Claiming My Possessive Ceo Husband Novels & Stories

That old man never let her lay a hand on his business and even after his death, he made his own son the CEO, and they received only some mere shares. She worked hard to get his attention ever since she married him and yet she got only a twenty percent shares where she should be the owner. But she can not claim to be one at this moment or they will think she was greedy. “David! Stop playing with your phone.” Natalie bellowed over the long polished wooden table, filled with table accessories and a big sign of his name “David Davenport. CEO” in golden letters upon black velvety background. It looked luxurious. The room looked even more glorious with all his mother’s favorite souvenirs of variou

"Excuse me Mr. Billionaire, you rich men think money is everything. Maybe you are right but since you need to purchase a wife, there are as well a lot of women out there waiting to jump at an opportunity like this. Why not look in that direction? Besides, I can't sell one year of my life, and what is the assurance that you won't take advantage of me?" She couldn't figure out what triggered her outburst and instantly regretted it when Sylvester stood up from his chair. He ambled close to her and lowered his head, a few inches interval between them. Monica could only reach his chest as he hovered over her with his height, making sure that no one except Monica could hear his words. "Trust me, t

"I was dealing with a guy, Mr Charles Nolan!" "And she's correct, he was her husband and now he's dead!" "So obviously if our company wants to survive, she has to continue what he started !" "What country are they from?!" I asked. "Canada!" "Canada?!How the hell did they find out about us here in Las Vegas?!" "Isn't it obvious ?!If this guy is truly her husband then she put him up to it!!" "Don't be silly Dwayne , we have investors and share holders from various countries!!" He snapped.

" What the hell are you-" " - Don't deny it Klyde. It's why you slept with your brother's girlfriend when you were teens - because you wouldn't let your brother have what he loves in peace. It's why you studied engineering because you knew that was the only way you could get the company from your brother - who by the way was always interested in the company from the start. Now he doesn't want to be part of the company anymore and you suddenly don't want to be the sole CEO anymore? You're pathetic!" She said with a wicked grin and he stared daggers at her. " It's the same reason why you are so happy to be marrying this poor-poor woman over here," she said pointing at me.

"Daniel… Abruptly. We hadn't talked about transferring ownership." "We hadn't talked about the rumor which renders your husband inept," He responded, his tone now sharper. She breathed deeply, her meal left untasted. "This has nothing to do with the rumors. You're blowing this all out of proportion." Daniel was seething within him, he thought it would be easy but she was complicating things for him. "Am I? Or are you scared of what everyone will do when I'm really given the power that I'm worthy of? You parade me around as the CEO's husband, mure like your shadow. You keep on saying that you built the company for me. Is everything a fabrication?"

I said quietly, “if you knew who I was.” A pause. “Are you a criminal?” he asked. I looked up, startled. “No… You can’t be. Lena wouldn’t hire someone like that,” he added. His tone wasn’t playful, but there was a faint hint of lightness. Something in his expression softened. Not quite a smile, but close. Something loosened inside my chest. I felt… lighter. “CEO Adrian Henrix,” I said, “I’m the wife of one of your employees. Soon to be ex-wife.”

I went on, refusing to let the noise derail me, “for standing by while another person’s name appeared on projects I created, on strategies I built, on achievements that were mine.” One of the directors leaned forward, his expression tense. “Mrs. Harper, are you confirming what Mr. Smith said earlier?” I lifted my chin slightly. “Yes. I am.” The room reacted instantly, the quiet breaking into overlapping voices. “So it’s true?” “All of it?” “That mean the CEO is taking credit of…” “I have never,” I continued, raising my voice just enough to cut through them, “given credit for my work or my achievements to my husband, Mr. Clyde Wellington.”

I don't think he'd ever smile at me again. He stood in front of us and my lips parted after our gazes met. He stared at me darkly and I can no longer stand the tension in my heart. My…husband is the new CEO. What is this? Why? I mean... did he do this purposely? Oh my God! What kind of game is destiny trying to pull?

VOSS INNOVATIONS CEO RETURNS TO NEW YORK ON PRIVATE JET — OFFERS $5 MILLION REWARD FOR INFORMATION ON MISSING WIFE. Missing wife. As though she'd wandered off. As though she hadn't walked out on her own two feet with her dignity intact and her pen already dry. She felt the heat of it — the audacity, the desperation dressed up as control — move through her like a slow fire. "He's here," she said.

I picked it up and glanced at the screen. Kevin. Immediately, my expression shifted. Without wasting time, I got up from the bed and walked briskly into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, ensuring privacy before answering the call. “Hello—” “You didn’t tell me your husband is the CEO of your company,” Kevin cut in sharply, not even giving me a chance to settle into the conversation. His tone carried both accusation and disbelief. “And not just any CEO—a proud one at that. Honestly, I don’t even need to ask how he got there. I’m guessing you had everything to do with it.”