Claiming My Possessive Ceo Husband Novels & Stories

"This is my father's company-- "You seem to have forgotten that my husband is now CEO of everything 'Horatios'. He has just as much right as your father, and as his wife and head of this company, I believe I have the right to usher you out of my office if I don't find the purpose of your visit beneficial in any way." Renard cast his gaze down for a moment, chuckling dryly to himself. He stared up at her with a smirk, "is it not confusing that you're pregnant, you claim it's your husband's but you don't want to let him know about it?"

“I’m married.” That landed. I could almost hear the way his breath hardened, the sharp scrape of his teeth grinding together. “You expect me to believe that?” His voice was low, dangerous now. “You saw the ring in your office, do you think I'm lying?,” I asked him calmly. “Aurora…” he began but I interrupted him. “I have a husband, Jace. One who would likely do everything in his power to take care of me, one who never neglects me and our son, Alex has a family as do I. I’m not yours to claim anymore.”

She had ruined my marriage, stolen my husband, and I wasn’t going to give her any more. “Well, my husband owns this company.”I placed my arms on my waist as I rolled my eyes at her. By then, some other workers had gathered, laughing at what I said. Elizabeth came up to me laughing heavily, “You mean you are the wife of Mr Steve Greyson, since when was Mr Greyson married?” “My husband is Charles Webber, the Chief Director of this company. He has never mentioned Mr Greyson getting married. How dare you claim to be his wife?” the other friend said as she scoffed.

I didn't sleep. How could I, when my entire world had just tilted on its axis? I spent the night staring at my ceiling, my phone clutched in my hand, that article pulled up on the screen like evidence of a crime I hadn't known was being committed. Christopher Zane. Billionaire CEO. One of the most powerful men in New York. My husband. The man who'd told me he worked in corporate management, who'd offered me a household expense card like it was a generous gesture, who'd let me believe we were somehow equals in this arrangement.

She had thought that if their father knew what happened to their mother, he would go crazy and might kill himself. “I’ll check out the office today,” Enzo said. Sabrina nodded. The building her husband gave to her was now growing step by step. Enzo’s office would move there since he’s the CEO and founder of the known website that everyone is using. Her building was now corporate. She wants to grow it on her own without her husband’s help or her brother’s. Soon, she will add the Elite Club to the building, and her husband would be surprised about it since he has been trying to reach the owner.

I hope Zahir will let go of this obsession of— “If I speak straight, Dad, I don't want my wife to work somewhere else. Call me possessive or anything but I want her by my side always.” WHAT? At his small ‘I am damn good and possessive husband’ speech, everybody falls silent for a moment before they all react in Zahir’s favor. Just why did that happen? I give him a stink eye before pinching his thigh. He does not react much and it makes me kick his foot. He groans before glaring at me.

she said "Please, I ask again, what do you want?, is it money?, name your price and I will pay!" I said with all seriousness "I know something that you think no one else knows" she replied "And what's that, stunk brain?" I asked "you are married to the CEO because of his wealth, you are just a gold digger and that's why you hide your identity so well," she said

Composed on the surface, but the tension in her posture says otherwise. I turned up the audio feed and leaned closer to the screen. “You cut me off without warning.” Her voice was sharp. “It wasn’t yours,” Nate said. “I had access…” “Not anymore.” Celeste moved closer to the desk and Nate sat behind the desk, glass in hand, leaning back into the chair, completely detached. “This is my husband’s building,” Celeste said. “I have every right to what’s yours.” Nate let out a short, humorless laugh. “You really believe that.”

This way, when they eventually returned from their honeymoon there wouldn't be a gigantic stack of files waiting for them. "I am the owner of this company. I think I am allowed to come late..." Damien teased as he walked towards her. "I am the soon to be wife of the owner... So I think that makes me part owner." Céline dropped the files she was holding and folded her arms across her chest, beaming at him. "Today's lateness can be justified." He whispered, taking a closer step to her. "And yes, you own all of these and more my love." Céline raised her brows slightly and kept watching him. He got closer and placed a soft peck on the side of her cheeks.

“That’ll be later. I called to ask if you’d told him about it.” “Yes, I did. That husband of mine’s crazy.” “He’s the reason behind your laughter?” “Dad’s now my nanny and caretaker.” “What?” “I’m damn serious.” “I don’t believe you—how’s that possible?” “With that crazy husband of mine, it is.” “Two.” “Two? Meaning?” “It’s the second time you’ve called him husband.” “Stop that, that’s childish.” “I could feel your cheeks turn red.” “Whatever,” I said, looking at myself in a mirror. She was right—my cheeks were red. “I’m the CEO of the Wright company.”