Dominating Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

I felt trapped—not just physically, but in every sense of the word. “This is blackmail,” I whispered. “This is business.” I looked down at the contract again. Marriage. To a man I had just met. A man whose name was feared. A man who spoke of ownership as if it were a natural law. “You’ll live with me,” Dominic said. “Publicly, you will be my wife. Privately, you will follow my rules.” “What rules?” I asked. He paused, considering. “You will not leave my property without permission. You will not speak to the media. You will not attempt contact with anyone I haven’t approved.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

She let me rest on the couch as she handed me more water. “Thank you,” I told her. “I am very grateful for what you did for me.” “No need to thank me, my dear. You might think that we are not observant with all that’s happening in the pack house, but that’s far from the truth. My husband served there as a guard all his life, and when he passed, his son took over. I don’t mean to pry, but Dominic didn’t fail to notice the Alpha’s sudden change in decisions. For no reason at all, he seems to favor the mistress more than any other thing that sounds reasonable.”

"He’s gone soft. He’s at the cottage with the girl. He’s unprotected. If you want to make your move, do it now. Just make sure the baby stays with the family when you’re done with him." I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The war wasn't over. It had just changed shapes. My husband was finally acting like a man, but the monsters were still circling the house. I looked at Dominic through the window. He was currently being scolded by Nonna for drying a plate the wrong way, and he was taking it with a genuine, lopsided grin. I realized then that I wasn't just fighting for my freedom anymore. I was fighting for the man he was trying to become. And I was going to need a lot more than a rolling

I loved how rough he was—how he gripped my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, how he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and drove back in until the headboard slammed the wall. Nicholas never touched me like this. My husband is always apologetic when he comes. He doesn't even last up to an hour, sometimes a minute. But Dominic took what he wanted. Forty-five years old and still hard as rock., still capable of pounding a tight pussy until it ached in the best way. I keep thinking how impossible it was that this man fathered the nonchalant, distant man I married. Or Nicholas didn't just love me? Because people will say men aren't nonchalant, they just don't like you.

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

"I'm your wife for heaven's sake. Can't you respect that fact? What else do you want? Isn't your dominancy enough? Now you're staying with other women?" A grunt jerked from his nose, then he took a step closer. "Adrienne," he whispered, shooting me the deadliest glare he ever had. "If you do not leave this place now, I promise to make you suffer for it. If you think you'll ruin my night, you're wrong. I'd punish you if you do anything crazy." Huh? This guy was crazy. Would I leave him with another lady? "But why?!" I yelled, burst out in tears, then grabbed the collar of his shirt. What was I doing? "I'm not your slave, Sebastian! I'm not! I'm the woman who loves you from the depth of my hea