Ff Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

We cannot let him live. Says Philippe. - And his wife, what will you tell her? I ask them! - The truth: her husband is a bastard. He kidnapped you and worse, he raped you, he took you when you were promised to someone else, to his partner! Do you understand why the other fool wanted to do the same? In our world, when you become sentimental, we think you are no longer capable of leading anything. Everyone feels entitled to do what they want. We must show the whole world that we are not weak. We never have been. And he will be proof of that. His wife is not bad; I could win her back.

Puspa agreed to help her. Felix finally finished the payment. The assistant said, "Young Master, should we return home now?" "Ugh! You keep telling me to go home all the time. Am I a child? You're overstepping your boundaries by telling me what to do! So that you know, I'm a married man now! I can do whatever I want with my wife! Who are you to restrict my affection with her?" Felix retorted to his assistant. Peter thought he had gone too far in restricting Felix from being affectionate with Cyra. They were already legally married, after all.

I don’t respond immediately, because I know that too. “But honestly,” Cassie adds, her lips curving into a teasing smile, “I don’t even blame her. Girl, have you seen your man?” I roll my eyes, already knowing where she’s going. “I’m serious,” she continues, leaning in slightly. “That man is—” she pauses, searching for the word, then laughs under her breath, “—dangerously hot. Fine as hell, confident, powerful… that’s the kind people lose their minds over.” A small smile pulls at my lips despite myself. “Well, he’s mine,” I say, tapping her shoulder lightly. “Everyone else should go find theirs instead of drooling over my husband.”

“That’s exactly what my father said last night.” “Then he wasn’t wrong,” Franklin replied without hesitation. “Cassie is my wife, and unlike you, I actually understand her worth.” His gaze sharpened, his tone turning unshakable. “So listen carefully. I will never divorce her. Not now, not ever.” Frederick didn’t flinch. If anything, his stare grew colder, sharper, like something inside him had locked into place the moment he heard those words, his expression carrying a strange intensity that hadn’t faded since he woke up.

I repeat, slower, sharper, “have you given a fuck about how I feel?” He flinches—barely, but I catch it. His jaw tightens. His eyes soften, then harden, then soften again, like he’s fighting with himself. “Since forever,” he says quietly. “You’re my wife.” “On paper.” My voice stays steady even though my chest feels anything but. “I’m your wife on paper, Felix.” His gaze drops for half a second, and in that tiny lapse I see everything he never says—guilt, confusion, something dangerously close to wanting.

Why would Aleksei or Niko be different? Yeah. I’m biased as hell. Maybe I need to sit down and reevaluate how I see people. Maybe I should cut Aleksei some slack. He’s told me again and again that he’s not like that. That he doesn’t cheat. I should believe him. I should. And then I step out from behind the brush, and stop. There he is. My husband. Standing like a fallen god in a dark suit and a cravat, like he’s about to walk on a red carpet or a runway for hot sexy men.

he installed a security cam and a sensor that would alert him if someone tried to break into the house. “What has distracted you today?” A foreigner who was staring at him inquired. The man is the head of the surgery department and his childhood friend. “Did the missus fight with you again?” Ren nods, “I made her mad?” The foreign man laughed and said, “Didn’t you always do that? Why don’t you tell me what happened?” He urges Ren Liu to tell him how he made the Missus mad at him again. Ren Liu told his friend about what happened to his wife and how her attitude towards him had changed. At the end of the narration, his friend is already resisting stabbing him a thousand times. How could this

“I wish my husband were as good with words as you are, sir…” “Oh, please, call me Bash.” He takes her hand to deposit a discreet kiss on the back. “I'll be happy to help you find your husband. But you may not like what you find. Some men bring their wives and partners… It's not a good sign if he's coming to a place like this alone.” “Oh my, it's not like that…” She gives a shy laugh. “My husband is a bit possessive. He can't stand other men laying eyes on me. He says I'm his treasure…”

More than once, he caught whispers in the crowd. “Who’s the real Mrs. Griffin? She doesn’t look like the one from the news. Did she get work done? Or… did Mr. Griffin remarry?” “I heard Mrs. Griffin went deaf three years ago. Makes sense if he moved on. A man like him isn’t going to stick with a wife who can’t even hear.” “Who knows? These wealthy families always have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the real wife hasn’t shown up yet, and the mistress is just playing queen for now.”

But I’ll do what our brother couldn’t do. “I know you're hurt, Cassia…..I truly understand what you sacrificed for this family, and why this hurts too badly, but please, let's still trust Kirill. He might have something up his sleeve.” I scoffed, barely glancing at him. “This isn’t about my marriage to that old geezer back in Spain….” I said, referring to my ninety-year-old husband, the man I willingly and freely married to get Kirill some of the finds used to make him a trillionaire today.