Novel & Cerita Ff Possessive Husband

I added still standing by the door preventing him from coming in. " Asshole!" He cursed and turned to Christy who was standing watching the drama as it unfolds before her. " I will be seeing you, sweetheart," He said and I groan at him. " I am the only one who has the right to call her that," I said and his eyes knitted in a frown. " A possessive husband, this friend of mine, isn't he?" He asked Christy and I waited patiently for her response. " You are not far from the truth, really possessive," She admitted and I groaned.

Lia stood there, confused because her Husband got possessive over her just a few days ago and now he was all cool over Berk as if it didn't matter. Meanwhile, a turmoil was going on the husband's mind, but he remained calm. Lia was his and only his. It was a nature of his to get possessive of his Wife. Lia was young and beautiful. Andreas would usually get restless when the girl was not around him. He had relationships before but nothing compared to Lia. The Wife was alluring. Lia didn't want to nag Lia regarding her college life continually. It is her life, and having a guy friend shouldn't matter much. Andreas too had girlfriends, and it was okay.

“Yes, I did. But he had already paid me back the starting capital. He even pays me some interest every year.” “Looks like you’re quite good at simply receiving money for free!” Fia ridiculed him as she stepped forward. Conrad stared at her for two seconds before stepping forward and catching her hand. “Let go!” Fia said as she tried to get free. Instead, he put even more strength into it. “You’re my wife. And we’ve just shown how loving we are in front of the reporters. If we looked too distant and others saw it, they would really believe that we’re acting.”

Her complicated look worried Zacharias deeply. “You mean we'll sleep together?” Zacharias tilted his head. “Yeah? Aren't we married?” he innocently asked. “Yeah. But we were arranged to be married!” she frustratedly uttered. “And so? Still married.” Phyllis just gave her husband a dubious look. She was so dumbfounded that she just stared at her husband's clueless face. 'Is he playing dumb or what?'

The man closed his eyes and took another deep breath. "I’m okay with this, Fidez... Let's just try. If it doesn't work, I’ll be the one to distance myself from you and your wife. It's also an advantage for me because I get to be with you and my daughter, just like I want." I pulled Cassidy again and sat her on the edge of the bed. She gasped when I stroked one of her breasts and circled a finger around her stiffening nipple. I also spread her thighs and showed Fidez how ready Cassidy was for him. "Don't tell me you don't want her anymore... Your wife is beautiful; of course, she took after me. Look how pretty her pssy is. So pink and wet just for you." She moaned when I stroked her pssy and

’ ‘You said nothing when I married her three years ago,’ I shot back, the whisky burning a path down my throat. ‘That,’ he said, placing his glass down with a precise click, ‘was because I assumed you had the situation under control.’ He looked genuinely disappointed, a look I knew well. ‘You’re my son. I thought you would have learned through example how to manage your private affairs.’ I let out a harsh, mocking laugh. ‘Your example? You mean the one where you keep a string of mistresses scattered across different time zones and a perfectly presentable wife here in London to maintain the facade? How many homes have you bought for them? How many other “wives” do you have? Do I have half-sib

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

She's been acting boldly in my presence because you're supporting her. Still, Finneas didn't take pity on his grandson at all. "That's more like it. Wives should be themselves in front of their husbands. Otherwise, they're just pitiful. "Belle's origin is pitiful enough. She shouldn't suffer because of her husband. You should be more tolerant toward her." "I think I'm giving her enough freedom."