Novel & Cerita Jealous Possessive Husband Books

“If you say ‘in love, there should be jealous and possessiveness’ then one day when you live that life, you will know how suffocating it is… it all makes sense and feels good only in stories but in real life, it feels like you have lost all your freedom…” [*****] “Why? Why is he this possessive? Just because I am his rival?” Ojaswi thought to herself sitting in the dining hall. Her head was cupped on her both hands and she was breathing heavily.

“It’s not about being fancy. It’s proper. Your husband belongs to high society. He’s a business tycoon’s son. You need to fit into their world. Who knows—maybe then, BK will start showing you off more. Just to spite his girlfriend. And remember, you’re his wife in everyone’s eyes—and in God’s—not the mistress. So, carry yourself like it.” She suddenly stared at Max. He was right. She should act like BK’s wife. And she shouldn’t let Cecilia win—the mistress! The thought made her burn with frustration. “Also, make your husband jealous. Start today.” She frowned. “Jealous? With who?” “Me.” “What? You? He’s just annoyed with you. That’s not jealousy.” “It is. Believe me.” She paused. “So... he…

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

“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

"Wifey, from here onwards, you will only see your husband and the father of your child. No Jared, who has been mean and bad to you." "You are not bad; you're just hurt. But having said that, I am going to make sure that you will look only after me and our baby. Now that we are clear with each other, I want you to know that I am a very jealous woman. I am also possessive of what's mine, so you better behave yourself," I told him, laughing. "I want you to be possessive of me because I am like that too. So stop looking at Dr. Gerard as though he were the most outstanding man you know," he said, pouting. He was really jealous of him.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

She wanted to keep reading. She wanted to throw the letter across the room. She wanted Adrian standing in front of her instead of a page that couldn’t answer her questions. With trembling fingers, she folded the letter shut. “I don’t understand.” Damien didn’t interrupt. He allowed the silence to settle before speaking. “Neither did I… at first.” She looked at him sharply. “What does that mean?” “It means your husband came to me months ago.” Her heart skipped. “He asked for money?” “He asked for time.”

“I genuinely cannot understand why someone would be jealous because their husband spoke with his oldest friend. I wasn’t aware that was a criminal offense.” He sat on the edge of the bed, tipped backward with total confidence, and let himself fall flat against the mattress—arms out, staring at the ceiling with the serene energy of a man who had been right about everything today and knew it. Caspian finally looked away from his screen. “That,” he said slowly, “would not have been an issue if someone hadn’t hugged the so-called best friend.” Dorian turned his head toward him, a smile pulling at his mouth. “So. Mr. Vale. My husband.” He let each word land gently. “You’re jealous.”

“Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a little jealous?” I was once again stunned by what I heard. After walking for some time, Zachary finally stopped and turned to look at me. “Is that man very close to you? Don’t linger at the gate speaking with outsiders in the future.” Then another thought followed, full of resentment and dissatisfaction. “She and I have never spoken for that long before.” I stared at him in bewilderment, unable to make sense of him. Was he not supposed to be a man ruled by his appetite, one who found every pretty woman irresistibl

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."