Jealous Possessive Husband Books Novels & Stories

Like morning, some cars were following us. Why this much security?? Do all rich people live like this? How do I know, I am newly married to a rich husband.. Aiden’s pov Since last night I have thought about a hundred ways to torture that lover of my wife. After dropping her to college I went to my office with a sour mood, ready to kill anyone. Everyone around me was walking on egg shells. I feel anxious, jealous, and a little bit insecure. Wow the mafia king is feeling jealous and he can’t even kill that person, why? because of his wife.

The door was open simply because of the summer heat, not for my benefit, but I couldn’t look away. It felt wrong to be jealous. He was her husband. That’s what husbands do to their wives. Hell! that's what couples do. I shouldn't even bother about the way he pounded her cunt with reckless abandon. Every thrust from him, every slap of skin, made my body tremble and thrum with desire and a sick twist of envy.

It was taking him his all not to punch the man on his face. “She is my wife and I don't permit you to stare at her like that.” his voice came out like a venom. Elizebeth was surprised at the possessiveness in his voice. She saw how jealous he was when he saw her in the arms of the handsome young man, but she didn't expect him to be this possessive. It seems like he won't be able to hide his feelings for long. That means she's winning in this game. She smirked at the thought.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

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.”

“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