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For a brief moment, my pain disappeared as I looked at him, seeing this hard man in a softer light. “I already have business arrangements. I don’t need another. I’m not the judgmental type, but I’m possessive and jealous and territorial. A man looks at my wife, he’s going to lose his eyes. He tries to touch my wife, he’s going to lose his hand. If she left the house without her ring, I’d bring it to her—and then I’d make sure she never forgot it again.” He said it with a tone of anger, like he didn’t realize how romantic he was.

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

She yelled at the top of her voice in anger, but that did not stop Jamal. He once more closed the gap between them and held her face in his hands. "Adele…" He whispered huskily. "If you ever go near that man again, I will kill him." He whispered in a quiet voice, breathlessly and Adele could tell from his tone that he wasn't bluffing. It was then she understood that her husband was nonsensically possessive. "Why are you doing this?" She finally whispered in defeat. "Because I don't want anyone to take what is mine. You are mine Adele, mine alone!"

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Georgina exclaimed. "Lower your voice, G!" I reprimanded her. "No, I won't. Why would you even consider this? Even if there's a shred of truth in what Patrick said, shouldn't you be relieved?" Georgina persisted. "Relieved? I don't follow," I said, puzzled. "Yes, you heard me. You should be glad that your HUSBAND, George, is deeply in love with you. 'Obsession' is just an exaggerated term. If a man adores me like George does to you, I'd be over the moon," she explained.

But it was the notes next to the transactions that made my blood run cold. "Your lovely husband didn't just go to dinner," Julian said. "He bought three diamond necklaces in one week. None of them were for you. He paid for a penthouse suite for a woman named Camille. He even paid for a private boat for a marketing party that only had two guests." I felt the familiar sting of betrayal, but it was quickly replaced by a strange hollow feeling. “He really thought he could get away with it." "He thinks I’m not looking," Julian said. His eyes were fixed on the screen. "He forgot that I own the bank he uses for his corporate accounts."

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."