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“Let me kiss the fictional husband. Just once.” His jaw tightened. “Until we’re divorced, you can’t fool around. You are mine, Mrs. Salvatore.” I tilted my head. “You’re starting to sound like the possessive alpha in my book. You’re real. You talk. You’re broody…” “You can’t even control your alcohol,” he snapped. “How dare you let another man touch you?” I grinned. “Are you jealous?” “Was it to spite me? Or do you genuinely want other men?”

I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice. "Oh my god, Greval. Are you jealous?" "Yes," I said firmly. There is no point of denying that. Hell. I love her so fucking much and it is normal for me to feel jealous, right? And I have the right to feel this. I am her husband! We are married. She is pregnant with my child! She is mine. "Why are you even jealous? I am your wife. We are not teenager, Greval," she said in a soft tone, caressing my arm.

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.

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy." "How dare you?!" I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside. Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!" "Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything. "You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together." As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed. "I

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.

"Especially his wife." "He has a wife?" Myla said in shock. Hayden gripped the back of Jared’s chair so hard his knuckles turned white. "He believed his wife was being 'tainted' because she was in the military? Because she worked around men?" "It’s a classic restrictive authority complex," Jared said, leaning back. "He couldn't control the environment, so he saw every man as a threat to his 'purity' over her. He wasn't just aggressive; he was obsessive. He treated his wife like a holy relic that everyone was trying to touch."

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.

Her own father, the man she had loved first and foremost, who had once opened her eyes to the wonders of the world, had played a sinister role in her life. Not only had he coerced Damon into marrying her, but he had also concealed the dark secret that her beloved husband was a murderer. The weight of these revelations crashed upon Riya like a relentless storm, leaving her mind in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.