Marriage Of An Overprotective Young Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We have been on this island for eleven months now and I am sad that my fantasy is about to come to an end. Getting out of bed, I stretch my naked body and arms before I grab my husband’s t-shirt that will obviously look like a dress on me, and I then walked out of the presidential suite bedroom, going to the amazing spot in this house where it has the best view of both sunrise and sunset, the entertainment room, and there I find my husband sitting on the bench, shirtless, running his fingers smoothly on the piano, you would swear he is the most innocent and sweetest man. You would actually think that he never sinned in his life, but no. I married the most dangerous bodyguard the country has

I said with a smile, forcing my tone to sound as natural as possible. He lowered his head, planting a soft kiss on the crown of my hair. "You've had so much on your plate lately. Tonight, I'll make something light for you, something to settle your stomach." For five years of marriage, Dennis had been nothing but tender, indulgent to the point of spoiling me. Everyone said that once Dennis fell in love, it was a devotion that would last a lifetime. I had believed that this was my happiness. But now, I finally understood: this marriage wasn't my happiness. It was his way of protecting Camille.

“Your mother and I wouldn’t have gotten married so soon if it weren’t for Papa’s pressure back then. He said he didn’t want you to grow up as a bastard. But the truth is, he just didn’t want to be ridiculed by others because his eldest had a live-in partner, and his youngest had come out as gay. I was his last hope to uphold the clean image of our family. And, well, like my brothers, I let him down, too." “And that’s the reason you didn’t get along with Mom. The marriage happened too fast, and you were both too young to live under one roof.” “I loved your mom back then, so I agreed to the marriage. But some things… they just don’t go as planned. No matter how ready you are, sometimes things

As I heard his words, I let out a chuckle and asked calmly, "And what does that have to do with you?" In an instant, the tension in the room became razor-sharp, like a drawn blade ready to strike. Yaron scoffed, his gaze dripping with disdain. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but it's obvious you're not behaving. "Megan, one of the conditions for marrying me is absolute obedience—no exceptions." His tone was light, but every word carried the weight of a warning.

"We both know..how mum loves money..he made me promise I'll take up the responsibility of taking care of you after he's gone..by marrying you.. so you'll be away from mum.." "I convinced my parents too and told them to make a deal with your mum..as expected your mum brought the offer of me marrying you and I agreed.." Christ. Barry has planned it from the start. He was protecting me from the start. And I've been very rude to him because he was my brother's best friend and had agreed to the marriage. All he thought about was me all along. He didn't want me to be harassed by whoever my mum would bring. He had been watching over me after Victor died. No wonder I saw him at our house frequently

I am glad about this ceremony, to be married to my angel again is a bliss. However, there’s this feeling that leaves me unsettled. It’s deep in my gut as I kept pulling my husband close every single time I see someone eyeing him. Call me overprotective but I am feeling a bit on edge today and I think seeing that I have the three of them to protect now makes a lot of sense. “Stop being so stiff, you look like an awkward goat.” My husband said and wrapped his arms around me as my parents still converse with a few guests.

“Do you? Because you’re doing that thing with your jaw.” “What thing?” “The clenching thing you do when you’re worried.” He consciously relaxed his face. “Better?” “Much better.” “I just want everything to be perfect for you today.” “It will be. We’re going to a wedding. We’re going to celebrate love. Nothing bad is going to happen.” “You’re right. I’m being paranoid.” “You’re being protective. But today, you can just be my husband.” “I like being your husband.” “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

She knew the project he was referring to, and this was supposed to be him helping her secure her inheritance from her vampire family. Who would have thought he was already plotting to take over and then…. What follows? Alicia couldn't dare herself imagine it. Her knees nearly gave out. But her body reacted before her mind could catch up. She staggered slightly, her shoulder brushing the wall beside her as she needed it to remain standing. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her chest tightened violently, like something inside was being crushed. Every denial she had prepared slipped through her fingers because inside her best friend’s house was her husband fucking her real hard while he p

“She knew the exact day Julian would launch his coup. She knew the precise legal vulnerabilities of the King family trust. She didn't just marry me for protection, she married me because she knew I was the only man with a big enough hammer to help her crush them.” Arthur turned back into the room, his eyes dark with an unrestrained, possessive intensity that took Evelyn's breath away. “Our contract states this is a marriage in name only until the data is verified. Well... It’s verified. Every word she told me is true. She just handed me the keys to purge the parasites from my empire, and she’s locked her family’s entire future to my right hand.” He moved toward his desk, reaching for a pen,

Releasing another sigh, he halted at the base of the stairs, “what else do you want me to say? I’ve already said I’ll talk to him, please.” “You forced me into marrying Aaron. I told you from the onset, but you and mom were more concerned with his family’s money and your company.” “Well, Elly, I can’t suggest a divorce between you two.” He said in exasperation. “Why not? You’re my brother, you’re supposed to protect me!” I sobbed. His briefcase hit the floor, he strode to me and wrapped me in his embrace, “I’m sorry. I know, and I’m sorry. But my hands are tied.”