Marriage Of An Overprotective Young Husband Novels & Stories

A pair of bodyguards defended me. "We had seven years of history, Queenie! I can't just let it go! I've filled up the jar with stars! Come back. I'll give you the best wedding ever!" I returned to my husband's side and held his outstretched hand. Christopher still refused to give up, and I came up with a plan. I put on a polite smile. "My husband's more handsome than you, richer than you, and he's a Halloway. You could never be half the man he is."

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.

Her voice failed, the tone was like she was about to break down. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “I took the pills away and I didn't use any protection. I was stupid. And telling you not to get pregnant was crazy. I wanted to make amends, Charlene. I know this marriage isn't right but I don't regret this.” He put his hand on her flat tummy. “I want to watch my baby grow inside you.” “That night I didn't take the pill.” She confessed. Richard shrugged apathetically. He stroked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Who cares about the god-damned pills.” He kissed her cheeks while his hand was caressing her tummy tenderly.

"Yes. I really want that, because if our daughter ever thought of freeing herself from marriage, especially wanting to divorce from Massimo, then she must give up that intention. The presence of a child in the midst of a marriage will make them more mature and maintain the integrity of the household that has been built.” “Hubby—” Before the fifty-year-old woman had finished her words, the husband's smile had faded, so he immediately cut off the words of his wife, who had faithfully accompanied her through joy and sorrow. “Love, are you trying to defend that rebellious daughter?” Arnold's expression as soon as possible became tense as if he did not like what his wife was trying to convey, eve

Although she was afraid of being scolded for asking, she was still curious. "Stop talking to me, I don't like hearing your voice," Nolan replied angrily, not answering Catherin's question. As Catherin had expected, she could only grin and turn her back to her husband from where she was now. It hadn't even been 24 hours since they got married, but Catherin had already suffered a lot because of Nolan's rough and selfish attitude. However, Catherin had to get used to Nolan's attitude because they were now husband and wife. Catherin also couldn't ask for a divorce, no matter how bad her husband's behavior was. Not only because she was afraid of her father's anger, but also because for her, marri

The person i had married today turned out to be Dylan's elder brother! "Are you feeling wronged?" Adam asked, his gaze icy, before shifting his eyes elsewhere. I silently shook my head and carefully stashed the vibrant red marriage certificate into my bag. "Arthur , let's head to the mall," Adam commanded Arthur , his tone icy. "Yes, Sir," Arthur replied obediently. I sat beside Adam , my gaze fixed on the window. Everything felt unfamiliar. "Baby you are strong, you are wise," an untimely song played from my cell phone. Each word felt like a painful jab in my heart.

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The way my body responded to his touch, the way my heart did things I didn't want to acknowledge when he looked at me? "It's practical," I said finally, echoing the words I'd told myself a hundred times. "Damian needed a wife for his inheritance. I needed protection from Lucas and support during the custody battle. It's mutually beneficial." "Mutually beneficial," Dr. Marsh repeated, making another note. "That's an interesting way to describe a marriage." "It's the truth." "Is it?" She looked up, her eyes sharp despite the gentle tone. "You married your ex-husband's brother very quickly. Some might say suspiciously quickly."