Marriage Of An Overprotective Young Husband Novels & Stories

And then what he said next made me freeze on my position and I also cannot help but to girt my teeth because of anger. “The thing here King is that, you will just hurt her in the end. Well, it is okay to actually act like a protective husband but don’t be too over protective. If you want, you can just give her to that man who caused chaos during your wedding and just come up with an excuse. Well, from the looks of it, her father will not really care that much about her”

I couldn’t get enough of looking at Carlos, who is now my husband. — Although they were married in the eyes of men, they were not married in the eyes of God.- says my father, inconvenient. — So no going home again, being alone. But he could not imagine that a day later, Carlos would be sick, being forced to stay at my parents' house so that I could take care of him. My husband had a high fever and vomited all day. Deep down, I think it was just the nervousness of marriage. I take care of him all day, worried, because now that he’s so close to our dream, he gets sick. Did they put a curse on our relationship?

Life didn't need to be perfect, just simple and filled with love. The man smiled at Phoebe, "Miss, could you please look after my wife for a moment? I'll be back soon. Thank you." Phoebe nodded. How could anyone refuse a man so kind? After the man left, the pregnant woman turned to Phoebe and smiled warmly, "My husband is a bit overprotective. Sitting here won't hurt me. He's just worried about me." Phoebe smiled softly, "Your husband really takes good care of you."

Alexa gives her a dark look and said, “What are you trying to say? Look, let’s not go in that direction, I am not in that mood." Camille has a grin on her face and folded her arms beneath her chest, not willing to let it go. "You know, some weeks ago, some of the men went out for a hangout, my husband was there. You know how abrasive Anthony can be, he landed in the hospital that night and Charles had to pay the bills. Wana know why?” Zoe nods curiously. “My husband told me how Charles reacted when he spoke out of turn about Bethany. Not Alexa, Bethany his ex-wife. He even went ahead to beat the shit out of him. It seems your husband is still protective of her after all, even though he is ma

"All of it. Yes I need your voting rights. Yes I should have told you about the clause. But I do not see you as something to own. I see you as the only person in this family worth protecting." "You have a strange way of showing it." "I have the only way I know how. My father taught me that you protect what is yours by controlling it. I am trying to do better than that but I do not always succeed." I walked to the window and looked out at the city and I thought about the wedding tomorrow and the wedding night after and the clause that turned both into a battlefield. "What happens if I refuse to consummate the marriage?" I asked. "Then the voting rights stay in limbo and we spend the next seve

I want to say but stop immediately he growls at me. Grabbing my hand, he forces a ring on my finger and takes his and puts it on himself. “I now pronounce you husband and wife” she announces, I feel my heart sink when she says that to me and with that he turns on his heel. “Take her to the car. We leave in 30 minutes”. He announces. “why are you doing this? You didn’t even need to marry me” I shout at him “You are right. I don’t need to marry you but if I really want to protect my people and have a claim over your lands. I have to marry you” he growls before turning on his heel

"That man is using you, Heather! That's the kind of person that he is. Even during our marriage meetings, he never showed an ounce of interest. How discouraging that can be for a bride candidate. The moment you birth him an heir, he will forget about you and continue his frivolous ways." "I understand your concern but he isn't like that anymore." I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I love him, Diane. He takes care of me and always checks up on me. When I failed to eat, he shared his meals with me. He defends me all the time and is so overprotective of me. Sometimes I can tell that it is his first time doing these things but his clumsiness is so endearing.

I can hear my voice rising and I do not care. “If Calder and I stay married for five years, Common Ground becomes ours, but I hold majority ownership and final say. Tell me again how that isn’t a game.” He says nothing for a second. Then he answers carefully. “I wanted you protected if the marriage lasted. And protected if it failed.” I laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Common Ground is Calder’s. He put his soul into it. And our parents are using it like some damn emotional ransom bomb. “Protected from what? My husband building something good? Or Harriet Wynn getting one up on you?”

In this world of wealthy families where affairs had become an unspoken rule, my husband was supposed to be the exception. For five years of marriage, from the smallest things like choosing my clothes and styling my hair to every aspect of my daily life, he insisted on handling everything himself. However, no one knew that his devotion to me was bought with a betrayal from three years ago. Vincent Harlow and I were childhood sweethearts, and we married young. When I heard he had jumped from that building, I softened in the end. I cared for him for six months until he recovered and was discharged from the hospital.