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He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

“You could’ve just slept with my uncle and moved on. Instead you ruined everything. When people find out a man like him is associated with someone like you—” My hands curl into fists at my sides. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Or what delusion you’re living in,” I say evenly, even though my blood is boiling, “and I don’t care enough to figure it out.” I lean forward so we’re eye level. “But you will watch your mouth. You will not speak about my husband like that.” The word comes out sharper this time. “And you will never call him yours again.” My husband. Mine. The possessiveness in my chest surprises even me, but I don’t fight it.

His hand on my waist tighten but careful enough not to hurt me. "The moment I state my price for the bargain, that was also the moment I let you own me" he lean closer that made me felt his warm breath on my cheek. "You are my wife and I am your husband. I am yours and you are mine as well. And it's your job to keep me away from those bitches who wants to steal me away from you" My eyes widened. "W-What?" A sheepish grin form on his lips. "I would gladly appreciate if you'd be possessive to me, darling. I want a possessive wife, didn't I mentioned that?"

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

He uttered firmly. He has no intention of giving up. He kept on pestering her, following her to the balcony. He gazed at her lonely back with different emotions swirling inside his heart. This was his childhood friend whom he wanted to associate with so much in the past and now she belongs to him legally… She had become under his possession… Something lit up inside him and a spark of desire made its way to his heart as he thought of it… He felt a sudden urge to own her completely… ”Husband in papers only." She reminded him abruptly, adding, "We're soon to be separated, don't worry."

They were my people, and their well-being mattered deeply to me. “I love how considerate and charming he is, and how he treats us,” Lexa's voice echoed in my mind unexpectedly. “Don't love him, Lexa. He is my husband now,” I scolded her. “But he is our husband, our mate,” Lexa challenged. “He is not our husband. He is my husband, mine alone,” I argued. “Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. You are becoming quite the possessive mate, aren't you?” Lexa teased.

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih Me: No way! My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...

His carefree demeanor had already changed, it changed the minute we pulled out of the cottage’s driveway. I still had no idea what being his wife would entail. He had already set up appointments to add me to several of his bank accounts and holdings. I had told him he didn’t have to, I didn’t want him to think I was using him in any way but he told me he wasn’t worried about it. I had wondered why he hadn’t wanted some type of prenup but the dark side of my brain told me that if we ever divorced and I tried to take from him I’d end up missing. I had quickly shoved that thought from my head. Looking over at him now I wished he would talk to me about what was going on. He of course refused to

“Why should I go back? You don’t want me anymore, you love someone else. Why won’t you let me leave with some dignity?” “You are my wife,” he seethes, his control fraying at the edge. “I know you think this place will save you, protect you from me. But, little bunny, I own Moscow, and that includes this place. You have no shelter from me, only the one I provide.” He steps closer, and my heart slams against my ribs. My breath quickens, ragged and loud in my ears. “As long as you are my wife, you do as I say. So be a good girl, Claire, and get in the car.”

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”