My Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

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 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

Timothy groaned, burying his face in his hands. ​"Breakfast? Only breakfast?" She looked at me, winking like we were best friends. "Don't listen to him, hija. He’s always been slow with the things that matter. But don't worry, I’m here now. We need to start planning. Do you like peonies? I think a June wedding would be lovely." ​I just sat there, totally stunned, clutching the blanket. I went from being a waitress to being a "potential wife and mother of the heir" in less than sixty seconds.

I needed to know that. Victor folded his hands calmly. “You were recommended.” “You said that already.” “And it remains true.” “By who?” “I can’t disclose that.” “That sounds suspicious.” I frowned. “I understand.” He said with a small smile. I sighed tiredly. “Okay fine. Why marriage?” Victor was quiet for a second. “My employer requires a wife.” “That explains absolutely nothing.” “He values privacy.” “So he marries strangers?” “Contractually.” “That somehow still sounds illegal.”

But there was someone else standing behind them. A man whose face had been carefully torn from the photograph. The older man lowered it slowly. “That’s where this story truly begins.” Damien’s expression darkened. “No.” The older man’s eyes never left Elena. “Your husband didn’t destroy your marriage.” He paused. “He inherited a war.” The sentence lingered in the room like a storm cloud. Elena searched each of their faces, hoping one of them would tell her it was an exaggeration. No one did. “What kind of war?” she whispered.

she gulps in fear. I teased her, with a devilish grin on my face; one that villains had in possession," Oh Uh… I better prepare to witness a lover's quarrel. Or should I say, a married couple's quarrel?" I could sense the slight tremble on my mother's shoulder. To be honest, my father's quite the possessive man towards my mother. Like how I am, towards Charlotte. Perhaps it's something in our family tree. Either way, possessiveness is something we all have in common. We can't blame love for making us insane, right?

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

’ ‘You said nothing when I married her three years ago,’ I shot back, the whisky burning a path down my throat. ‘That,’ he said, placing his glass down with a precise click, ‘was because I assumed you had the situation under control.’ He looked genuinely disappointed, a look I knew well. ‘You’re my son. I thought you would have learned through example how to manage your private affairs.’ I let out a harsh, mocking laugh. ‘Your example? You mean the one where you keep a string of mistresses scattered across different time zones and a perfectly presentable wife here in London to maintain the facade? How many homes have you bought for them? How many other “wives” do you have? Do I have half-sib

Wife. “Every night,” he continued, his voice dropping to a husky, possessive whisper that slithered under my skin. “That’s what I’m going to enjoy. My husbandly right.” He ground his hips against me, making me feel the hard ridge of his erection. “Sliding my cock into this tight, wet heat every single night. Claiming what’s mine. Reminding you who you belong to before you fall asleep and again when you wake up.” “You’re insane,” I choked out, my fists beating weakly against his shoulders. “I would never remain married to you. I would rather die.”

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to