My Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

"You have two choices, Calvin. First, you can get the hell out of this house and take the doll with you. I bought this house before we got married, and my name's on the car title. I want you to leave with nothing. "Second, you leave the doll here. You can continue living under my roof, but on the condition that you sleep in the study from now on." Eyes widening, Calvin hissed, "Why should I?" "Because I have records of your trysts with Dorothy and bank transactions showing you used company funds to purchase gifts for her." I took out a letter from under the coffee table and tossed it before him. "It's your call." He picked up the letter and opened it. As he flipped through the papers, his pa

is he rich. Veebha:of course not.. I think her husband is useless and a dirty pig..that was enough for Elena.. Elena: Just shut up..when you don't know about someone na you should shut your mouth..And about my husband..Aaha he is diamond..No one.. I repeat no one will get a Husband like him.. I love him.. I can't listen a word against him..Don't say something which you will regret..

There was nothing gentle about that kiss exept for the way he was holding her. "You taste like heaven, sweet" he whispered before he kissed her again. When they both were feeling out of breath, he pulled back. Her lips turned red and swollen. And she became shy. When she tried to get up and out of bed, he pulled her back. "Stay" he whispered, a demand. Now that he knows that she likes him too, he wants her to stay and he is feeling possessive of her. He is done holding back. He is into Aria, his wife. That thought made him feel content. Because he loved his life these three years when he used to think that she is just his nominal wife. But now, after his morning discovery, he found out that

He appeared to be holding a piece of onion, some bread, and two eggs. The sound of a knife scraping against the onion echoed crisply in Pandora’s ears. She kept staring at Kingston’s broad shoulders. Her sexy husband was cooking. He was so focused that not a single word was spoken while he was busy. Pandora carried out the most secretive of actions. She quietly observed a tantalizing spot. Kingston’s hips radiated heat, his round buttocks sending a tingling sensation through Pandora’s fingers—she simply wanted to pinch them. Pandora tensed, realizing something. Had she just entertained the thought of molesting her own husband? That certainly wasn’t her original intention.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

If you have a problem, call me. - ... Wait, if you go out, what to do with him? she asks, pointing to the drenched man. Paul shrugs his shoulders to show that he can't help it. - I'm really sorry, I certainly can't undress him, only you can do that. You are the official wife of Mr. Cosey, it is normal that you take care of him and undress him. - ... Indeed, legally, they are married, but... - I'm outside.

He pulled out his phone and called his wife. "Darling, you are a badass." "I don't like that woman clinging to you." "I can take care of her, but since you are that possessive and always efficient—I'll let you deal with her." "I hate that woman." "Why?" "You'll know soon." He hung up, and a smile curved his lips. He hadn’t been wrong in choosing who to marry. Though he held great power in his hands, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his wife. The challenge and the possessiveness she gave him were just too thrilling. He loved it. Soon, after the launch, everyone would know how powerful he could be—just for his wife.

I asked, still no sign of any guards near the fence. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I could've taken care of that. And I needed privacy with my girlfriend." "Back to girlfriend, huh?" I asked, raising my brows. He looked at me and shrugged as if it didn't bother him. "I could call you my wife. But sadly that would need some documents to be signed first." I looked at him not believing what he actually said. I opened my mouth then shut it close. In the end, I put my hands in the air, irritatedly, and turned away only hearing him laugh from behind me.

He said. I felt anger, my hands fisted, "Edward, I'm not a piece of your property." Was he really a king? Of course, he was. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to talk to me like this. No matter, part of me likes his possessive talk. Perhaps, I'm assuming things. He could do anything. "You're not, hon. You're the other half of me, which means only mine." He said. My jaw hung open. What was wrong with him today, "What has gotten into you?" I asked. I forgot that I was standing in my sister's house and demanding the reason for my husband's romantic, possessive behavior.

— She said I've given her everything except love, and now I'm disrespecting her publicly — he replied with the same passiveness after listening to me. — Well, she's right. You've always been a womanizer — I answered without being bothered. — But she's my wife — he clarified. — And what's the point of her being your wife? — I questioned him to intimidate him. — It's about possession — he said. — I'm married to her, in society, she's my wife, in society, we love each other. — Damn possessive matters, we're not objects — I continued with my feminist campaign.