Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

— 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.

I could never have enough of her. "Ok buddy, no need to give all of us here a show, you will have all the time in the world to claim her when you guys are on your honeymoon, spare us the free porn thank you," Gage tapped my back to let me know that everyone's staring at us. And I don't give two shits. Let them stare and know that I belong to this woman as she belongs to me, she isn't my girlfriend anymore but my wife which means she is my other half, she's worth more than all my wealth together.

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

Gasps rippled through the room. Someone laughed nervously. Julian wasn’t done. “If you hadn’t seduced me that night,” he continued, pointing a finger at her like she was a criminal, “if you hadn’t drugged my drink, none of this would’ve happened. I would never have slept with you. I would never have gotten you pregnant. And I certainly wouldn’t be stuck in this miserable marriage.” Her vision blurred. “That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head. “You know it’s not...."

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

"She isn't the waitress you can buy or break. If you move without a plan, you will lose him before you even hold him." ​My son was in the hands of a woman who had every reason to hate me. ​"I need time," I rasped, though I knew time was the one thing I had already wasted too much of. "I need... I need to see him." "Timothy, listen to me carefully," Lola Hilda’s voice dropped to a low, commanding tone that finally pierced through my fog of shock. "You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover."

I defended my stance, still caught up in the physical aspect of my relationship with Jane, trying to rationalize our connection. "She's yours for a few hours. She's her husband's for life, he sleeps with her every night, he knows her, he knows her habits, her tastes, her insecurities. He has her," Daon asserted, his tone tinged with bitterness. "Not for long. I want her for myself," I retorted stubbornly, my desire for exclusivity clouding my judgment. "And what does she say about that? Is she going to leave her husband?" Simon pressed, skeptical of the longevity of my relationship with Jane.

“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.”

“Just because you married him does not mean you own him.” He snapped his fingers with a confident smile. "I can get him whenever I want." Vernon clicked his tongue in annoyance. Barely a day into the marriage and he was already being confronted by an ex. “I can see why he threw you away.” “You are totally boring and predictable” Vernon looked at him with disdain. “And whiny, too.” Oliver glared at him. "I hope you're still this arrogant when I snatch him from you." “I belong to my husband alone” came Xavier’s calm voice and a hand gently settled around the omega's waist.

"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."