Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

She quickly steered things in another direction. "But I know this wasn't my husband's fault," she said. "He's the CEO of York Group, worth billions. Women out there are always after his money, trying to get close to him. I bet that bitch went after him first!"

“You think you’ve got everything figured out, don’t you? But let me ask you something. Where’s your wife, Lucas? She left you, didn't she? You're so good at getting everything to work out in your favor, everything falling down before your feet… except your marriage.” The jab hits harder than I expect, but I don’t let it show. I just sit there, listening as he takes his shots. “Unlike you,” he continues, “some of us actually value the sacred bond of marriage. I don’t intend to fail. Julie and I? We’re going to stay married. Right up until death do us part.” I smile. “Let’s hope you live long, then, Mr. O’Brien.” “Are you threatening me?”

And standing in the doorway was the man who used to be her husband, the man who now owned her body and her life again through a contract. Nathan.

“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.

I want to Vyom bring out of this shit, but there is no way he can do so instantly and what Faizal had said was true then he has to return a lot of money to others before closing his past life otherwise they will surely kill him or worst kill his family? This problem could be solved if Vyom marries that….girl? . ‘No, he won’t. He is mine.’, I didn’t know from where I felt a wave of possessiveness for my husband. I have to do something. I can’t live whole my life as his weakness. . . . #TBC

They immediately flocked to the half-breathing man when he was tossed away by Henry. The middle-aged woman holding the man then immediately decried in front of the press, "The rich murdered my son. Oh, my heartless daughter-in-law! She found herself a rich lover, and now, she wants to kill her husband!"

If there's one thing I know it's the fact that my husband might be a mafia but he's not evil and I'm holding onto that till my very last breath, Looking at him, I could sense the impatient in his eyes, he could wait to have me in his arms, with our baby were going to start a new home, a new life…free from the enemies, just us our child against the world Our love story might not be perfect, heck…it has many ups and downs, but at least I have those memories to hold onto. I won't forget my husband who made me what I am today, Lucus I hope you look at me from the beyond and be proud of me, you taught me to follow my heart and that is what I did I and Nicklaus are finally back and I hope you prot

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 raked a hand through his hair with a tortured groan and motioned at me, “Come here, wife.” His words come out so thick and sexual, that my naked legs began to quake slightly. ‘Wife’. The way he said that sounded so sexual and naughty, at the same time intimate. All my systems rush to work together, breath fluttering nervously as I began to walk towards him. God, this felt so different. The man gazing at me with molten desire in gleaming blue eyes seemed different too. He has become so much more possessive of me after the wedding, like he always wanted me in his arms. Those same arms waiting to love me tonight.

What the hell has gotten into this man? How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this? “Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.” He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp. Oh. So that’s what this is. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”