Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

“We’re at a party... and my husband...” “Husband?” he echoed, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. “Last I checked, you said it was an open relationship. Or did you just lie so I’d fuck you?” He smirked, leaning in closer. She barely heard his words; she was too busy inhaling the scent of expensive bourbon and musk on his skin. It was intoxicating. Her body was a traitor, leaning into him, begging for the very thing she knew she shouldn't have. “We are...” she started to protest, but he didn't let her finish.

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

I groaned so loudly one of the staff members glanced over. “I thought we already did training.” “We did.” “Then why are we doing more training?” “Because yesterday you told a hypothetical reporter that your marriage was founded on financial desperation.” I pointed at him with my toast. “It was founded on financial desperation.” Victor ignored me. “As well as surveillance.” “Correct.” “And creepy energy.” “Also correct.” Victor closed his eyes briefly. “You’re impossible.” I smiled at that. “Thank you.” That wasn’t a compliment. Unfortunately, I chose to accept it as one anyway.

Hence, their marriage is for the sake of their business, there was a tension between them that was hard to ignore. Amelia found herself constantly on edge, bracing for his next outburst. His harsh demeanor was a stark contrast to the gentle man she had hoped he would be. Yet, she reminded herself, this was the man she was to marry. This was the man she needed to find common ground with.

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

“I don’t want you calling her and I don’t want you around her.” Gael blinked. “She…she’s my wife…” “Call her your wife one more time and I’ll break your neck.” Gael moved back a bit, not wanting things to escalate to the point of his neck getting broken. Why was Lorenzo so possessive of Alora? Alora doesn’t belong to him!

Everything of him. Her wolf snarled softly. ‘It’s not our house,’ she murmured. ‘It’s his. All of it. His.’ The thought made her stomach tighten. Ownership. Possession. Her wolf didn’t sound angry—she sounded resigned, and somehow, that was worse. At least Kalmin hadn’t locked her in the room this time. That small victory gave her a glimmer of hope as she moved toward the kitchen. The soft sound of footsteps approaching behind her made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know it was him.

“Your family sold you to me the moment they agreed to this marriage. You think you still have choices? You don’t. You’re mine. Every part of you. Body. Name. Future. Mine.” Her hands curled into fists. “I’m not a possession.” I laughed. Sharp. Cold. “You are exactly that. My possession. My wife. And if you want to survive in this house, you’ll stop behaving like a brat and start acting like one.” Color rushed to her cheeks, anger, shame, maybe both. She grabbed the card and slammed it into her lap. “Fine. You win. Happy?” “No,” I said simply. “I don’t need you to make me happy. I need you to obey.”

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.

’ ‘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