Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

I said to the phone, trying to juggle holding shopping bags and my handbag all in one hand. “Are you crazy, Harvey? He wants an open marriage! He told you that himself! If it's not because he wants to fool around with that bitch Olivia, why would he want an open marriage? Can't you see how close they are, it's not normal for a married man to be this close to another woman. Did you forget that he asked you to go out in the rain to buy medicine for that woman while you were sick yourself?!”

He chuckled, "That's great. This is the spirit I have been wanting to see." "But can you really do this?" Savannah frowned. "Are you doubting me?" He played with his finger, "Ms George, I don't like it when my partner doubts me. In case, I can only end this collaboration." "I…no…I am sorry…" Savannah pursed her lips. "You should be!" He chuckled, "Do you know what your man is having a sweet time with his newlywed wife." "But look at you…" He shrugged his shoulders, "Sitting here and fuming with anger but can't do anything. Ms. George, I really want to pity you.."

I agreed to marry her just for The Business. My friends looked Happy why my Parents were least Interested. I looked at Elena ans she is looking shocked. She is trying very hard to come in terms with what is happening soo sudden with her Life. Saying I am attracted towards her would be an Understatement. I don't love her but her beauty Excites me. I wanted her the moment I saw her. I will protect and will stay loyal to her. I will care for her. I will protect her from every evil but who will protect her from me? I am very possessive. I am dominant. I love to dominate. I don't like anyone touching my things not even my friends. She have to bare my this side.. From now onwards she is mine to to

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

Something moved across her face. "You want to talk about wives?" she said. "Let's talk about husbands who message their old school crushes about their marriage problems. Who tells another woman that their wife is never home and the house feels empty, that they need help." She tilted her head slightly. "Who does that David? Who talks to a woman they have history with like that when they're married?" I said nothing. It hit hard. "I was desperate," she said. "I wanted to be close to you. Yes. I engineered it. But you gave me every tool I needed to do it. So don't stand there looking at me like I'm the only villain in this story because we both know that isn't true."

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.

My husband swatted his left hand and exclaimed, “Alright, now let go of her! Remember, she’s mine, and I despise having her away from me for too long.” Finally, my family members, who had their negative vibes drowning me as they held me tight, left me. I could see my husband gesturing for me to join him, but I resisted because he believed all these individuals’ deceitful words. Seizing this opportunity, I decided to leave the crowded house. However, as I tried to walk past him, he firmly grasped my wrist, preventing any movement. I glanced to my left, meeting my husband’s piercing gaze. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I don’t like my possession being taken away from me!” He snapped sharply.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”