Novel & Cerita Over Possessive Husband Series

“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.

And at that moment, she could bet that he usually has it slicked back perfectly, but like the rest of him, his hair is just a little disheveled. And he looked just like Lucifer in the flesh. At that point, she just wanted to gouge Rita’s eyes out for ogling her husband’s open chest. She didn't know what the reason for this possessiveness was but all she knew was that it felt right at this point. It was the right thing to do because she was his wife and only she had the right to ogle him the way she wanted. Not like she had been ogling him or anything.

"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."

“Listen to me; you are now Mrs. Nickluas Coleman. You are my wife, and you can only think of me and dream of me. I own you now, and you will do what I say.” “Just like you first said. I am your wife. You can't be possessive around me, just like you are to your mistresses.” I responded. “Do not ever cheat on me. Trust me to destroy your life and everything your family has worked hard to get. I will start with your parents, and then I will come for you,” he warned. His voice made me feel chills down my spine. “You are just like a devil. No matter how hard you try to read my thoughts, you can never do that. This is not a game. You wouldn't have decided to get married to me if you wanted to be t

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband. I don’t know how the other trophy wives of billionaires manage it. But me? I can’t stay that calm. If not for my current predicament, I swear I’d dump scalding coffee right onto that bastard’s dick. I coughed again. My husband, Cary, finally lifted his handsome face from the woman’s overflowing cleavage (seriously, how was he not suffocating?) and glared at me. “Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?” he growled, voice sharp with irritation.

I looked down at the first question. HOW DID YOU MEET ADRIAN KANE? Question Two: WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF HIM? Question Three: WHAT DO YOU ADMIRE MOST ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND? I immediately pushed the tablet away. “I refuse.” “You don’t have a choice.” “I absolutely do.” “No.” “See?” I pointed at him. “This is exactly why people write murder mysteries.” Victor looked tired already. Honestly impressive. We’d only been talking for five minutes. “Let’s begin.”

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

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.

And I was the reason for it. “I love you,” I whispered again. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.” Fuck. I am still a possessive asshole. But it is true. He is mine and I’ll do anything even grovel at his feet and give my life for him to love me again.