Over Possessive Husband Series Novels & Stories

I added still standing by the door preventing him from coming in. " Asshole!" He cursed and turned to Christy who was standing watching the drama as it unfolds before her. " I will be seeing you, sweetheart," He said and I groan at him. " I am the only one who has the right to call her that," I said and his eyes knitted in a frown. " A possessive husband, this friend of mine, isn't he?" He asked Christy and I waited patiently for her response. " You are not far from the truth, really possessive," She admitted and I groaned.

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

“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

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

"Yes." Nicholas straightened up. At a single glance from him, four well-trained bodyguards in black appeared from seemingly nowhere and took control of the situation. Martha and Linda had never seen anything like it. Their legs gave out on the spot. "What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm Mr. Carter's wife!" "Ryan! Help us! Ryan!" Ryan panicked and shouted at me, "Victoria, have you lost your mind? You can't do this to me! I'm your husband, and you're carrying my child!"

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.

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.

That’s what Damien does—he steals attention. He’s a thief. Because every time he’s in sight, I’m robbed of breath and other things I don’t want to put a name to. And now, I feel like he’ll rob me of something else. Something I really don’t want to give away. So I won’t. Because I’m taking things into my own hands now. And there’s nothing Greek God Husband can do about it.

“My husband had no right to give me away. Take me back. I have a son who needs me.” Rossi leans back in the leather seat, one arm draped across the back like we are on a date. His eyes rake over my body, lingering on my breasts spilling out of the lace bra. “Your husband sold you in under ten seconds. He does not deserve you.” His hand lands on my thigh and slides up slowly. “But I do. And you are going to learn exactly how good it feels to be owned.” I try to twist away. The movement only makes the balls roll deeper, rubbing against a spot that sends sparks shooting up my spine. A helpless moan slips out before I can stop it. Heat floods my face.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding so fiercely that he could hear it as he held her. "Is your heart racing because you're close to me, Pat?" he asked point-blank. ​ "I’m currently holding someone else's husband. How do you expect me to feel at ease?" ​ "I’ve become your husband now. Remember that, Pat. You’ve been my wife since last night. Don’t you remember?" He showered her with kisses and held her tight, a physical display of his possessiveness. ​ "That wasn't... It's not like that, Mr. Hawk." She tried to pull away but found it impossible, as he held her entire body in a crushing embrace.