Over Possessive Husband Series Novels & Stories

“Causing a scene again.” Her cheeks burned. She could feel it, the familiar heat of humiliation creeping up her neck, settling deep in her chest. “I just asked a question,” she said quietly. “You always do,” he snapped. “As if you have the right.” The woman beside him leaned closer, her manicured fingers brushing his arm possessively. “Is this your wife?” Julian didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was cold. “Unfortunately.” The word landed like a slap. Susan swallowed hard.

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy." "How dare you?!" I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside. Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!" "Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything. "You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together." As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed. "I

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!"

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

“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?”

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I

"Don't talk to me about the past. From the moment you ran off to marry someone else, we've had nothing to do with each other! The person I love now is Giulia, and you will never be able to replace her!" "Then why did you publicly acknowledge me as your wife? You were so good to me, personally rescuing me and worrying over my injuries. You gave me hope! You made me dream of being your wife!" "I only helped you because you were once my childhood friend. I never said you could replace Giulia! Now, you'll pay the price for everything you've done!" Dante's voice was ice-cold and devoid of any emotion as he ordered, "Beat her. Hard. I want her to feel the pain Giulia suffered!"

“How dare she come anywhere near you? A lowly Omega, how could you allow her Mason?” He exhaled tiredly, blinking his eyes shut for a moment. “I was the one holding her, yet it is her you choose to slap?” Mason could feel it, the rage his wolf was going through within him. It was threatening to rear its head through his subconscious, to challenge the woman that dared hit his mate, what greater insult can any woman have done him? But Mason fought back against his wolf. Melissa is an Omega, and Emily is the daughter of a Beta, and besides Melissa being his mate, Emily is still his fiancé, and perhaps she reserves the right to react in this way.

"Lewis are you serious right now?' Melanie said with sheer disbelief. She placed Apricot on the bed and stood up facing him The deep frown plastered on his face made it pretty evident that's he's serious "Do I look like am joking? For fûck sake Melanie. Am not against the fact that you love the dog. I also have a soft spot for him but you're behaving wrong towards me. We were in the middle of lovemaking,you never thought bout how I'd feel when you gave him all your attention. Yeah....am silly and behaving really childish but I don't care. You're my wife Melanie. And it's our honeymoon." He sighed

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.