Over Possessive Husband Series Novels & Stories

as soon as she spoke, nanny stood up, trying to reach out to persuade her. “Amelia, I think you’re taking this too far…” but Amelia didn’t listen; she held the knife towards her too, and nanny stopped in her tracks, not wanting to hurt herself. Amelia didn’t want to stay a second more here. This whole marriage has been nothing torture for her, it’s been torture for her since the day she moved into this house, it’s been torture for Bambi too, and now her newly wedded husband... of course she should have known that in the end, he would turn out to be nothing but a dog. She walked out of the house with her son, knife and wallet in hand and never looked back.

However, after she got married, she only wanted to take care of everything herself—to take care of her husband, their food, and their house. However, they lived in a large mansion, so Claire couldn't clean it herself. Two chefs and dozens of maids are always there to do anything she needs, and they forbid her from getting close to the kitchen because they feel it is inappropriate for her to do so. Finally, she felt as if she was trapped in the mansion without being able to do anything.

She grabs Serge's arm saying: - Accompany me to the hospital, please. Serge glances down at Mia's belly and he bends down to carry her in his arms. Suddenly, a force falls on his shoulder and he turns his head. He sees only Joseph's darkened face. - She's my wife. The tone is neither heavy nor light, but with deterrence! It is like a warning to inform that his wife cannot be touched by other men than him. Serge laughs mockingly. - Oh yes ? Are you married?

she gulps in fear. I teased her, with a devilish grin on my face; one that villains had in possession," Oh Uh… I better prepare to witness a lover's quarrel. Or should I say, a married couple's quarrel?" I could sense the slight tremble on my mother's shoulder. To be honest, my father's quite the possessive man towards my mother. Like how I am, towards Charlotte. Perhaps it's something in our family tree. Either way, possessiveness is something we all have in common. We can't blame love for making us insane, right?

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.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

Colton nudges me slightly on the arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, snapping out the daze I was in and walked out to the lobby. We don’t walk too far. Colton slides the card over the lock and we walked into the room. The porter drops the laughed and Colton tips him, he walks out, leaving me alone with the said man who again is my husband.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.