Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

(Completed) Elysia had everything going for her, a perfect life, a perfect partner, her dream career until the devastating death of her brother. Her life suddenly came to a halt, when she found herself giving up everything to restore her family's name. A marriage to a drug addict Damon Contreras was like poison to her soul. She found herself drifting between fantasy and reality until an affair that placed her in the middle of a generation feud. And to survive she must pair with the devil-her husband.

Maria Rodriguez a 20 year old young woman living in New York who just graduated from Harvard. She and her best friend Jason go out to a club with they friends Lola, Carla, Adam and Ben. While the other two were dancing with other guys Jason and Maria had one two many drinks and one thing led to another. **** Jason Mendez a spoilt rich boy, always gets what he wants, a ladies man, he falls in love with his best friend, and is determined to get her. Will he be able too?

Jane Kennedy sacrificed everything for her family, including her career as a doctor, believing her love and patience would eventually make her husband value her. But after Murphy Daniel becomes emotionally distant and obsessed with his secretary Nessa, Jane’s marriage slowly falls apart. Their sick daughter Sophie becomes the only reason Jane remains in the marriage. When a tragic accident worsens Sophie’s condition and eventually leads to her death, Jane’s world completely collapses. Feeling abandoned and betrayed by both her husband and the daughter she sacrificed her dreams for, Jane files for divorce and disappears from Murphy’s life. Six years later, Jane returns as a successful neurosurgeon beside billionaire medical entrepreneur Mason Carter. Murphy, now emotionally destroyed after discovering Nessa’s betrayal and the truth about Sophie’s ownership shares in his company, realizes Jane was the greatest loss of his life. But Jane is no longer the weak woman he abandoned. This time, Murphy must face the painful truth that love lost too late may never return.

I was stupid enough to fall for Drake, my husband. Foolish because I thought I was able to stick to my plan of not loving him.  My marriage life became hell when everyone and my husband were pressuring me to give my husband a child, but could not. It was not easy to conceive. Fed up by my inability to get pregnant, my husband shoved the divorce papers in front of me. What choice did I have? I signed the divorce papers. To my surprise, a day after the divorce, it turned out I was pregnant with my ex-husband's child. Wanting to punish him for what he did, I vowed never to tell him about our child but a year later, my ex-husband saw me carrying our child and wanted to have us both.  

I was carrying his child when he threw me out. He believed his female best friend’s lies over my tears, called me unfaithful, and left me to raise our baby alone. Four years later, Only to find him back, as my new Boss. And the DNA test proved the truth, our son was always his. Now he’s on his knees, begging for forgiveness, begging to have us back. But how do I trust the man who shattered me when I needed him most? Should I forgive me? Or move on?

He's always wearing an expressionless face and covered by a cold Aura but beneath that facade is a loyal heart,just afraid of going through pain once again.fate brings Lucas and Marina together and end up married but he guards his heart from her... what will Miranda do to get him to open up and accept her Love? is seduction the ultimate tool?

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery guy who was trying to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?"

Five years into our marriage, every time I accidentally brushed against my wife's skin, she would punish me by making me kneel in a tub of disinfectant while reciting the Code of Male Conduct. Then one day, I noticed a suspicious red mark on her collarbone and instinctively reached out to touch it. Even though she lost her temper, stormed out, and slammed the door behind her, she surprisingly didn't punish me afterward. Naively, I thought she was finally starting to tolerate my touch. But the next day, my virginity was listed in an auction attended by wealthy heiresses from Lowarke City's elite—scheduled to be sold off two days later. Rachel Bloom's friends leered at my photo as they calculated how much they'd bid, while she stood by completely indifferent, scrubbing herself over and over with disinfectant. "Rupert kissed that spot, and Michael dared to touch it? Who does he think he is? Just looking at him makes me sick."

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “Celeste, you know Isabella has been sick for years.” “Yes, I know,” I said bitterly. “I know because you remind me every single day.” He ignored the edge in my voice. “She’s not getting better. The doctors said she probably has a year left.” I swallowed hard. “And how does that concern me?” “She has one last wish,” he said quietly. “She wants to get married before she dies.” He wants to divorce me and remarry me after a year, but that’s nonsense! I’m tired of this marriage. This divorce isn’t a joke to me; I’m taking it seriously.

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.