Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

“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 chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

What the hell has gotten into this man? How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this? “Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.” He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp. Oh. So that’s what this is. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”

I needed to know that. Victor folded his hands calmly. “You were recommended.” “You said that already.” “And it remains true.” “By who?” “I can’t disclose that.” “That sounds suspicious.” I frowned. “I understand.” He said with a small smile. I sighed tiredly. “Okay fine. Why marriage?” Victor was quiet for a second. “My employer requires a wife.” “That explains absolutely nothing.” “He values privacy.” “So he marries strangers?” “Contractually.” “That somehow still sounds illegal.”

Every major businessman in the city wanted to be associated with that name. “It’s not going to be easy to impress Mr Patrick. He’s very old school and selective.” He rubbed his palms together. “The good news is I have made a couple of phone calls, and with the intel I have gathered, I know that in the past, Mr Patrick has only agreed to partner with settled family men like himself. Since the day he took over as CEO from his father, every company he has partnered with has been led by a CEO who was married. That’s his bias. He favours married men.”

I could never understand why he was so possessive. He chewed down on my lower lip as he bite it till my skin broke and all I could taste was blood. Despite that, he didn’t stop. He growled loudly when he moved my legs apart with his own and pressed his knee in on my flesh. “You are my wife!” He said possessively as he pulled apart and rested his forehead against mine. Both of us breathed heavily. I stared into his eyes, which were reeking of obsession. He let me go and moved a few steps back and ran his hand through his hair.

I helped her set it up, after all. But now, there’s a problem. That ring on her finger. That *husband*. I thought their marriage would crumble under the weight of their dysfunction. I sent flowers, hoping to provoke him, to push him to hurt her. I wanted him to strike her, to give me the perfect opportunity to swoop in and save her. But he’s not like other men. He’s possessive, obsessive—almost as much as I am.

“I can walk perfectly fine, and I can carry my own bag.” Dreston didn’t even look the slightest bit embarrassed. “You’re my responsibility now.” Cassienne rolled her eyes immediately, though the gesture lacked any real irritation. “That sounds extremely possessive.” “I’m your husband,” he replied calmly, his voice low and steady. “I earned the right.”

“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.

If you have a problem, call me. - ... Wait, if you go out, what to do with him? she asks, pointing to the drenched man. Paul shrugs his shoulders to show that he can't help it. - I'm really sorry, I certainly can't undress him, only you can do that. You are the official wife of Mr. Cosey, it is normal that you take care of him and undress him. - ... Indeed, legally, they are married, but... - I'm outside.