Your Husband Is Mine Mga Nobela at Kwento

But for the first time, he’s saying these words to me, and it’s blowing my mind. Me: Fuck! Steve. Stop it. You’re turning me on even more with your possessiveness. Husband: No, I won’t, Grace! I’m fucking angry right now thinking about how those men touched what belongs to me, only me! Me: Steve, please stop. Or else I have to come there right now. Husband: No need! Because I’m coming to you. My eyes widen in shock. Me: What!! Husband: Yes! Because I won’t get relief until I mark you as mine again.

He took me in his arms and patted my back to calm me. " He is my husband.... " I said and he looked at me as If I had gone mad. " What are you saying ?? No.... you are kidding. Aren't you? " he asked and smiled as if It was a joke. But I shook my head. " He is my husband... " " Enough of this drama now. Be serious Manu... " " I am serious Mohit... He is my legally wedded husband. " I almost shouted. Thank God his cabin was soundproof otherwise everyone must have heard what we were talking about.

“It’s true, isn’t it? You were never mine, and I don’t want what belongs to another woman.....” Before she could finish, David’s hand shot forward, cupping her face firmly. She gasped in shock, her hands instinctively pushing against his chest. “Let me go, David!” But he didn’t. His thumb pressed lightly against her cheek, his breath brushing her lips. His eyes dark, furious, desperate searched hers. “I’m your husband,” he said in a voice that trembled between anger and pain. “Mine. You understand that? You don’t get to call me someone else’s man.”

Chloe walks into her husband Marcus's office to bring him birthday cupcakes for their daughter, only to find him sleeping with his secretary. Instead of crying, Chloe walks away, goes to an underground nightclub, and meets billionaire tycoon Dante Moretti. Dante offers her a deal: marry him to destroy Marcus completely. Chloe agrees, steals Marcus's financial secrets, and launches a massive revenge plot that strips Marcus of his money, his company, and his pride, turning Chloe into a wealthy, powerful queen. Every moment of this journey tested her courage and pushed her past her limits. The stakes were high, the dangers were real, and there was no turning back once the wheels of revenge we

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

She wet her lips and kept reading: “I know I failed you. I was a bad husband. I treated you terribly and humiliated you. Maybe it’s bold of me to expect anything from you, but I regret my stupidity and my awful behavior. I messed up with you in every possible way. To me, you’re the most special person I’ve ever known—a strong woman who fought and overcame, a kind woman who has made up for all her past mistakes. I love you in a way I’ll never love anyone else.” Those words pierced her with a warm kind of pain. By then, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. She stifled a sob, bit her lower lip, and kept reading: “I love you, and I want to be with you—if that’s what you want too. Give m

And he was mine. My sweet but handsome workaholic husband, Ryan Skylar…This is the life I desired with my husbands which is full of romance, affection and a lot of mischievousness.

With a sigh I turned to him angrily, “did you not hear a word I said? I am not going anywhere with you! You can't…you can't do this me.” My breath hitched, and I felt my eyes burning with unused tears but I blinked it away - “I'm not some damn property.” “Don't take it personal honey,” he responded without blinking, “I'm a business man so my number one belief is - a deal is a deal. Your husband lost you in the bet so you are mine.” His words slammed with me and I staggered back, my knees suddenly growing too weak to hold me up as I really processed the whole thing again.

"Anna, please don't blame me for what happened yesterday. I was devastated. I lost control." "My husband is gone. Died in that fight. I've been a wreck, and all I want now is somewhere quiet to get through the rest of my life. If Marcus is making me his mistress because of some obligation to continue the bloodline, honestly, I'd rather not. That kind of talk gets out, and it makes your position as Donna impossible too." I watched her twist and cringe through the whole speech while knowing exactly who she really was, the woman who'd had me destroyed in my last life. What a nauseating performance.

“You want to go away with me. And what exactly would we be doing together?” He thinks far too long before sighing. “It’s just a weekend. We’ll be okay.” “Will I get a separate room?” “No. We’re husband and wife.” “It seems you haven’t noticed that I can’t stand being around you.” “Maybe you’ll have to rely on the vows we made to each other to pull you through.” Rage slams into me like a sledgehammer. “Are you being serious right now? Rely on what stupid vows?” “For better or worse. Remember?”