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From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!

Author: Dòe Genre: Romance

EnemiesToLovers+UnfilteredSmut+BillionaireRomance+StrongFemaleLead.Fromthis:“I’vesleptwitheverywomaninthishouse.Whatwillittaketogetthatdivorce,Brianna?DoIhavetogoafteryourmothernext?”Tothis:“Idon’twantanyoneifit’snotyou,mydearwife.”Briannathoughthernightmarewasfinallyoverthenightshemadeherabusive,cheatinghusbandfalltohisdeath.Butwhenhewokeupinthehospital,smilingatherwithtendereyesandcallingher“themostbeautifulwomanhe’severmet”…sheknewsomethingwasterriblywrong.Thiswasn’tthemanwhohumiliatedher,mockedher,anddestroyedhername.Now,herdeadbeathusbandhasbecomeapossessive,seductive,andobsesseddotingstranger—onewhoclaimshe’llcherishherforever.[Excerpt]“Wife,yourhandsaredirtynow.Gowashthem.Idon'twanthisscentonyou.”Thatseemedlikeagoodenoughexcusetoregainhersenseswiththetimeout.Briannasighed,alreadyturningtolimp,butthegripfromthebedsuddenlybecamefirmer.Shetuggedfurther,buttonoavail.Sighing,“Lucian,letgo.Ineedtogototherestroom.Ineedamomentto...toprocessthis.”Shetuggedherslenderwristagain,againsthishold,buthisfingerswereacollarofiron.Hedidn'tevenlookatthedoor.Hisdark,fixatedeyeswerelockedontothepalmMarcusThornehadjustgrabbed.Lucian'svoicewasheavywiththehazeoftheconcussionandaterrifying,suddenpossessiveness.“No.Idon'twantyououtofmysight.Someoneelsemight...holdyourhandsagain.”“Iamgoingfivefeetaway.I'mnotachild,andI'mcertainlynotaprisoner.Now,letgosoIcangetthis…thisman'ssweatoffmyskin.”“I'lldoit,”Lucianmuttered.However,beforeBriannacouldaskhow,hepulledherhandtowardhisface.Hereyeswidenedassherealizedhisintent.“Whatareyoudoing,Lucian?Don'tyoudare—Don'tyoudarelickmyhand!”Briannaflinchedviolently,draggingherbodybackwarduntilshewasnearlydoubledovertheedgeofthebed,buthewasimmovable.Hisconcussedbrainhadsimplifiedtheworld:StrangertouchedWife.Stranger'sscentmustbereplacedbymine.“Staystill,wife.It'llbequick.”“Whatkindofanimalareyou—!Lucian,stop!Thisisunhygienic!It's…it'spsychotic!”BriannaturneddesperatelytowardsthecornerwhereMarcusThornewasstillstandingparalyzedbythesight!“Marcus!Well,don'tjuststandthere!Dosomething!Helpme!”Meanwhile,MarcusThornelookedlikehewantedtojumpoutofthewindow!HewaswatchingthePresidentofBetterHealth,themostpowerfulmaninthecity,bringhiswife'shandtohismouthwiththerawintentofawolf.Marcusstammered,hishandsshakingashetookafranticsteptowardthedoor.“I-IthinkI'lljust...I'llleavethecoupletotheir...theirprivaterecovery.Yes.Intimaterecovery.”“Marcus!Getbackhere!”Briannacriedoutwithwideeyesofdisbelief.ButMarcusrefusedtolookback.Hegesturedvaguelywithatremblinghand,lookingasthoughhe'djustwitnessedaritualhewasn'tmeanttosurvive,andranintothehallway.Thedoorclickedshutwithafinalitythatsoundedlikeaprisoncelllocking.Briannastaredatthewoodendoor,hermouthagape.“Youcoward!You—”“Wife,Itoldyou.Staystill.”...Fromdeadbeattodoting,herhusbandhaschangedovernight.Butifheisn’tthemanshemarried,thensomethingiswrongwithherhusband!A/N:Ifyouarelookingforastorywithacold-bloodedyetpossessiveCEO,ageniusfemaleleadwhotakesmattersintoherownhands,anda'hefallsfirstbutshefallsharder'dynamicwithatwist,thenthisbookisforyou!ThisbookisparticipatingintheWSA2026!Ifyouenjoyedthefirstfewchapters,pleasesupportmebyaddingthistoyourLibrary,leavingaReview,andvotingwithyourPowerStonesandGoldenTickets!Giftsareappreciatedtoo!Yoursupporthelpsthis“Goddess”climbtheranks!

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