You're Mine, Wife

By Isla Chiu

When my wife serves me divorce papers, I lose my s**t.

But I'm going to remind her that she's mine. And she's going to stay with me till death do us part.

Whether she likes it or not.

***A sexy short story featuring an over-the-top alpha male who is beyond obsessed with his wife and is never going to let her go!***

Excerpt:

I say, "The next words coming out of that pretty little mouth better be 'I have come to my senses, dear husband, and I shall ask for a divorce no more.'"

"You're so stubborn."

"You haven't seen stubborn yet." My fingers twitch with the desire to tie her to the bed; I settle for wrapping my arms around her and putting my hand on the small of her back.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I'm exactly where I need to be." I kiss her shoulder, then sink my teeth into her skin, marking her with a love bite.

"You're the CEO. You shouldn't be playing hooky. Doesn't that set a bad example for your employees?"

"When you're the boss, you have the privilege of being able to tell people, 'Do as I say, not as I do.'"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Dec 11, 2020

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

Book preview

I break several traffic laws as I race back home. A few cars honk at me, but I don’t give a shit. If a cop tried to stop me, I think I would slam my fist into his face. And if he tried to haul my ass to jail, I might actually strangle him. No one is going to keep me from seeing my wife, who is going to remain my wife, whether she likes it or not.

My knuckles turn white as my grip tightens on the steering wheel. Today, she had some guy serve me divorce papers. Fucking divorce papers. I had to tell myself to not kill the messenger. Though I was supposed to go to a meeting with some people on the board, I ran out of the building and jumped into my car. If they have a problem with me missing the meeting, they can go to hell. I’m the CEO, and I can do whatever pleases me.

After running 3 more red lights, I’m finally at the mansion. Gritting my teeth, I march into the house and up the stairs. If my wife has already left, I’m going to lose my shit. But if she’s gone, I’m going to find her, no matter how much money or manpower it takes.

When I find Tina throwing clothes into a suitcase, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the balls. She really wants to leave me. I shake my head. I won’t let her go. If that makes me sound like a tyrannical son of a bitch, so