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

Enemies To Lovers+ Unfiltered Smut + Billionaire Romance + Strong Female Lead. . . From this: “I’ve slept with every woman in this house. What will it take to get that divorce, Brianna? Do I have to go after your mother next?" To this: “I don’t want anyone if it’s not you, my dear wife.” Brianna thought her nightmare was finally over the night she made her abusive, cheating husband fall to his death. But when he woke up in the hospital, smiling at her with tender eyes and calling her “the most beautiful woman he’s ever met”… she knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t the man who humiliated her, mocked her, and destroyed her name. Now, her deadbeat husband has become a possessive, seductive, and obsessed doting stranger—one who claims he’ll cherish her forever. . . [Excerpt] "Wife, your hands are dirty now. Go wash them. I don't want his scent on you." That seemed like a good enough excuse to regain her senses with the timeout. Brianna sighed, already turning to limp, but the grip from the bed suddenly became firmer. She tugged further, but to no avail. Sighing, "Lucian, let go. I need to go to the restroom. I need a moment to... to process this." She tugged her slender wrist again, against his hold, but his fingers were a collar of iron. He didn't even look at the door. His dark, fixated eyes were locked onto the palm Marcus Thorne had just grabbed. Lucian's voice was heavy with the haze of the concussion and a terrifying, sudden possessiveness. "No. I don't want you out of my sight. Someone else might... hold your hands again." "I am going five feet away. I'm not a child, and I'm certainly not a prisoner. Now, let go so I can get this… this man's sweat off my skin." "I'll do it," Lucian muttered. However, before Brianna could ask how, he pulled her hand toward his face. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent. "What are you doing, Lucian? Don't you dare—Don't you dare lick my hand!" Brianna flinched violently, dragging her body backward until she was nearly doubled over the edge of the bed, but he was immovable. His concussed brain had simplified the world: Stranger touched Wife. Stranger's scent must be replaced by mine. "Stay still, wife. It'll be quick." "What kind of animal are you—! Lucian, stop! This is unhygienic! It's… it's psychotic!" Brianna turned desperately towards the corner where Marcus Thorne was still standing paralyzed by the sight! "Marcus! Well, don't just stand there! Do something! Help me!" Meanwhile, Marcus Thorne looked like he wanted to jump out of the window! He was watching the President of Better Health, the most powerful man in the city, bring his wife's hand to his mouth with the raw intent of a wolf. Marcus stammered, his hands shaking as he took a frantic step toward the door. "I-I think I'll just... I'll leave the couple to their... their private recovery. Yes. Intimate recovery." "Marcus! Get back here!" Brianna cried out with wide eyes of disbelief. But Marcus refused to look back. He gestured vaguely with a trembling hand, looking as though he'd just witnessed a ritual he wasn't meant to survive, and ran into the hallway. The door clicked shut with a finality that sounded like a prison cell locking. Brianna stared at the wooden door, her mouth agape. "You coward! You—" "Wife, I told you. Stay still." ... From deadbeat to doting, her husband has changed overnight. But if he isn’t the man she married, then something is wrong with her husband!