My Obsessed Husband

MY OBSESSED HUSBAND FORBIDDEN HUSBAND SERIES BOOK TWO SHAYNE FORD Copyright © 2023 by Shayne Ford All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, organizations and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names or named features mentioned in this book are the property of their respective owners and have been used without permission and in an editorial fashion only, with no implied endorsement. The publication/use of these trademarks is not associated with, approved of or sponsored by the trademarks owners. 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Created with Vellum CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Epilogue Also by Shayne Ford About the Author 1 ISABELLA There is no doubt in my mind to keep our agreement in place the way it was intended, he needs not to like me, and I need not to like him. He’ll make my life a living hell and go bury himself in whoever happens to be in his way to tame that fire and erase the memory of last night with me. Showing him I don’t like him might do me more good than revealing my weakness for him. I did that last night––showed my weakness for him––and his reaction was swift and brutal. So no. That won’t work. But how could I do that any other way? I don’t know. I didn’t expect to see him when I entered the dining room this morning, dressed for work, wearing a long-sleeved, tailored dark blue dress and black heels. Marge told me he’d have breakfast with me when I spotted the second plate, no one else was at the table, and I shot her a questioning look. The food––omelets, fruit, croissants, and muffins––is now on the table, and she puts two espressos next to it as steps echo outside. He swaggers in, clad in a navy slim-fit suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie like his eyes. His face glows, a scent of aftershave wafting from his skin. He looks like a legit businessman, and the torment I spotted on his face last night is now gone. He must’ve slept well, which is not how I’d describe my night. I tossed and turned and caught maybe a couple of hours of sleep, and whatever I lacked in sleep this morning, I compensated for with extra makeup. “Sleep well?” he asks, sliding into his seat near me. I didn’t realize someone had shifted the seats around, and now we are closer to each other than before. “Yes.” I lie, looking at my food. Marge brings two glasses of water to the table and retreats to the kitchen. We eat alone when sudden noise floods the house. He looks unfazed, which makes me think he expected it. “Do you want me to put an extra plate?” Marge asks. “Four,” Max says before running a napkin over his lips. There is something about him. He is different than last night. First, he looks rested, and then he is in a much better mood. I can only imagine it has to do with his business. Or his other business. The shady one. Seconds pass before four strangers enter the room. I’ve never seen these men before. He introduces them to me like they’re important or I’m important to them, and I can’t catch one single name the moment he says I’m his fiancé. Damn, this man. A little warning would’ve helped. Somehow I erase that feeling that my jaw just hit the floor and play my role well. We all have breakfast, and they discuss business. The legal kind. Even so, I wonder whether they are completely clean. I can’t focus on that for long as they all seem to finish eating at the same time, and something about them going to De Lucca’s office makes it to my ears. He sets his empty cup of coffee down and shifts his eyes to me. “Get ready. You’re coming with me.” Oh. So we’re going to his office? “All right. Give me a minute.” I dab at my lips with the napkin, excuse myself and walk upstairs. I didn’t know I’d travel with him or I would’ve brought my coat with me. I collect my overcoat and bag, exit my room, and spin around to go downstairs when I bump into a hard body. I jerk back, startled. “Just don’t scream,” he says unhumorously, although I’m pretty sure that was a joke. He goes past me, enters his room, and comes back a few moments later. I’m still there, waiting for him, thinking that this is what I’m supposed to do… now that we’re engaged. He opens the door and signals me to the stairs, and I start walking, followed closely by him. “Thanks for breaking it to me that I’m your fiancé.” “No need to be sarcastic.” “I’m not.” We reach the