My Husband Is a Paranoid Supermale

My husband, Trent Bradford, is a paranoid supermale who has only had eyes for me just because I saved his life during an accident.

Using his status and money, he had my former fiancé sent abroad before forcing me into marrying him. After that, he forbade me from having any sort of contact with other men, even going so far as to make me wear a bracelet with a tracker embedded inside.

Even so, he would shower me with nothing but love and would not tolerate anyone hurling insults at me. For example, he cut off ties with his elder sister, Lucy Bradford, and sent her away to a slum because she said I reeked of poverty.

On one occasion, he even attacked Tess O'Neil, his childhood friend, and poured wine all over the latter for her purposely spilling some on me prior. Still, I couldn't bring myself to love him despite all he's done.

In the end, he decided to undergo a reverse vasectomy so that he could make me stay.

However, Lucy barged into our villa with a bunch of people on my first trimester. She wanted to make me lose my baby and said I was a disgrace to the family.

Fortunately, Trent showed up when I was most vulnerable.

Holding the evidence that Tess gave her, Lucy said, "Step aside, Trent! That baby inside of her isn't yours, but another guy she's been having an affair with! I have taken care of her for you!"

I was lounging on the sofa in our villa when I suddenly felt the baby kicking. The sensation was incredible.

Trent and I had endured a strained marriage over the past ten years, and I was finally starting to consider surrendering to the inevitable. After all, he did go so far as to have a reverse vasectomy just to keep me with him.

I gently placed my hand on my rounded belly and resolved to be a good mother, watching my child grow up strong and healthy.

Suddenly, I heard someone screaming outside the villa.

"This is a huge insult to the Bradford family! I won't allow that disgraceful wench to stay here for another moment!

"Trent may have been completely bewitched by her since they married, but I haven't!

"I swear I'm going to tear her apart before kicking her out of the family for good!"

The woman's voice sounded strangely familiar, but it took a moment for me to realize it was Lucy Bradford.

I wondered why Lucy was at the villa, yelling about wanting to expel someone from the Bradford family. Before I could process further, she burst through the front door with a crowd in tow.

"There she is, girls!" Lucy shouted. "She's the one who tricked Trent into cutting ties with me and kicking me out of the family!"

Stunned by her accusation, I sat up angrily. "You're not welcome here. Please leave."

But Lucy stormed toward me and slapped me hard across the face.

"You wench!" she spat. "This is Trent's house—you just live here! Do you think that makes you the one who calls the shots?"

The force of her slap left me reeling, my cheek burning from the impact.

Trent loved me more than anything—so much so that he once shaved my makeup artist bald for accidentally pulling my hair too hard.

I could only imagine what he'd do to Lucy when he found out she had hit me.

To prevent that disaster, I swallowed my anger and said, "You should leave before Trent gets back, or I guarantee he won't let you off easily."

Trent had always been kind to me, but I knew it was a facade. Deep down, he was a possessive, paranoid man. He treated everyone else with an intensity that bordered on cruelty.

Lucy ignored my warning and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "That's my line, witch! He's going to skin you alive when he finds out you've been having an affair behind his back!"

I struggled to break free, enduring the pain as she yanked on my hair.

"That's a bold accusation," I managed through gritted teeth. "Have you forgotten what got you kicked out of this family in the first place?"