Outpossessing My Crazy Billionaire Husband

I was walking off the heavy guilt of another microwave meal when I stumbled upon the heir to a Manhattan dynasty on his knee, flashing a Centurion Card at the heroine of our little drama.

Suddenly, a flurry of text scrolled across the sky like dense pop-up comments:

[The Heroine has been Reborn! In her previous life, she accepted the sicko heirs confession, only to be imprisoned like a gilded birdliving a life of luxury but zero freedom.]

[In this new life, shes decided to reject the heirs offer and run into the arms of the poor-but-free school sweetheart hero instead!]

[Wow, with no possessive villain standing in their way, this book is going to be a pure, sweet romance, right?]

[What good is all the heirs money if the heroine won't even look his way?]

I stared, stunned, at the celestial commentary.

The next second, I heard the heroine's cool, aloof voice.

"Hmph. I would never accept your proposal."

"You will never understand the value of freedom. A man as pathologically possessive as you? No woman could ever love you."

I fought my way to the front of the small crowd, raising my hands high in a dramatic, opportunistic claim.

"I can love you! I don't mind the lack of freedom!"

The heir, his eyes rimmed with red, looked over at me.

"I have severe separation anxiety. If you're with me, youll have to check in constantly. I'll need cameras installed in the bedroom and the living room

I cut him off, feigning shock.

"Why not the bathroom? Are you telling me your love for me is reserved?"

The comments section went ballistic.

[Wait, who is this woman who just popped out of nowhere?]

[Just some disposable cannon fodder who died poor in the original plot. Weird, she didn't have a scene here before. She must smell the money and is trying to snag a payout.]

[Just wait until shes actually with the sicko heir. Shell find out just how terrifying his possessiveness is.]

The comments scrolled so furiously, my eyes started to sting.

They confirmed I wasn't hallucinating from cheap instant ramen.

The stream revealed:

The world I inhabited was a "Captive Romance" novel.

Gia Bellwether, the girl being proposed to, was the heroine, the object of forced affection. In her first life, after accepting the sicko villains proposal, she had endured a humiliating cycle of buying things she didn't need and living without autonomy. This endless, suffocating existence led her, in the third year of her captivity, to run away to find the one true love she had kept secret. Jett had found her. On the way back, Gia, in a desperate struggle for the steering wheel, crashed their car into an oncoming truck. Both died instantly.

Reborn, Gia flat-out refused the villain's love and ran to the poor school sweetheart, Sam Millerthe official hero. This was meant to be their sweet, pure, second-chance love story. Her moment of rebirth was this very proposal scene.

Gia gave me a dismissive, head-to-toe once-over, letting out a soft, contemptuous sneer. When her eyes landed on Sam, however, her face melted into a saccharine smile. She darted into his arms like a butterfly finally freed.

"Sam, fate gave me this second chance to get away from that life of confinement and finally love you."

Their four arms were locked in a tight, syrupy embrace. The intensity of their emotion was almost repulsive.

Jett, the possessive villain, stood alone, staring at them with a dark, brooding expression. His fingers clenched and unclenched at his side.

The Centurion Card in his hand curved sharply, then was successfully shoved into my arms.

"Since Gia doesn't care for this card, then... take it."

I clutched it with both hands, excited.

"Possessiveness? That's just another way of saying he loves me. I happen to adore possessiveness."

Gias peripheral vision snagged on the black card. Her head went higher, her chin more aristocratic.

I heard her sneer:

"Pathetic display. Always flaunting that blood money to humiliate people. I'd love to see how far this gold digger lasts in that cage without her precious 'freedom.'"

On the drive back to my cheap off-campus apartment, Jett Coleman's expression was a study in shadow.

"Thank you for getting me out of that situation. Consider the black card a gift." His voice was low and troubled. "Even though Gia rejected me because of my possessiveness, she is the only person I have ever loved."

He sounded exactly like the tragic second male lead in every melodramatic novelthe one whose heart belongs only to the heroine.

The stream of comments was scrolling thick and fast:

[LOL. Does this cannon fodder really think she has the heirs attention? Shes just a tool to make the heroine jealous.]

[Exactly. Jett has been obsessed with Gia since he first saw her. Thats why the proposal was such an insane public spectacle.]

[In the original plot, his possessiveness over the heroine was off the charts. He couldn't go a minute without seeing her.]

[Waiting for the cannon fodder to be discarded and return to her predetermined fate of dying poor.]

That last one startled me. I could see my own tragic future unfold: graduating, renting a cramped basement apartment, miserable commutes for a pitiful salary, subsisting on instant ramen, and wearing cheap, synthetic fabricsmy last shred of dignity.

I shuddered and looked up at Jett's sharp brow, his clean, powerful jawline. His eyes were dark, swirling with the ink-black storm of Gia's rejection. He was still lost in the image of the hero and heroine embracing.

I couldnt let this money tree escape.

Mustering all my courage, I reached out to take his hand.

Snap!

An electric spark jumped between us. A sudden, crackling flash of manufactured intimacy.

Jett recoiled instantly, like hed touched a live wire. He was utterly shocked, the dangerous aura surrounding him dissolving into bewilderment.

He stared at me, then at his hand, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

"What was that? I I felt a static charge."

I flung myself into his arms, burying my head into his expensive, custom-made shirt.

"Yes! Because I am your soulmate! Your destiny!" I declared dramatically.

"Love at first sight is cheap. Love that grows over time is enduring. Just spend a little time with me, and you'll see how amazing I am."

Jett actually looked down at me nestled in his arms. After a moment of genuine hesitation, he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

He muttered softly, "Could... could you really be the one?"

We stayed locked in the embrace for a long time. In a place Jett couldn't see, I subtly tugged down the hem of my synthetic, fast-fashion dressjust to make sure the static cling didn't strike again.

The next day was my university graduation.

Students were everywhere, hauling boxes and suitcases, ready to leave. I spotted Gia Bellwether in the same dorm complex. It was her last day, too.

She looked every bit the beautiful, aloof campus queen. When her eyes met mine, her expression turned instantly contemptuous.

"Hmph. A gold digger. Sees a pile of cash and scrambles right to the top of it."

Behind us, a group of girls gasped.

"Look, everyone! A Rolls-Royce! Who is that here to pick up?"

At the same time, the comments began to scroll again.

[Wow, that Rolls-Royce Ghost is gorgeous! Has to be over half a million, minimum. The Elite Heir is here for our heroine!]

[Aww, but she wont get in his car this time. No matter how much he begs, she won't give him the time of day.]

[Heroine, go start that sweet romance with the hero already! I can't wait!]

Gia held her neck perfectly straight, like an elegant swan. She walked down the steps under the envious gaze of every girl there.

Her tone was sharp and unwelcoming as she addressed Jett Coleman.

"I have told you many times, I will not accept your confession. Can you please stop stalking me?"

The sounds of admiration from the other students continued to swell. Gia seemed to bask in the spotlight. She slowly descended the last step.

But Jetts voice was calm.

"I'm sorry, Gia. Im here to pick up my girlfriend. Not you."

He paused, then added: "That electric shock feeling I felt last night was a bolt of fate. The person I love is Lana."

Gia's face instantly drained of color. The humiliation and shame made her bite her lower lip until it was white.

Jett bypassed her completely, waving at me. "Lana, my driver will take your bags."

Then, his face slightly darkened. "Lana, why were you talking to someone just now? Even if it was a girl, I'll get jealous"

Gia's expression relaxed slightly, a scornful smile crossing her lips. She looked completely familiar with this behavior, waiting for me to break under his overbearing possessiveness.

Instead, I glanced at my wrist and frowned, cutting Jett off.

"We agreed on 10:30 AM. Why are you one minute late?"

He froze. "I... I got held up by traffic."

"I don't believe you. A whole minute! You could have done a lot in sixty seconds. Were you looking for another woman?"

"No! Lana, you have to believe me. One minute is barely enough time to look for a woman!"

"Then were you looking for another man?"

The chatroom exploded in shock:

[What is happening? This cannon fodder is more possessive than the Elite Heir!]

[Hah, just wait until shes actually confined like a golden canary and has to check in for everything she does. She'll regret this.]

[@SecretSleuth, look, your favorite dual-male plotline is bleeding into the forced-love narrative! Come witness!]

I shot a cold, confident look at the comments. Jett Coleman was that rich. If I wasn't strict, what if someone else snagged him?

In the end, Jett had to pull up his dashcam footage to finally satisfy my suspicion.

Gia stood on the sidelines, seething. In her past life, it was always Jett who strictly monitored everyone she contacted. She never had to question his social circle.

Her memory was broken by a clear shout:

"Gia! I'm here to help you with your bags!"

Gia smiled again, turning toward Sam Miller, the school sweetheart who had secretly adored her for years.

The smile vanished instantly. Sam had pulled up on a beat-up electric scooter.

Gia stared at the miserable vehicle in disbelief.

In her past life, she had been chauffeured everywhere.

An army of staff ensured she never had to lift a finger.

Now, she had to pack her own bags, and shed already chipped two nails.

Even the comments couldn't handle it.

[Why is Sam so poor? How is he supposed to carry all that luggage on a scooter?]

[I came for a sweet romance, not a tiny rental apartment novel! He rented a place off campusis the heroine going to live in a basement apartment with him?]

[He was a successful entrepreneur in the first life! Hell succeed in this one, too. Don't worry.]

Gia seemed to latch onto that last thought. She forced down her displeasure and reluctantly climbed onto the back of the scooter.

They set off for their tiny apartment outside of campus.

The Rolls-Royce Ghost blew past the electric scooter, spewing exhaust in the hero and heroine's faces. I clearly saw the resentment and regret in Gia's eyes.

The gilded cage villa she had desperately tried to escape in the first life was now my home in this life.

Sitting on a sofa that cost more than my entire extended family, Jett leaned forward, trapping me between his arms. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, and his jawline was sharply defined. His expression was the familiar, slightly dangerous one from our first meeting.

He smiled, that slightly wicked, mesmerizing smile. After several of those electric shock moments, he was now convinced I was the one.

His low voice rumbled in my ear.

"Baby, you are the first woman to embrace my possessiveness. But you have to understand, I grew up with zero sense of security."

"This entire estate is riddled with cameras so I can see you at all times."

"You can swipe my card whenever you want, but you must have a security detail with you when you leave"

"Enough," I interrupted impatiently.

What was he rambling on about? I was the one dating this ridiculously rich man! I was the one who had no security!

I wanted to keep Jett locked to my hip 24 hours a day.

I reached up, grabbed his jaw, and lightly patted his cheek to relax his musclesto make him look less like a brooding anime villain.

Then, I pulled out a handwritten A4 paper from my pocket. I shook it open, cleared my throat, and began to read aloud:

"From this moment on, you must check in with me wherever you go."

"You must be back in the villa by 10 PM sharp every night. If you're late, you must send me your live location, and I will track you until you return."

"Also, we need to install a camera in the bathroom. This ensures I have a seamless, 24/7, 360-degree view of you."

"Don't look so shocked. We're dating. What do you have that I haven't seen?"

"When you are at the office, you must report your activities every hour. What you did, what you ate, who you met. Everything."

"Jett, you have to understand. I love money and if I don't hear from you for an hour, I'll worry so much I can't eat or sleep..."

Jett Coleman's wicked smile froze solid. His pupils slowly dilated. The 'sicko villain' aura evaporated instantly.

He leaned back, sinking into the sofa cushions. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily from his fingers.

After a long, drawn-out silence, he finally made a decision.

"Lana... maybe... maybe you should go get a job."