Travis Villaflor (The Possessive Husbands Club Series 1)Updated at Feb 25, 2026, 00:51
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Travis Villaflor does not lose.
In business, he conquers.
In life, he dominates.
With godlike beauty, ruthless intelligence, and power that bends men twice his size, he has built an empire where everything and everyone falls into place exactly as he commands.
Women worship him, the media fears him and the world with all his friends belongs to them.
And he belongs to Cathyrine Reva. At least, that is the lie he has repeated for years.
Because there was once a boy.
Raine Montemayor.
Fifteen years of age. Soft-eyed and devoted. On top of it all, he's recklessly in love. A boy who trembled but still offered everything. His body, his heart, his soul. A confession so raw, so desperate, it should have disgusted Travis.
Instead, it terrified him.
So he crushed it.
“I’m straight,” he said coldly.
“I only see you as a brother.”
And just like that, he destroyed the only person who had ever looked at him as if he were something more than a god. Raine left for Canada soon after. Travis thought distance would erase the memory. Well, it didn’t. Years later, Raine returns. But the boy Travis rejected is gone.
The man who steps off the plane is controlled and polished. Sinfully beautiful. His smile no longer innocent, but knowing. His presence no longer pleading, but commanding.
People stare.They want him and they whisper about him.
And when Travis sees another man’s hand linger too long on Raine’s waist…
Something inside him snaps. The desire is no longer a flicker. It is a blaze. It was hot, violent and possessive. It claws up his spine and settles in his chest like something feral finally freed from its cage. He tells himself it’s curiosity, it's pride and it's just nothing. But when Raine’s gaze meets his, it was steady, fearless, and no longer worshipping. And for the first time in his life, Travis feels threatened.
Because Raine no longer looks like he belongs to him. And that is unacceptable. He has a girlfriend, a reputation and a name built on control. Yet every time Raine turns away from him… every time someone else dares to touch him…
Jealousy tastes like blood in his mouth.
He wants to drag him close. Mark him. Remind him.
“You think you’ve outgrown me?” Travis murmurs one night, voice low and dangerous. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I fucking possess you.”
Because that’s what this is now. It was not love, no, it's far from that. It's an obsession. It's possession. If Travis gives in, it won’t be gentle. It won’t be tender.
It will be territorial. Consuming. Irreversible.
And Raine may have returned stronger…
But Travis has never learned how to share what he considers his.