Novel & Cerita Domestic Violence

How could he possibly care about me? She turned her head and asked Doris with teary eyes. "Doris, if I document evidence of domestic violence, can I file for divorce?" Doris applied the medicine while asking, "Just here?" Margot responded, "Where else do you think? Where else would he hit me?" Doris smiled. "Well, hitting the butt is certainly better than other parts of the body. It means that you were being disciplined for not obeying." Margot disagreed, "Hitting the butt is still physical violence. Anyway, I'm injured, and I want to sue him for domestic violence."

Lemme know! Disclaimer: This is not a joke or mere entertainment. Domestic violence is real and serious in everyday life. No man (or woman, it goes both ways) should hurt their partner because of emotional hurt. No matter what they did, it is NOT okay to kill or abuse someone. Life is precious and cannot be re-given. Don’t take it. I apologize if this was a touchy subject for anyone, and I understand that some people will feel differently towards my lead male character from now on. But if you read my other books, you realize that I bring alive real-life situations and problems to bring awareness.

"Honey, if this goes to court, there's no turning back. Why don't you just behave a little better? I'll go with you and apologize to the prosecutor." I coldly flung his hand away. "Don't touch me. You disgust me." Victor's expression darkened with hurt. It was the same expression he had after the first time he hit me, the one that made me believe it would be the last time. But with domestic violence, there were only two possibilities. It was either zero times or countless times. In a marriage, anyone who raised a hand against the person they claimed to love and shared a bed with was a despicable coward. Those who did that were only venting their life's frustra

Dario went on, “Dante and I spoke with Father only minutes before. When we arrived, Alesia was screaming. Our dear father was in the process of beating and raping her.” I sucked in a breath. “After Dante and I left, she used his gun. The KCPD has already taken her statement and ours.” Dario shook his head. “Domestic violence is a sickness within the famiglia I would like to eradicate.” Crossing my arms over my chest, tears cascaded down my cheeks as I let Dario’s words sink in. My husband was dead. My father was dead. My father—the man who made me marry Rocco could no longer rule my life.

he asked. “Yes, it is. That old hag is a victim of domestic violence, but I can assure you that she’d rather be crushed to death by a truck than expose Anthony as a violent man. Unfortunately, I couldn’t ever get evidence since I didn’t think I cared back then, but I know very well what triggers Anthony and makes him mad enough to show what he really is,” I responded.

“A human? Back off if you don’t want the matters to get ugly for you.” The corner of Serenity’s lips twitched. “Look, I don’t want to get into people’s family affairs, but domestic abuse is not something I can ignore.” The man’s eyes darkened at her words, and he violently flung his hand. The impact caused Serenity to fly back and fall down. Her back hit the tree trunk, and the palm of her hand scraped against a rock. Serenity winced from the pain. “She is my mate, and I have the right to beat her up if that sets her right. Stay away from here.”

Yet, she couldn't picture herself with him in a romantic way again. After asking her to be his breeder, Morana couldn't find an ounce of respect for him. Brandon had not just calling her his whore, but forced her to remain confined in the dark basement. His words stung; his actions hurt. Maybe it was because of the mate bound. She didn't know much about the mate bond, but Morana hated how it made her fell. She hated that he had hurt her.

Uncle X rolled his eyes at his aggravated wife. Her head spun back to the person in the question. "YOU. Mr. Myers. I don't trust you one bit. You're telling me you want my baby to walk back into the house with that man." She says with every bit of disgust in her voice. "The man that hurt her mentally for years and has put his hands on her. You're fucking kidding me. No way am I sending her back into the lions den, we're calling the police that's what we're doing. We are going to file a domestic violence report and let them deal with it." She said turning gearing up to dial before all of us stand up and shout NO!

“A case?” “Against her husband,” he said quietly. “For the domestic violence.” “Oh,” I whispered. “She won’t report him,” Dante continued. “No matter how much evidence there is. No matter how many times she’s been hurt.” I swallowed. “Did she say why?” He shook his head. “She says it’s complicated.” I let out a bitter laugh. “It always is.” Dante studied me. “You sound like you understand.” “Maybe she’s scared,” I said softly.

Her skin was glowing with no traces of any hitting whatsoever. “We received an information concerning you two. But firstly, do you know what domestic violence does to children?” I started first, “It traumatizes them to the extent that they might start to see it as the norm in the future, enduring it from their partners. But at the young age, it makes them feel inferior to others.” The mother spoke next, “We understand you, Luna. But I’m afraid that I don’t where this is coming from.” She said with a frown.