Husband Bully Novels & Stories

Sometimes I wonder if these two lap dogs have any life beyond causing trouble under Kate's command. Well, here we go again "Look who's back at college, our dear Allison Westwood," Kate announced with a smile, clapping her hands as her lapdogs chuckled without mirth. I half-heartedly offered a smile. "Isn't it the goddess's grace? I mean, your boyfriend's father made it happen," I said, and her expression darkened immediately as the words left my lips. She was visibly triggered by it, but I stood my ground. Yeah, I knew I was outnumbered, but I possess a wolf, and that gives me an upper hand against them.

"I don't want that man to know you're my husband." Her words only made him even more displeased. His eyes darkened as he stared into his wife's eyes, He waited for an explanation. "My husband should be the Kieran who's gentle, has a good temper, speaks nicely, and respects others. Not the Kieran who throws childish tantrums, and insults his subordinate like earlier." She was complaining that he had been too harsh on his subordinate. Valerie wasn't afraid of Kieran. If he dared to bully her, she would simply fight back.

A tense silence followed before Tony Maverick, a sturdy man with glasses and a sharp nose, finally spoke. "A video of your bullying some boy half your size was uploaded online, Zachary. Thousands of dollars were spent taking it down and silencing the reporters." Zachary remained silent, his expression unreadable. Instead, he pulled out his phone and started typing, his nonchalant attitude pushing his father over the edge. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you be like your brother for once?" Tony yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. "How many times do we have to have this same conversation?"

Sometimes, I struggled to reconcile this man with the one who used to kick me to the ground the moment he got bored. At some point, his bottom line had shifted—lowered to an extent I never thought possible. Sometimes, I overheard his phone calls with his friends. It was probably one of them inviting him out for a game of cards. He let out a low chuckle, his gaze dropping to where I was curled up on the couch. "I’m keeping my wife company." A burst of exaggerated groans and jeers erupted from the other end, loud enough for me to hear. "Still spoiling that crazy little thing of yours…?"

Everyone in the underworld knows that Alessio Muratori is a womanizer through and through. Yet, I love him more than anything in the world. Therefore, it isn't surprising that everyone expects me to cry and crawl back to him when I threaten a divorce after he brings home his mistress. When Alessio signs the divorce papers without so much as flinching, he lets out a mocking laugh. "So, what is it you want this time? Cash? That beach house?" Neither. This time, I move to a new city, change my name, and start a brand-new life. Three years later, I see him again at a club. With a champagne flute in hand, I calmly nod at him in acknowledgment. He's caught off guard for a second. Eventually,

All he had with him was bullshit and he should keep it with him. I remembered all the bad words he had rubbed on my husband. That bastard called my hubby a disabled Alpha and so many other bad things but my husband was all silent, why? Right now I wasn't worried about myself but I was concerned about Silas. He would protect me with his own life, not tolerate anyone uttering a single word against me but then why wasn't he protecting himself from all the nonsense his brother would slap him with. "Hubby, why don't you show Frederick his real place? I don't like how he keeps on bullying you. Why do you take in his bullshit?" I asked Silas.

the suddenly irate man roars in my face, making me grimace, and I do not want him to ever speak again. Yes, he is that kind that spits all over one’s face with each word. “What is happening here?” says a female voice. I slide to my right and meet a tall and neatly dressed blonde woman who looks like a successful lawyer. I can’t speak; I just gape at the confused woman. “Mom, that lady slapped Dad.” For heaven’s sake, he doesn’t only have a perfect wife but also a little child. Jerk. “Stay away from my husband, creep,” the woman warns sternly, grabbing her husband by the hand and deliberately bumping into my shoulder until I lose balance and am about to fall hard to the ground. But something

“She can't respond to your messages because your darling wife whom you wouldn't stop boasting about isn't home” I turned to look at him as the expression on my face darkened despite the confusion that swirled in my chest. “What are you talking about?” A scoff left his mouth. “Your wife isn't home, she is here dancing her life away as a stripper” All the anger that I had been trying to hold inside of me exploded because, in the next minute, I lunged at Alfred, gripping him by the collar of the shirt while pushing him so hard that his back slammed against the wall.

Hilary said with a cold voice, making him break out in sweats. “Honey, that’s the man who bullied me and your son. Teach him a lesson for us”. She said as she pointed at Hilary without seeing the pale look on her husband's face. Opening his eyes widely, he removed her hand from his body with force, which shocked her. “Honey, what is the problem, don’t tell me you are afraid of these fools? She asked with a sneer, but she was met with a tight slap on her face, which sting her hard.

The potential ‘support’ seemingly enjoys having him grilled by his wife. “Come on, just tell me the details,” she says impatiently. His brows arched up on that. “Are you sure about that?” “God, not the details running in that dirty head of yours. The decent ones.” “Why does everybody makes me feel like a polar opposite of decent? I’m a good guy, you know.” She snorted. “Says the heiresses you collected like trophies.” He turned to his friend. “Did you hear that? Your wife is a bully. Doesn’t she know I have feelings too?”