Husbands Bully Novels & Stories

"But there is no dream left. You own everything. What am I even doing here?" "You are maintaining the optics of a stable marriage," he said, his voice flat and mechanical. "Which is becoming difficult when you're constantly on the verge of a breakdown. You're being overly sensitive again". "Sensitive?" I stepped closer, the heat of my anger finally breaking through the ice I’d lived in for weeks. "Selene mocks my body in front of your friends. Your mother treats me like a servant you accidentally married. Even Maribel and the maids laugh when I walk into a room. And you stay silent. You just watch it happen".

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Bob explained. Paige said, "What son-in-law and stepmother-in-law? What are you talking about?" Bob thought Paige had lost her ability to think rationally due to anger. He said, "Paige, don't be afraid. I'll make things right for you. Chris shouldn't bully people just because the Jewell family is powerful." Confused, Paige asked, "What did Chris do? Who did he bully?" Bob said, "Isn't he bullying you?" Paige replied, "How is that possible? My husband loves me so much, cares for me, treats me well, and spoils me. How could he bully me?"

He thought he had misheard the other man. "Of course! "Who are you to bully my wife?" Henry objected to that. He was even more domineering than Sebastian.

After making jest of Adrian for a few more minutes, I started to get exhausted. You got me! Yes, I did lie. I was no mean girl and I did not think that I had ever bullied any one before Adrian. My bullying of my husband, however, had a very perfectly reasonable explanation; I was only just giving back what he had done to me several times before. It was time for him to take a taste of his own medication.

“Look, in families, some people don’t fight with claws or fists. They make others look bad by twisting words, by pointing out their weaknesses until they break. Henry is one of them! He knows Grandpa favors him, so he bullies others for his entertainment.” Carlos narrowed his eyes, the tension in his body sharp as wire as I added. “I can say confidently that it isn’t the first time Henry has spat out nonsense like this. And whenever you had raised your voice against it, Grandpa would have reprimanded you instead, as though you were the real problem.” My hubby’s face changed its color for a second, his fury shifting into something more complex. His jaw loosened as he let out a low growl.

He shouldn't be doing this. "Hey!" my husband shouted. "You stop that! That's my wife! You little creep! Stop it!" "Is there a problem?" a man in a blue uniform said as he wove through the fucking. He passed a schoolgirl shuddering as a handsome man ripped his dick out of her. "He's assaulting my wife!" Edward said.

Wills Waltson's demeanor also irritated Jackie Waltson, who asked angrily, "Wills Waltson, what are you trying to do, brat?" Wills Waltson gave him a hard stare "Don't you dare to appear at this time? Don't you want to deliberately make her unhappy? Bullying one's wife is said to be an irreconcilable hostility. If she hates you, I will stand by her side and deal with you with ten or a hundred times more hostility." "See them out," he said to the staff member once he finished speaking. He turned around and pushed the door open, returning to his room.

Mom smiled happily. I couldn't still wrap my head around the fact that my dad was a bully in highschool. I mean dad was always calm and quiet and loving. I could remember when I told him about the neighbor who I think was stalking me and he told me he would give him a friendly greeting and I have never heard from that neighbor again. I see him but he never says anything bad to me. I can't even picture Dad being a bully; he is so timid. "Did you like the time you spent with Vincent?" Mom asked making me go silent for a while as I pondered on the question.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.