Hypnotized Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her. So she whispered, barely audible: “Okay. We’ll try.” August exhaled, relief softening his face. He leaned closer, kissed her forehead tenderly, and pulled her into his arms. She let him, stiff at first, then slowly relaxing into the embrace—not out of love, but out of guilt. Her eyes stayed open long after his closed. And in the darkness, Ethan’s shadow lingered, mocking her resolve.

"Yes." Nicholas straightened up. At a single glance from him, four well-trained bodyguards in black appeared from seemingly nowhere and took control of the situation. Martha and Linda had never seen anything like it. Their legs gave out on the spot. "What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm Mr. Carter's wife!" "Ryan! Help us! Ryan!" Ryan panicked and shouted at me, "Victoria, have you lost your mind? You can't do this to me! I'm your husband, and you're carrying my child!"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

Still, one program caught my attention. It was a documentary about narcissistic abuse, women telling their stories, their voices trembling, some crying, some smiling as if relief could finally breathe through them. One woman spoke about her husband isolating her, convincing her that no one else would love her, that she owed him everything because he “saved” her. I stared at the screen until my eyes burned. That story...it was mine.

“Yes! Remember that case where they charged a husband for killing his wife and found out later it was the mother-in-law?” I felt my forehead scrunch as I tried to remember, “Vaguely? I mean, was it the one where she claimed it was self-defense and later came to find out she had a sick obsession with her son and wanted to keep him to herself, so she used the kitchen knife to kill the wife?” “Yes! The wife kept haunting the husband in jail until he went almost crazy, so they contracted a necromancer to come in and find out why she wouldn’t follow Death to enter Heaven or Hell.”

I explained hoping he buys each lie that left my mouth. “I see, you know wife, have you heard of the story of Mr and Mrs Duck?” He asked with his eyes fixed on me, I nodded my head, what is he trying to do to me now? Why a story of some random names? What is he up to now? God please help me! I am so scared right now.. I am scared of this man called my husband.. I really don’t know which other things he is capable of doing. “Mr Duck loves his wife so much and is willing to do everything to make her standout,she wears the latest product just like you.. But do you know what she did?”

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

"Chrissie, you gave me permission to use any stimuli during hypnosis that I deemed worthy. No harm was done, and we did see a similar response from you as your husband described from your first meeting. In light of that small breakthrough, I believe that my decision was intuitive in helping you." Race watched in fascination as his wife closed her eyes and breathed deeply -- like she'd done during the hypnosis -- and relax her body. Amazing. "I suppose you are correct, Dr. Gray," she replied in a moderated tone. She looked up at him, astutely avoiding Race's gaze. "So, what happened?"