Married To A Bully Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mitchell looked shocked and nodded. “What’s going on here?” “Sigh… Someone hit her and pushed her down the stairs before her ribs fully healed. Her old wound split open, and she almost broke her ribs again.” The doctor sighed and looked at the woman with pity. Domestic violence was unacceptable. This woman had no security and was bullied by her husband under the guise of marriage. Even so, the police could not do anything unless they wanted to end the marriage themselves. Who else could help them? The elevator arrived.

“That’s enough.” ‎ ‎My heart hammered. “She said I was a weakness.” ‎ ‎He stepped closer. ‎ ‎“She’s right.” ‎ ‎The word landed like a blow. ‎ ‎“You married me to protect something,” I said, my voice shaking. “Or someone.” ‎ ‎“I married you,” he said, “because they would use you against me.” ‎ ‎“Who is they?” ‎ ‎His jaw clenched. “People who don’t leave survivors.” ‎ ‎I swallowed. “And Valeria?”

She lost more weight within two days and looked more like a slave. "Don't you know the definition of marriage?.." Lorenzo said, walking closer to her and she took a step backwards in fear. "You're stuck with me for the rest of your damn life!" He yelled to her face and with that, she slowly raise her palm to her face wiping off the saliva. "Our wedding is taking place tomorrow. Your skin requires care" he said, staring at her from head to toe. "I'm not your wife and I'm not interested in the wedding!" She retorted and he only had to yell back in response.

“Wait… he hired you to be his wife?” Amber nodded, her cheeks burning with shame. “Yeah. I was supposed to be the convenient option—someone who wouldn’t complicate his life. It was just a business deal.” Sophia leaned back, her arms crossed, processing. “Okay, so you married him for money. And now?” Amber’s voice softened, almost breaking. “Now it’s complicated. Ryan isn’t who I thought he was. He’s kind, thoughtful… he makes me feel like I’m someone worth caring about. And that terrifies me.”

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

Ever since they got married, he has always avoided her, even though he gave her several luxurious items, even a back card, they haven't been intimate or even shared a room, which had always been a source of worry for her. She couldn't even complain to his parents because they never even liked her and only let her into the family because of Connor. The outside world only saw her as the wife of a successful businessman. She seemed to have everything, status, luxury. But only she knew how things were. She has done everything to be seen and noticed by Logan, but nothing has ever worked out. She could only cling to the hope that as long as there's Connor, Logan would never divorce her. Madison wa

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

"Today was supposed to be a perfectly good wedding! Beating your own in-laws is one thing, but now you're dragging my daughter's name through the mud!" Margaret seized the moment. She dropped to the floor in front of the guests and started wailing. "The almighty Sterlings — bullying people with their money! They're trying to destroy my daughter!" The guests began whispering among themselves, shooting glances at Alexander and me. Encouraged by the attention, Margaret wailed even louder. "Somebody help us! These people are monsters!" I stood there with my arms crossed, watching the performance. When they finally ran out of steam, I pulled out a folder and smiled.

“… have no place above or beside men. They are not meant to be remembered.” Rose frowned. The statement dug into her, cold and ugly. “Not even his own wife?” “Especially not her,” Bella said flatly, her mouth tightening. Rose’s stomach turned. The villa suddenly felt larger. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering though the air was warm. There was something Bella wasn't saying. Bella turned to her then, her dark eyes steady. “Now you understand a little better the house you’ve been married into.” Rose said nothing. She only looked at Bella, at the limp that didn’t slow her, at the calm voice that hid anger so carefully caged.

On our dinner last Wednesday, his mother told me that she’s kind of scared that her son would back out from this because he is allegedly manipulated by his girlfriend. Well, I hope his girlfriend manipulates him out of this sick marriage plan! “Your girlfriend knows about this?” I asked. I can see his jaw clenching. He inched closer as he stared into me like I have to be punished because I did something wrong. “Is she fine about this?” I figured if I piss him off, he might get angry and I would tell my mother that I don’t want to get married to someone who has anger management issues. Of course, my dad wouldn’t want me to marry a violent person!