Married To A Bully Novels & Stories

"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" Gideon set his glass down with a precise clink. "I don't have time for domestic drama, Amara". He checked his watch—a habit that always felt like he was counting the seconds until he could be rid of me. "I married a partner, not a victim. If you can't handle a few social spats, that is your failing, not mine". "A partner?" I let out a dry, jagged laugh. "You don't even know my middle name, Gideon".

“I know, Mia. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that. But this isn’t over. You need to be careful. I saw the both of you together at the wedding the other day,what did the devil say?*I asked her curiously and my heart skipped at that moment. Charlotte’s voice dropped to a whisper. “He threatened me. He said he couldn’t believe we were still friends, and that he is going to make your life miserable. He said since you are both married now, it would be like high school all over again—but worse. He promised that this time, it would be more than just bullying. He said he’d make sure you’d suffer because he didn't want the marriage either and you would have not agreed with the marriage plan.”

She caressed my face as she beamed, "Wow! Look at your glowing skin and your branded clothes. You look so sophisticated now. What about your husband? Did he bring you here?" Hearing my mom's question, I became emotional and covered my face as I began to cry. "Oh dear!" My mum pulled me into her arms. "What happened? Is your husband okay? Did anyone hurt you?" "Mum, my marriage is over," I cried. "What!" My brother who had been watching us gasped and his phone fell from his hand. "Miranda, what did you do?" He asked me. Wiping my tears, I ignored him and said, "Mom, I was bullied."

His unwavering answer got to my heart. I had never been bullied since she was a child. On the contrary, Joy was timid, despite her looks. She cried when people ganged up against her and didn’t even think of reporting it to the teachers. I brought my friends to handle the bullies, and I even stood righteous when questioned by the parents. But I had endured all those suffering when married to Edward, even after the divorce. Everyone around me wanted to help me get even, but how could they do it at once?

We met even before Anna introduced him to the family as her fiance. He was the nicest man I've ever seen. He cared about me as his 'in-law'. He was always there for me. But he changed completely after we got married. Because he believed that I schemed my way into his life. 'Enough about Viktor, Jessica' I held my phone tightly in my grip as I exited the office. The restaurant was buzzing with customers as always. Couples on date… Businessmen having meetings. And my eyes caught an empty set of chairs, and I went to take it.

I thought my life would go straight, but my life has been winding since getting to know him. I can't believe I got married and ended up being this sad. What do I want to be after this? Cursed, and becomes gossip. I can guarantee that I will become my own mother's bully. Because indulge for a moment, ruin everything. I can only brush. I've been like crazy.

But I would want to take this opportunity to tell you that I am now married to Arnold Maxwell, and that you have no doubt heard about the background of my husband. I watched their reactions, and I noticed that some of them bowed their heads. This action indicates that they were paying attention to what I was saying. But others, including the two girls who had bullied me earlier, kept their heads held high and refused to lower their chins. ‘‘I don't care how you're going to talk about me behind my back; I'm only worried that those words will find their way into my husband’s ear… and if it ends up involving anyone around here, that wouldn't be very nice, would it?’’

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?”

Three weeks later. Purple sat on the couch, nursing her bruises. Her scalp was aching with a pain she could not describe, her fingers were damaged once more. Tears flowed freely from her cheeks, her husband had bullied her again. She had gotten married two weeks ago to John. It was in the marriage that John showed his real self. He constantly reduced her worth to a punching bag. It was a suffocating hell, She was tired of complaining to her mother who she was beginning to detest. She knew that in reality, her mother was being plain selfish and greedy. She pushed her into this hell of marriage to claim all the benefits that came with it.

I'll give in, and he'll own me, and I don't know if I can live with myself after that. Married to my bully. Married to a man I despise. I close my eyes, pull myself together, and go rejoin the gathering, if only to spend another hour or two with Papa.