Married To A Bully Novels & Stories

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."

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.

But he became oblivious to my cries as he scoffed and said. "I don't make the same mistake twice." Unable to understand his statement I continued to cry. "Do it!" He said loudly as I startled and began to let out convulsed gasps of dread. He let go of me as I signed the papers with my shaky hand. Feeling utterly broken, I wiped my tears and gave him an infuriated look. I slammed the papers in his hands and looked at him, "Now that you have made this marriage nothing but a mere contract. Let me tell you one thing, Mr Christian Elvis," I said coldly. As I was about to get out, I gave him one last furious look and said, "This marriage will be toxic for both of us."

Every interview ended with the same polite smile and the same rejection. So I took whatever work I could find. And because I had fewer options, I was always desperate to keep whatever job I managed to get. Until, somehow, I lost it again. I'm Jane Carlos. I'm twenty-four years old, my parents' first child. I used to be smart, playful, and full of dreams. Then life happened. Again. And again. I had always blamed the people who bullied me for ruining that part of my life. But I blamed one person more than all the others.

I thought about Mom. She called every Sunday and asked how school was and I always said fine and she always said she was proud of me for pushing through. She didn't know about the bullying. Not the full extent of it. I kept it from her because she worried and because there was nothing she could do and because the last thing she needed after losing Dad was to also lose sleep over me. What would she say about Isaac? I already knew. She would panic. She would say the McCall family was too powerful and too dangerous for people like us.