Married To A Bully Novels & Stories

" Amber's face also turned gloomy. Why hadn't she thought of this earlier? Seeing that Amber was starting to loosen up, Sophia continued, "Imagine me in Aralyn's shoes. If I were married to someone like Shayne and he didn't stand up for me when his mother bullied me, all while I was heavily pregnant, I'd feel so wronged." Amber cherished Sophia and couldn't bear the thought of her living such a difficult life. "If your husband ever dared to treat you like that, I'd hire someone to give his entire family a good beating and then force them to apologize! What kind of people are they?"

“You really need to let it go, Case. It’s done. We need to move on.” He stopped filling out his paperwork and stared at the table before he turned to meet my gaze. He dropped the pencil, sat back, and gave me a glare so terrifying, it reminded me of my father—haunting me from the grave. “It’s done? We need to move on? You’re married to a psychopath—” “He’s not that bad.” “You’re defending him now?” “Not at all. But he’s not a psychopath. He treats me well.” “He forced you to marry him. How does that not make him a psychopath? He was obsessed with you and wanted to collect you like a trophy or a piece of jewelry.”

I can sense the gazes of the other guests fixed upon us, witnessing the display of dominance by my future husband. “Such a tough guy to bully a woman,” I mutter under my breath, unable to suppress my defiance. “What did you say?” he demands, his hold on my waist tightening. With a surge of confidence, I repeat my insult, making my voice clear and unwavering, “I called you a bully.” Mario’s lips contort into a twisted sneer as he leans in, his breath scalding my ear. “You will learn not to disrespect me. I can’t wait to break you and make you my whore.”

He teased me and I found it cute. “Someone has to, you proud asshole.” “We'll see about that later.” I knew what he meant. I mean, we all did. He had every plan to dominate me in bed later. “Hey! We're in public. Oh and we need another wedding planner.” “Don't worry, already on it.” Derek was beaten silly, then the police came to pick him up. I didn't go back home, I followed my husband back to work and spent the whole day bullying him while he was trying to work.

She finally let out, while I forced out a smile. “Really? Do I need to remind you that I’m married to this man?” I chimed in while she shot me a killer look. “And so what? People get divorced every day, so why can’t you? It’s not like you’d be the first or last and don’t even give me that slimy excuse about people’s opinion. They are not the ones going through this emotional turmoil and abuse. If anything happens to you, best believe that bastard will marry that bitch before the end of the day. She will move in with him, and they will f*ck each other’s brains out every second while your body is still warm.” She lashed out and the whole time, I was just staring at her because I knew she was s

“Apparently, this marriage helps his image. A sweet, private marriage to a ‘normal’ girl? Keeps voters happy. So unless you want to tank his career...” He turned slowly to me, like a predator. “What’s your name?” I swallowed. “Arielle.” He stepped closer. “Listen, Arielle. You don’t exist to me. I don’t want to see you. Talk to you. Breathe the same air as you.” “Perfect,” I shot back. “We agree on something.” He took the certificate, crumpled it, and shoved it in his jacket pocket. Then stormed out. I stood frozen. Married.

She kept thinking about Danita. She had heard the way her husband spoke to her and how he had tried to intimidate her. Elayna had been so embarrassed and ashamed. Bradley had never acted openly racist and seeing him doing it to her only friend made her stomach turn. Danita was the only person on her side. The only outside person who truly knew what she was going through, she also didn’t judge Elayna and she loved Danita for that. Her husband was a bully. She didn’t know how he would react about everything she was currently doing.

He's been acting all weird since from the woods. "Hey, man. What's up?" I said. He shot me a deadly stare as he pushed me out of the way with his shoulder. I stared back. What's fucking wrong with this guy? I snapped. "What the hell! What's wrong with you?" "I've always known you to be notorious. I thought you've changed but now I know there's no redemption for you," he said. "You'll never stop being a bully. Shame on you for taking advantage of a vulnerable girl," he hissed and stormed out of the house.

My eyes caught the sight of Nyla and Brian tugging at each other's clothes while my father tried to separate them, and a chuckle escaped my lips at the cute struggle. I held the bouquet firmly, slowly trotting on the cream rug that was laid out for me to walk on, and my mind drifted back to the day I stormed into Eden's wedding. That day, I confirmed that I was cursed and nothing good could happen to me. But here I was today, about to be properly married to my former high school bully, who put his life on the line for me, together with my father and my late mother's friends. I had three beautiful kids, two of which came out of my womb and made me a complete woman. My mother's legacy was stil

“Look, this isn't exactly my fault.” He let out a sharp exhale, looking right at me. “I suck. I'm a Bully. You hate me and you want out of this marriage as soon as possible. I know all that but at least I tried to make it work, as much as I could. I flopped many times but part of it was because I couldn't stand you being with others. I never looked at any woman after I married you. I did the things a husband would do. You trashed your duties the very instant we got married.” He stopped. His tone was low and melancholic. He sounded hurt.