Married To A Bully Novels & Stories

He was the one behind it! At that moment as the reality set in about the extent Rowan was willing to go for me, it hit me that I didn’t know the man I was married to. I didn’t know the man who had bullied me throughout my childhood phase. Who really was Rowan?

"Bitch, do you know how many years you lived off us? We cooked for you! You lived in our house! If we hadn't delivered you to his house, you never would've married that billionaire! "But now you think you're better than us, don't you? Now you think you can just march back home and demand we return your money!" "Your mother's right!" my father sneered. "That infernal ogre is our son-in-law now, too. He should be giving us all this money for that alone!" I glared at them and flexed my wrists. "I don't give a damn. Here's the point: no one gets to bully my husband, especially not any of you!"

He is the only one person knows all of my secrets aside from Allison who failed to rescue me from my marriage. “What happened? Don’t tell me that you are being bullied by your husband?” He is smirking. I leaned my back on my seat and shifted my gaze out of the window upon thinking of the kiss he did to me just now. “Why will I allow him to bully me? Haha! I will never allow him.” I didn’t realized that I touched my lips unknowingly while in a daze and thinking on how I can be free from the man I mean this marriage.

"W-Why did you slap me?" Belinda sneered. "You're a terrible bully! You're incompetent, so you kept forcing your wife to go out and work tough jobs! I am truly extremely unlucky to have married a man like you! It's all good now. I am rich now. I can finally hold my head up high! I finally have assets that belong to me now!" Seeing Belinda so smug, Vincent sneered. "You're a real psycho."

I added, smiling smugly. "You fucking bitch," she snarled. "Dillan, do something. Stop her right now. Don't let her humiliate me and walk away with it. I won't allow it," she said, and this time she actually sounded hurt, genuinely hurt. It was almost funny, watching a bully suddenly discover she hated being on the receiving end. She looked at me like I'd crawled straight out of hell. Then she looked at her husband, searching his face for a way out, and found nothing there. His mind was clearly already made up.

Third Person POV. Scarlet almost couldn’t believe her ears. The last thing she was expecting Ryan to tell her was that Henry had been his high school bully. It surprised her, she had never thought Ryan was someone who would let himself get bullied. “That sick bastard bullied you? And he was going to kill you? What the actual hell!” Scarlet blurted out, struggling to understand how she had managed to stay married to such a person, being so blind that she never realized she had married the devil himself.

She pushed further. "Of course I'm not." I turned to her. How would I? When I'm married to a self-centered scumbag who the media has tagged as a possible killer? How the hell did my life come to this?

Aaron, I could get you out of this. I’m ready to help! I am! I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process everything she just said. Me: Sophia, wait— Sophia: I just can’t imagine what she puts you through every day. I mean, she’s still the bully she was eight years ago — maybe even worse! And you said she stripped you on your wedding night?! Aaron, that’s abuse. Me: Wait, wait, wait—Sophia, you’re getting it wrong. She never—

She said, raising her hands to slap me, but it was suspended in the air. I looked up to see Dante and I didn't know when a smile appeared on my face. "Why don't you go and save the face of your family instead of trying to bully my wife." He said, and a blush crept into my face at the word wife. "Your wife?" She repeated and burst into laughter. "Wow. I didn't know you were married. A murderer getting married to a thug. I'm expecting a queer child." She said mockingly and turned around to leave.

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.”