Married To A Bully Novels & Stories

Ryan laughed, his laughter filled with mockery. “What do you think you're doing? You honestly think that's going to save you?” He needed her more than he loved her. She was the perfect convenience that made life easier for him. Over the past six years of their marriage, he counted on her to handle the bills, give him emotional support, cook his meals and care for him. But as the years went by, he began to hate her for it. He felt emasculated by her success. She had the bigger paycheck, the promotion, the intelligence, and this triggered his insecurities. She was a constant reminder of his inadequacies.

I let the silence stretch before speaking. “My wife has been verbally assaulted in this building. Mocked, disrespected, and harassed,” I began, my tone as hard as a rock. “She has been shamed online, offline, and even physically targeted by a mob right outside these gates. All because of lies. All because someone couldn’t handle her happiness.” There were murmurs now. Eyes darted around. “I know some of you stood by and did nothing. I saw the videos,” I continued. “Some of you whispered behind her back. And some of you even laughed while she broke.”

"Oh no, I'm good. I'm not hungry." "What do you mean you're not hungry? Your husband gave us his card to do as we please, and now you're saying you're not hungry? You can get anything you want." "Husband? What's going on?" "I got married," Alice smiled. "You got married? When? To who? Do I know him?" "Yes. You may know him. Travis Osborne. It's been a few months, but it's been the best few months of my life." "Wait. That Travis Osborne? That CEO that was featured in Worbes or something?"

he interjected “End what?” I asked with raised brows “This marriage or whatever it is, for your safety,” he said and I just stared at him like he was crazy “I'm fine,” I said through my teeth “No you are not, just look at you all this because you are married to a fucking crippled,” he said raising his voice, it was clear that he was worked up about the whole thing but he was overreacting “No I can't let any harm come to you,” he said “No” I simply said

“Do not make this about vanity, Elena. This is logistics and legacy. My father’s will is a legal and financial constraint. I’m trying to protect a company that thousands depend on.” “So you protect your company by using people,” she shot back, tone rising not from anger alone but from a hurt that had been sitting like a stone in her chest. “You treat marriage like paperwork and then expect people to play their roles like actors. You think I’m a line item.” “That’s not fair,” he said. The phrase came out rough. “You signed. You knew the terms.”

“And what exactly are we supposed to be? Tourists?” He didn’t even glance my way. “Newlyweds.” I choked. “You’re joking.” “People notice less if they think we’re married.” He didn't even blink before saying. “Right. Because pretending to be your wife sounds perfectly sane.” His mouth twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “You want to stay alive or win an argument?” “Can’t I do both? Multitasking’s kind of my thing.” My sercastic reply made him laugh, a low sound that surprised us both, this is the first time I heard cole act like normal human or maybe he's going insane with me?

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

His tone sounded emotionless and professional like he was discussing rules with an employee instead of his wife. My fingers tightened around the fork. More rules, more distance. “I understand,” I whispered. Ethan finally looked at me and his expression darkened, “Do you?” the question confused me and before I could answer, he continued. “People already think you manipulated this marriage, don’t give them more reasons.” his voice went cold. The accusation hurt again. I slowly lowered my fork, “I never manipulated you.” A bitter laugh escaped him, “You expect me to believe that?”

I even cried hard when he brutally grab my jaw and made it close to his face. "Don't you dare cry infront of me as if I did bully or mistreat you because if you just didn't only ruined my relationship with Andrea you will not experience this!!" He sais those words quietly but murderously and the anger in his voice was visible. "Remember this bitch, even we are married, I will never be a husband to you, I will never treat you as my wife. I only agree to this bullshit marriage that your father wants to make your life a living hell. Therefore, weather you like it or not you have no way out! That's what people like you deserve. A hellish life!

Finally he said, “Yena, I bullied you into marrying me. Sometimes I feel afraid that… you have grown to love me, but only after I trapped you first. Sometimes I fear you will wake up someday and wish you’d gotten out when you had the chance.” I had not been expecting him to say that. Or anything like it. “Huh,” I muttered. I wouldn’t have chosen that word, “bullied,” to describe it, but Nolan wasn’t completely wrong. The way our marriage had come together… there were lots of unpleasant moments along that journey. “Nolan, that was a long time and a lot of stuff ago…”