Novel & Cerita Married To A Psychopath

I was only reminded of the call after he spoke again, and what he said confirmed my suspicions. "Stop searching for a hidden camera, you'll never find any because I didn't install them," He said and that made me stand completely frozen. If I felt creepy shivers a while ago, it was definitely not as creepy as the one that ran down from the tips of my hair, down to my toenails when he said those words. Oh my God, I married a psychopath, of course, I did what was I expecting getting married to someone who I know nothing about, I thought to myself, still standing in the same spot.

I turned around to see Ben walking up to me with two men by his side. “What’s going on?”He asked,taking hold of my hand. “Thank Goodness you’re here,Mr Graham.This girl did this to me.Get the police.She has to rot in jail.”Mr Frasier thundered. “Calm down,Sir Gary.Maliyah would not do something like this.” “She attacked me.She tried to fucking kill me.Who are you to say she would not do something like this?” “I’m her husband.”Ben replied. “Well,I’d like to inform you that you married a psychopath!”

“I don’t know how to convince you that I don’t think you’re dumb. Why would I marry you for such a reason? Is that how messed up you think I am? You say I never cared when you left, but even you know that’s a total lie. I only ever went to bed when I knew you were safe and comfortable. I made sure no one else knew where you lived and made sure things were easy for you. I had people watch you and tell me when anything was off, but I couldn’t possibly tell you any of that because then that would mean I’m a stalker. And maybe I am. Maybe I was so afraid to set you off again that I respected your space as you asked but you can’t blame me for not completely leaving you alone. I can’t do that, no

He unbuttoned his shirt with infuriating nonchalance. “Look at me.” He raised his head, but his eyes were hard. There was no sign of guilt. Did he think his actions were okay? “I can’t believe you used Elia as a trap to see if I’d cheat on you. We’re married.” “Marriage never stopped anyone.” “Is that so?” I asked curiously, trying to figure out if he was referring to himself. “I’d never cheat.” “Oh, so I’m supposed to take your word on it, but you can use my bodyguard to test me? Don’t you realize how wrong that is?”

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

She nudged Tom at the dinner table. Tom had pretended not to care, but I caught the curve of his lips before he rolled the pasta into his mouth. She had left without a trace after Tom had an accident a few years ago. The diagnosis was that he wouldn't walk again. But he did. Tom was heartbroken; he claimed he would never love again. A rumour sufficed that he wasn’t interested in women. That wasn't a good reputation for his father's company. Our marriage was a form of damage control.

It’s funny how only a few hours have passed since I returned from what I can only call hell, but it feels like an entire eternity has passed. Time can be such a bitch sometimes. I shake the thought away and scoot out of bed. But even I know I can’t stop my mind from weaving the haunting reality in front of my eyes. That I have been married to a psychopath, and that I can’t delete that chapter from my life, no matter how hard I try. Mom wants me to forget about it. She wants me to look at the brighter side—that the man is dead—and move on. But can I really?

No one. And talk about marriage. He had forced me to marry him but how can I? To the point of bullet or to the fear of being r-ped? Marriage is a pure thing. It is a bond between two hearts but here this criminal doesn't hold a heart. He only knows how to broke hearts by killing their loved ones. I only had a thought of marrying Hunter. I had imagined how perfectly will be our life after our wedding but nothing like that happened only because of this monster Zachary Wilson.

Father’s reaction was almost nonexistent. “People are not just talking father, that man is a diagnosed psychopath.” Evangeline snapped, and I winced slightly, must be tough to be arranged to a psycho. “He is a man who has had the most successful surgeries in five years now, a psychopath who doesn’t have a problem doing his job. I don’t think you will have any problem with being his wife.” ‘Father I could literally get killed, people like that are serial killers.” Well, since I am the dumb one, I better be quiet, and this steak is super delicious.

“The situation hasn’t changed. That’s all that matters.” I’d grabbed on to the fleeting moment of hope, and just when I got my fingers around it, it vanished. “Let me get this straight.” I sat up in bed. “He’s shacked up with his side chick, the same side chick he had when we were married, but he still demands I be his wife? How the fuck did I marry a psychopath and not realize it?” When he’d told me he was a hit man, I should have seen the red flag and booked it. But I fell in love and looked past it, like a dumbass. Theo sat up and leaned against the headboard, the sheets to his waist.