Married To A Psychopath Novels & Stories

"What happened to you? She asked. She was given some lame explanation as to what happened to him, and after the paper work, she wheeled him to the car, as she waved to her friend. Her new life is about to begin, and she is so unlucky, because, she wont just be bounded to a psycho, who doesn't know her, and calls her by the name of his late wife, but, she will also have to be with him every other time, for the next three month. Taking him everywhere, even to the toilet to defecate, and to the bathroom to take his bath. As she sat behind the Limo, she closed her eyes and let a tear drop. She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't want to look his way. She was going to hell. Married to some

Ethan was a psychopath, and egging him on with that question was not a good idea. "Then someone is going to get hurt, Joye, really hurt." With that he ended the call and drifted away into the darkness leaving me to glare at the now empty floor. My bones had lost their strength, and I had to struggle to get back into bed while praying that all of this was a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't, this was reality, and the painful truth was that a psychopath was after me and my husband.

I say grimly. Natalie snorts. "Come on, Sarah, it's not that bad. At least the man you are marrying is a total stud." I glare at her. "A stud who just marched in and assaulted my lips and walked away without a second look. I think I am marrying a psychopath, Natalie." Natalie looks thoughtful. "He does kind of give me the Patrick Bateman vibe." Oh, dear lord, I am so screwed! "Ahem" I spin around to face the man who cleared his throat behind me. It's the same man who came with my future psycho husband. "Hello, I see you are still here. Do you want to go ahead and kiss me too?" I snarl at him.

I give a tight smile so people see I have to pretend that I am happy for me and my son I have to make this work and his words tell me maybe just maybe he will treat me good. We walk down the whole way to some of our family members sitting down all in all there is not more than ten people they all look concerned look shocked that this is happening. I am also shocked and concerned what will people think. We also have a son there is that Scandal I don't know what is going to happen I can only deal with one thing at the time. For now I am taking this psychopath as my husband officially tying myself to him. What he doesn't know is that there is a gun on my thigh gutter what he doesn't know is if

I waved the papers in the air and Dormani shrugged, his eyes now on me as he dropped his phone. "Are you done? I'm pretty sure you'll have to flip three or more pages to finish that." "Who is getting married?" I asked seriously this time. "Don't act stupidly, Bambina. We both know who is getting married here. Now read that aloud and tell me what it says in detail." Not only was this man mad, but he was......insane. What do they call people with this mental health? A psychopath? Is that it? How did I even get close to this man?

652 word(s) Published Part 2. Synopsis My name is Jasamina Rutherford and I was once married to the most abusive man ever. Ludale McCully is what you can call a psychopath or a sick bastard. One day, he beat me within an inch of my life and I knew I had to run away. Because it isn't just me anymore. I have my three-month-old baby to think of. I ran into the streets without any money or any means. Going home wasn't an option because I know my parents would take me right back to him.

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?"

“Some sources said she deceived him into sleeping with him so she could marry him. What a worthless bitch. How can she do that to her late sister?” “The whole internet is flaring up, her picture is all up on the internet, but it isn't clear, but I know she is an ugly bitch” The two women started cursing as they continued their discussion. Everything they were saying sounded like my situation except their news. Their news wasn't correct but I married my sister's husband. Ryan's voice attracted the women and I immediately left there to the counter to pay for my groceries. Lining up to pay for my groceries, I saw myself and Ryder on the TV. My face wasn't entirely showing but it was me.

My toes curled beneath my heels as I stared at the man standing in front of me, my mind struggling to catch up with the words that had just come out of his mouth. At this freaking point, I didn't regret fucking Mason's boss. I didn't regret a single thing I did. I would do it again and again, and this time without an ounce of remorse, because it was very clear to me now that I had been married to a psychopath all this time without having the slightest idea. The man standing in front of me had lost it. Completely. And there was no fucking two ways about it. A breathless chuckle slipped out of me. "It's really very clear," I said, curling my fingers tighter arou

"Yep. She was the wife of Mexico City's mad man. Rafael Navarro." I freeze, like literally. My heart stops beating for a nanosecond before it starts thumping madly in my chest. I know there's no cause for alarm because Arian doesn't look like someone who'd be capable of hurting anyone considering what she'd gone through at the hands of her ex husband but the look on Gabi's face tells me otherwise. "Okay... so maybe she was married to him for a decade but that doesn't mean anything." I say. "Psychopaths don't have it written on their foreheads that they are psychopaths." Gabi says. "She would have seen things that would have messed with her head. Don't you know that experiencing traumatic eve