Married To A Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered as he leaned closer to join our foreheads together. "I know, and I don't have any problem with it. You can hate me as much as you want. It won't change the truth that you are my wife from now," he replied, which made me sigh with heaviness. He is a psychopath. "Forced wife. If you have forgotten, then let me remind you that you forced me to marry you after killing my father." I groan angerily, seeing him all silent. "I haven't forgotten anything, Bella." He replied while leaning closer to my neck base.

“Then the old me comes back… The one who doesn’t feel things the way normal people do. The one who… can’t stop.” Damien took a sharp step back, disgust and fear flashing in his eyes. “You’re a psychopath.” “I’m your wife,” she shot back, tears suddenly glistening in her eyes. “You lied to me.” “I protected you!” The tears spilled over now, but her voice stayed fierce. “I knew if you found out the truth, you would never have married me. You wouldn’t have given me a chance. I did what I had to do to be with you.”

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

“You must be giving them a hard time. You must have threatened everyone. Forgive me, babe. I doubted you when all you thought was my safety.” He must be crying, and I can feel his body shaking. I wipe my tears from my face. Sebastian remains silent, and it worries me. What if he doesn’t want me anymore. I put him in a lot of trouble in less than a month of our marriage. “You’re right. He manipulated me, controlled me, and scared everyone would attempt to come close to me. I can’t believe I missed every clue. I can’t believe I’m living with a psychopath all these years.”

“I couldn’t bring myself to. The thought alone…truly disgusting.” Alicia’s breath hitched. “We are married…for Christ sake!” she snapped, her voice finally cracking through. No matter what, she had signed that marriage certificate six years ago. Stanley laughed as though he was staring at a fool, Alicia could feel him gloating. “Married?” he repeated. “That certificate was fake.” “And the real one?” He glanced back at Evelyn. “That belongs to us.” Alicia’s heart shattered. She had only thought it was just cheating on her but nothing had prepared her for this.

“I didn’t remember it, but I remembered how it felt. For the first time in months. So when I told my family I wanted to marry you.” “You what?” “I said I was taking a second wife. I didn’t even ask you. I just said it. Like I had the right.” Sophia stared. “You told them you were marrying me. Before you told me you were married. Before you even saw me again.” “Yes.” She laughed. “That’s insane.” “I know.” She set the glass down hard. Water splashed across the counter. “Did you even want me? Or was I just the thing to make Elena hurt?”

He had a fling with that dark-skinned woman and I did nothing about it. What the hell is wrong with him？ I only kissed his twin brother. What if Don finds out Dyrus raped me before we got married？ Don slapped Dyrus's face which made a tan-skinned man interfere. "That's enough！ What is this drama about？ "The man yelled as he walked towards us. "I can't believe you raised your hand at me because of that filthy thing you call your wife. If you love her, you would not spend your nuptial night with a harlot." Dyrus rasped as he placed his hand on his cheek.

“I can’t breathe at the moment because you keep looking like you might leave again. Sit down.” He sat like it was an order he had been waiting to obey, and when his shoulder brushed hers the contact was a private map. For a fraction of time — a stolen second in the middle of legal and technical chaos — there was the small, ridiculous intimacy of two people who had been thrown into a marriage by contract and then held together by something that wasn’t paperwork.

For Christ's sake, there was too much blood on it, but I stayed put. He pulled out of the embrace. Thankfully. "You know," He began. Tell me something I don't know. He continued. "This is why I married you." He held my chin with his thumb and index finger. "Because you're the perfect woman for a man like me. You have all sides. Sweet and Psycho." I guess I was sweet but psycho, but I know too well within me that I was nothing but psychopathic. Thanks to Adriano's fucking dad. That's right, thanks to his fucking dad. I talk to myself now.

I didn’t know why i suddenly agreed to date him and agree to marry him but maybe it was my own defense mechanism in order to get away from the past that was haunting me. “You didn’t tell me your crazy Ex was in America” this time he placed his hand under my chin and slowly lifted my head, “he even threatened me with a gun” “He is just like that Henry, don’t mind him” “I shouldn’t?” His facial expression changed, “that fucking psychopath pointed a gun at me and you said I shouldn’t mind him?” I gulped, Henry was another psychopath I had come across. Maybe the universe was trying to mess with me because how the hell do I have to meet three men who had the same qualities? Just that zayn was the