Married To A Psychopath Novels & Stories

But an uneasiness always lingers in his heart because he thought that if Sophie ever came to know about the reason for their marriage, she would leave him but when she said that will never leave him, he felt like he got everything in this world. The lamentable has become their salvation. Their toxic marriage is not toxic anymore. It is now an eternal source of gratification.

“There are a million men in the world. Go find one that you actually like and stick with him. Why are you so obsessed with a man who is in love with another woman?” “In love? Please. He’s not in love with you because he’s not capable of having any feelings. His father told me that immediately after we got married. He is a clinically diagnosed psychopath. He’s not capable of having any emotions or comprehending them at all. His mother was the one who taught him how to react and act accordingly. If it wasn’t for her, he would be rotting in prison right now.” I didn’t want to argue with her, so I started to leave, but she stopped me. She blocked my path and shook her head no. I was prepared to

“A game? You must be kidding me. I don’t even know who you are. What game are we talking about?” He took a step closer, and I could feel the tension in the air, sharp and dangerous. “The kind of game where men like you learn their place. The kind of game where you stay away from my wife.” I froze. “Your wife?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, incredulous. “I think you have the wrong guy. I don’t do anything with ugly, old women. I don’t know what kind of joke you’re playing.” What the hell is wrong with this psychopath? I don't know who his wife is. Why would I even go after someone's wife? I'm very sure the only married woman I know in my life is my mother.

“This is a joke. He’s my husband, and I—” “You don’t love him. Or do you want me to tell Kenneth McCarty that I know where you are?” Maria cut in. Naomi stood up. “Mason is my husband. Even if I had a rough past, I’m not leaving my husband.” She turned and walked out. Maria scoffed and looked at her assistant. “A rough past, she says. Yet she’s still in contact with her team to steal from my son. Send all you found to Mason. Let’s see if she can still say ‘my husband,’” Maria sneered.

I raise my hands in surrender, gulping. "I won't ask again" his grip tightens. My brows crease, my eyes screwed shut, how the hell am I supposed to speak when you're choking me?? "K-Kendrick?" I manage to call out but silence greets me. What have I gotten myself into? Marriage with a mentally unstable man? He'll kill me before five years is up. "I'm Elodie….your wife" The last of my sentence hangs in the air like a challenge. As if in shock, I feel his arm loosen and I inhale sharply while coughing, hot tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

“Wait… he hired you to be his wife?” Amber nodded, her cheeks burning with shame. “Yeah. I was supposed to be the convenient option—someone who wouldn’t complicate his life. It was just a business deal.” Sophia leaned back, her arms crossed, processing. “Okay, so you married him for money. And now?” Amber’s voice softened, almost breaking. “Now it’s complicated. Ryan isn’t who I thought he was. He’s kind, thoughtful… he makes me feel like I’m someone worth caring about. And that terrifies me.”

“Since I saw him in a bar in my hometown. I married him. He was… supposed to be a husband, but he was never one.” The other detective scribbled quickly, then asked, “What do you mean by that?” “He wanted control,” Elle said, her voice steadying even though I could feel her hand trembling in mine. “Not love. Never love. He was cruel, manipulative. But I couldn't leave because at that time he was all I had.” I rubbed slow circles into her palm as she spoke, grounding her, reminding her she wasn’t trapped anymore. “And Melody?” the first detective pressed.

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

No matter how bad they were before, I have never wished something as bad as death to happen to them. My questions God are… Why me? There are a lot of people out there who are inherently bad, but they are enjoying their lives. They have boyfriends who are loyal to them… They never suffered betrayal and cheating in their lives. But for me, I have suffered twice and the third one is the most difficult because my name is dragged to scandals. It’s as if I insisted myself to be married to Brent. I wasn’t interested in him at first, he was the one who made the first move.

, My voice too faint due to my palpitating heart. "Well, it doesn't matter whatever it is going on between you two, right?", The psychopath questioned like she was expecting an answer. "Your stepbrother and I are getting married already. I'm getting everything I want and my plan is falling in place. You on the other hand...", She looked at me with pitiable eyes. "You just got yourself into some trouble that you'll never recover from." "Sh.... Shantel... What are you talking about?", I questioned faintly.