Married To A Psychopath Novels & Stories

"You are marrying him and you don't know what he is suffering from, he suffers from depression and bipolar, today he was very anxious, and because of that he got physical and mental exhaustion, he starts acting out, I had to give him a tranquilizer while it wears off." "Are you drugging Harry? I don't believe you that he has been depressed today, what's wrong with you, what right do you have to do this?" "Honey, I'm his family psychiatrist, you don't come here to me with your pretensions, forget Harry for good, that's all I can tell you, I'm the only person who can handle his illness." "Are you crazy, I'm not going to forget about him, besides I'm going to marry him and I'm going to take car

He told. Anissa felt as if her she was crazy or the man standing in front of her had lost all sense of sanity and rationale. “You really are crazy. I thought I was just assuming it but I guess I was right. You’re absolutely crazy. You’re a psychopath.” She uttered. He stared deep into her eyes, not giving away anything that could possibly help her understand what was going on in his head. And now I’m married to him. I have to spend my life with him? Her mind was boggled and in complete state of stupor.

"Right now I want you as my wife and there's nothing you can do that's going to stop that. I want you and you're going to be mine." What the hell was wrong with this man? It certainly couldn't be that he loved me and that was why he wanted to marry me, because only psychopaths hurt the people they loved—so why did he so desperately want me as his wife? "What's it for you?" I questioned him, trying to steady my breathing. The thought that he had been ready to shoot me back then and that he could shoot me even now had my insides shaking with fear. "Why do you want to marry me?"

His voice carried a deliberate, barely restrained emotion — thick with grief. "Your Honor, I admit that I made mistakes in this marriage. That I hurt Serena." "But I — I suffer from a serious mental illness. Dissociative identity disorder." "This is something my wife — Serena — has always known about." "For these five years, she sacrificed so much for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven't felt grateful — and guilty." He paused, sniffling, his eyes going red right on cue. "The alter — Axel — he's violent, extreme, completely out of my control."

As soon as those words left my mouth I felt his eyes snapping in my direction although I couldn't see him. "Sometimes we don't realize the person in which we are turning to be. Kunal changed into dark and unfortunately I couldn't let him out of that but I had an option to pull you out from the same darkness. I never wanted you to turn out like Kunal with continued drugs and darkness. I wanted to paint your life with colors even if it means saying yes to lifeless marriage because deep inside I had known that our marriage will be lifeless but if in the end I will be able to evoke a new life into you then that's all matters. I married you because I wanted to heal you." I said in a little hoarse

“You really need to let it go, Case. It’s done. We need to move on.” He stopped filling out his paperwork and stared at the table before he turned to meet my gaze. He dropped the pencil, sat back, and gave me a glare so terrifying, it reminded me of my father—haunting me from the grave. “It’s done? We need to move on? You’re married to a psychopath—” “He’s not that bad.” “You’re defending him now?” “Not at all. But he’s not a psychopath. He treats me well.” “He forced you to marry him. How does that not make him a psychopath? He was obsessed with you and wanted to collect you like a trophy or a piece of jewelry.”

"The woman has a very severe paranoid disorder. And her poor husband was under constant suspicion throughout their married life. Three years." As they walked into the dining room, they kept talking about Harper's odd client. Alex occasionally brushed his lips against Harper's soft cheek. He loved the rose scent that wafted off Harper's body. "Her husband must be very patient. A saint.” "I guess so too. They got married because they were arranged together. And fortunately, her husband immediately fell in love with her. But he is also human. Yesterday they fought, she said. Her husband admitted that he was fed up with his wife's paranoia, so she sadly asked me to heal her paranoid disorder."

"I didn't choke her. She was my first wife actually. Our marriage ended because of a lie told by her best friend and she was the victim, I never knew. I got married to her best friend six years ago and I'm only just finding out that it was all a lie, a trap." "Hmm, well, I can tell you this much. Love is a disease, and once you're infected with it, it's a very rare case that the person will recover. Most of the time, the patient ends up dead. I have no idea who's the real enemy. Sometimes, I don't even know who the hell I am." His words were confusing and I shook my head. What the hell is he even saying? It was probably a mistake trying to have a proper conversation with him, seeing his ment

I'd gotten married to her in what was running into a year and already there had been many back and forths. Despite having everything looking like it was destined for ruins it was funny how time still held on still. Soon as I got in, Marcus texted me to ask if I was still going on with the plan, I thought about it for a moment wondering if iw would payoff knowing that sooner or later all this would be called off. Me:I’d rather call the whole thing off. Marcus:“Why?” Me: What is the use, that woman is a psychopath, you won't believe what she just told me.

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.