Married To A Psychopath Novels & Stories

Sophie screamed and lunged for it, but Dad stepped aside effortlessly. She turned to me instead. Her face was suddenly filled with wounded righteousness. "Preston, are you really going to send us to jail? We were just confused! Families don't hold grudges overnight!" I wiped the blood from my mouth. "Bad enough for you to beat your own husband and force him to kneel for an outsider?" I questioned. "Tell me, Sophie. Julius is your real husband, isn't he?" Her face went pale. "What are you talking about?"

Without another glance, he scooped Isla into his arms, holding her like she was made of glass. He snapped at the guards by the door, "Get a doctor! Now!" The assistant came, then the doctor, and even the club manager. However, none of them looked at me. I stood there silently. It was as if I didn't exist in Stefano's world. "Go home, Sylvie. I don't want to see you right now," Stefano said, not even looking at me. I bolted out before anyone could see me fall apart. On the cab ride home, my eyes blurred with tears. We'd been married for seven years, but he wouldn't listen to a word I said. He didn't want the truth. He only believed what he saw.

His expression was hard to read but she thought she saw something like relief in his eyes when she said she could not remember him. “We will be leaving soon and I am sorry I was drugged” Madden apologized Onora felt confused by his words because she would have expected a husband to be sad that his wife could not remember their marriage. Instead he seemed almost glad that she had lost her memories and that made her wonder what kind of relationship they had before her injury. "Will you tell me about our marriage" she asked. "Even if I can not remember it I would like to know what my life was like before this happened."

I felt trapped, ensnared in a web of circumstances beyond my control. Nicholas's presence beside me felt suffocating, a reminder of a painful past I had buried deep within. Fear and uncertainty gripped me as I contemplated the future with him as my husband. Could he change? Was there any hope for us? "If Nicholas is my husband, then this isn't marriage; it's bondage," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything felt like a nightmare, and I was afraid of what lay ahead with Nicholas as my husband. The wedding ceremony continued around us, but my mind was elsewhere—lost in a tumult of emotions, grappling with the reality of marrying a man who had once been my tormentor.

No entering his office, no bringing in guests, and no access to the east wing. Rule #7 stood out in bold: Do not enter the locked room at the end of the hall. And Rule #8: If you do, you will not like what you find. "I didn’t fall in love with my husband. I fell into his trap... at first."– Married to My Stalker

That laughter echoed inside my chest like thunder. “Wow,” Elvis said, shaking his head. “You need to stop living in that fantasy. Whatever you think we had was nothing. It meant nothing.” I stared at him, then at Fiona. She still wouldn’t look at me. She acted like I was the outsider, the one intruding. That was the moment it hit me. I had been married to myself all this time. Elvis was never in it with me. I turned around and walked away, my legs feeling weak. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t break anything.

Alisa’s lips pressed into a thin line but she didn’t reply right away, just letting him continue. “Victor has always been… reckless,” Dominico said, the faintest sigh escaping. “Even as a boy, he had a way of wanting everything and respecting nothing but I never imagined he’d have the gall to betray his own wife and… get another woman pregnant while still married to you.” Something in her chest tightened but Alisa kept her face composed. “I see.”

his question made Jamie look his way in surprise “Do you now think I am not even worth living? Why would I be okay with my husband doing all this to a girl? Why would I be okay that both my husband and my ex chose her over me? Don’t you see what I am going through? He ruined our relationship for this girl.” Jamie had no clue what she was talking about as it had nothing to do with her or cheating, it was a crime.

“Not a chance. We’re married now James, know when to count your loss and move on.” “I’ll take Amara here and we’ll walk away, we will forget whatever this is that happened. You don’t have to worry about me suing you, we’ll leave quietly.” The psychopath laughed in my face. “You think I went through all this trouble for you to walk in here and steal my bride away?” “Your bride. Did you consent to this, Amara?” She shook her head from where she was. “It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re married now, just leave.”

And after the accident that left him paralyzed, he had only grown colder, his depression forging an even more merciless version of himself. “Don’t ever step into my room! You’re just a contract wife! Sleep in the guest room!” Harry Anderson’s voice was cold and sharp, his eyes filled with disdain as he glared at Arabella—the young woman he had just married. Arabella stood frozen, her heart sinking at his cruel words. She had hoped, even if just a little, that Harry would treat her as his real wife despite their forced marriage. But reality shattered that hope in an instant. She blinked several times, struggling to comprehend his hostility. Her lips parted to respond, but before she could utt