Married To A Psychopath Novels & Stories

A leader expanding his empire into Nevada and the world in large, diversifying investments, playing by the rules of business. No one could have guessed that beneath the perfect suit was the son of a mafia don, his empire built on blood as much as capital. And all the while, his hand never left hers. When he shifted the microphone, when he turned to acknowledge applause, even when he leaned to answer a particularly sharp question, his fingers remained curled around hers. The moment that unsettled her most came near the end. “Mr. Moretti,” one journalist called out, “congratulations on your recent marriage. What advice would you give to younger couples starting out?”

His words caught the attention of the other models and even the director of the company who was preparing to walk as well. "Isn't she a Z-list actress? What is she doing with a car and a driver? Where did she get the money?" "Lower your voice. I heard she's married to a powerful man. A psychopath. He probably assigned her a car and a driver." "A psychopath? That sent chills down my spine. Why marry such a man?" "Isn't it obvious? He's very wealthy and influential. She married him for his money and the power that comes with being his wife."

"According to you, I've been married for the last two years. I don't know what kind of person I'm supposed to be, but I would not cheat!" "It wouldn't be cheating if you believe you weren't married," he said, and Chrissie got madder. "You think I'm so messed up that I would psychologically forget my husband – my marriage – because I wanted to be with another man?!" "I don't know what to think, Chrissie. Sometimes you look at me with fear in your eyes. And then you look at that doctor with..."

"We'll be fine." Thank you, Lord, I needed to blow off some steam. I used to like Emily? Yes. Do I like Emily? Yes. Will I suffer for it? No! "I won't refuse this offer, you're boring," I say, and she laughs. I continue seriously. "Are you serious?" she asks, a bit shocked. "You know, it's not your fault. You married a psychopath, your husband cheated on you," I pause for a moment, "twice. Your husband locked you up, your daughter was shot, and she'll probably hate you when the sedative wears off."

This whole situation with my marriage is overwhelming and I have proven to be unable to control it. I still can’t process what happened on our wedding night or, better said, what almost happened, I feel disgusted with myself for the way I acted. What was I thinking? I know the whole point of Victoria being my wife is for us to have children together to straighten our dominion over Javier Solis and his mafia, and at some point, I’m going to have to sleep with her, but I’m not a freaking rapist! Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Although it also annoys me how much the memory of that night affects me, I hate that I feel a pang of guilt every time I remember how frightened Victoria loo

"Her name's Maridona, the eldest daughter of Dr. Victor Nobles, a well-known biochemist, and bioengineer. Her mother died giving birth to her psychopath sister." She almost nodded at what he said. She one hundred percent agrees that Shane is a psychopath. Jacoben smirked as he continued. "Imagine having a demon as a father and a lunatic sister. It's a miracle she grew up a different person from that crazy family." He shook weakly. "Anyway, I didn't know their secret when Mari and I got married. Being with her was a dream come true for me. I might not look like a romantic person, but she was the only woman I've ever loved. Life had never been so perfect until I heard a disturbing rumor. My de

Did a man like that exist in real life? I tried to move and my sore clit rubbed against my thigh. It felt like I'd been fucked in real life. Tingles of pleasure raced through my veins, and I licked my dry lips. The best and worst part of this dream was, this was not the first or second time it was happening. My eyes trailed to the empty side of the queen-size bed. An ugly feeling trickled into my chest, briefly replacing the feeling of euphoria. It's been a week since I got married to the psychopathic, serial-killer, Mafia asshole. And this husband of mine had disappeared immediately after the wedding. Without a trace, or a word to me. After we recited vows that meant nothing to each other.

Taking in heavy, deep breaths, she placed a hand over her chest and stared at her reflection. "God, that was close." She murmured. “Just what've I gotten myself into? Why is he so bent on consummating our matrimonial bed tonight, can't he exercise a little patience for a week or two? For goodness sake, they're both strangers whom circumstances brought together today, and this very same day he's already forcing himself on her. He doesn't even care if she might have an infection or any infectious disease. Who does that? Only a psychopath does that, so he must be a psychopath.

She is a psychopath " "Exactly. The audacity to come to you with such lies. She never dated Jayden. In fact she was Jayden's secretary and she is obsessed with him and wants him to herself but Jayden never saw her as a woman. He fell for me . He wooed me and we got married. Cynthia tried killing me on my wedding day" "What the hell! Man, that bitch is crazy. She needs to be locked away somewhere. Yes! He snapped his fingers. "A psychiatric hospital. That's where she deserves"