Married To A Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had thought she loved me for who I was, but in the end, my condition was a dealbreaker. What hurt the most was how I'd abandoned my wife trying to chase a relationship with her. Even though Ruby and I were in a contract marriage, she treated me with utmost respect and care. But I...I on the other hand just wanted Natalie. I'd ruined my marriage trying to get another chance with Natalie. A woman who didn't really care about me. A woman who didn't bother to seek out solutions to be with me. I thought Natalie was my future, that she would give me the family I desperately wanted. My phone rang again and I glanced at the screen. Seeing my brother Matt’s name, another wave of irritation surged t

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

Damien was desperate for a wife, a mate who would bear his pup. For hundreds of years, he had searched for his soul mate, but the longer he searched, the more painful it became, knowing the Moon Goddess had never destined a mate for him. His pack had been hidden safely for years, undetected by others. A witch from another realm had helped mask their scent, allowing them to live peacefully among humans without causing chaos. Though Damien was a little behind schedule today, it didn’t diminish his potential to be a good husband. He hadn’t met the woman yet, but he hoped she would be at least somewhat presentable for his pack. His Beta shook her head in disagreement as they made their way to th

She entered the room with a middle-aged man trailing behind—a doctor, by the look of it. “Like I got hit by a freight train. Honestly? I’d take being mauled by a bear over another round with your brother. At least a bear has the decency to kill quick. Your brother? He savors it.” I managed a weak grin. She laughed softly. “My brother’s still single, in case you’re wondering.” No wonder. Who would willingly marry a psychopath in a white shirt soaked in someone else’s blood? The doctor, unfortunately, was no less merciless. His check-up felt like another round of torture. After a rough exam, he scribbled down something and declared:

"Haha! You think I don't know that? You are my obsession, and I will never stop loving you. Don't worry; do you think a priest will come here by himself? Ha, naive! I kidnapped the damn priest and forced him here." "What!" I was flabbergasted, unable to come up with a word. Oh my God, this man was crazy. For the very first time, I became really scared. I had realised that the man before me isn't in his right sense. He is a psychopath, no, he is even worse than that. What kind of human being would dare to kidnap a married woman and force her to marry him? "The police will hunt you down," I shouted, wanting to see his expression and know if he would be scared.

If marrying a ruthless man meant keeping her alive… Then I would do it. I would endure the cold, the distance, and the loveless contract. I set the phone down and exhaled slowly. Then, against my will, Ethan's face surfaced in my mind, his steady gaze, his controlled presence, the sharp edge of confidence he wore like armor. I clenched my fists. I hated that I had noticed. Hated even more that I found him… a little attractive. That was dangerous. And I had a feeling this marriage was going to cost me far more than I was prepared to lose.

I slowly raised my face to meet his gaze. "I love you." He said and gave a cute smile. Before I could respond with whatever I had wanted to say, Aidan called out to his personal bodyguard. "Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her run around." The big, burly man nodded, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. It's clearer now - I'm a prisoner, trapped in a gilded cage with no escape. This is really all there was to my marriage. Inasmuch as I hated having to feel this way, My husband is a psychopath!

he said with a wintry smile and then gathered his things, and went out of the room like he hadn’t just threatened me not even two minutes ago. My legs gave away from beneath me and I fell to the floor on my knees. My heart hammered against my ribcage and I felt like the room was spinning. How had I not realised earlier that I’d married a psychopath? But until now, I had never felt this afraid and powerless at the same time. How was I going to get out of this prison of a marriage?

The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

“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.”