Married To A Psychopath Novels & Stories

Almost as if I was struck by Lightning, a flash of that night - seven years ago - came to my head and then another more recent flash of my first time with this man in his house, with our bodies joined together and me screaming for him to stop joined the other memory and I felt a wave of dizziness. I did not need the staggering movement from him to know my worst dream just came through! The man from my past and Christos Fernandez are one and the same and worst of all horrors, I am married to him! Married to the man who fathered my beloved kids through rape. How funny can fate be?

I insisted with a smile. "I'd leave him that way. I'd have more hours in a day to try and run your life." She answered. It was official: she was a psychopath. I'm pretty sure there had to be some mental institutions that had issued warnings saying she was a danger to society. "Well, since you insist on continuing to be an idiot, and you know for a fact that I'm insistent and would never stop until you are married, and I can't risk the chance of you getting married to a mad woman, I think that the two of us need to come to a compromise." Mom suggested. "I'll agree that you can marry whomever you are seeing now. I can see she affects you. I give you my approval." She added.

The only one I have ever had since I was fifteen. "What of your wife?" He asks. "Did you know Willow before this?" I ask as I stare at him. "Why did you think I shit down when you told me you got married to Willow? But I am over her," He says as he finds his way around my desk. "She went out with your stepsister," I say and his eyes widened. "That psychopath? You know she is a psychopath. I mean you lived with her once?" He says as he moves his chair closer to me.

I asked. "Yes. They were married for three years, but the woman never gave birth to any child for him. There are rumors that he’s impotent that’s why he couldn’t impregnate his wife. His wife was killed in a car accident. But after she died, he changed entirely. He hates seeing women in sight. Let’s just say he became a total psycho. Don’t ever tell anyone I told you this," Amara said. This time, we arrived in front of the door leading to the conference room.

I will marry him. In the path we're in right now, we will end up married in six months. Six. Months. I don't even want to look at why. Or how. But I saw myself at a wedding in some beach and I was smiling at him. I'll try to get away from this path as much as I can because, what in the fuck? Seriously, this is the absolute worst thing that's ever happened to me. Eros will be my borderline abusive partner and there is no way of getting away from him because my wolf loves him, even if he's psychotic. Seriously psychotic.

His forceful lips weren’t lovable but it was clearly telling me I will always be his possession instead of a partner that he just now fake-promised. I’m now married to my rapist, To a Mafia leader. And most of all I’m now Mrs Armando Fucking De Luca.

I was his wife for God's sake. *** I had been tossing and turning in my bed not being able to sleep for hours. He had no right to treat me like this. 'He is your husband,' said my inner voice. Husband, my foot! He never acted like one. Thus, he got no right. Why did he even marry me? I rubbed my temples in frustration as something else registered in my mind. Could it be that he was forced into it as well? Did Mr. King force Hunter to get married to me? But why would he? I was no princess with a fortune, and Hunter certainly wasn't one to be forced but force. The suspicious feeling I tried to shove in the back of my head was coming back.

“And what exactly are we supposed to be? Tourists?” He didn’t even glance my way. “Newlyweds.” I choked. “You’re joking.” “People notice less if they think we’re married.” He didn't even blink before saying. “Right. Because pretending to be your wife sounds perfectly sane.” His mouth twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “You want to stay alive or win an argument?” “Can’t I do both? Multitasking’s kind of my thing.” My sercastic reply made him laugh, a low sound that surprised us both, this is the first time I heard cole act like normal human or maybe he's going insane with me?

I handed my husband, Sebastian Lockwood, his pajamas and said, "Maybe you should go for a checkup tomorrow. I've been taking the medicine, but it doesn't seem to be working. The doctor warned me that if I keep taking it, my health's only going to get worse." Sebastian frowned at that. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words followed. He always seemed especially irritable when it came to this topic. Sitting beside him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and spoke gently, "Seb, we've been trying to have a baby for so long. You know how much I've always wanted one, but I—"

This man spoke as if marriage was a splendid thing. "Ms. Rosie White, permit me to be your husband, that way I can be responsible for you too. I'm not wealthy, but I promise to take care of your needs and make life more comfortable for you." His righteous words sounded like an oath of loyalty, fidelity, and eternity to her ears, causing her to shiver and take a step back, as realization dawned on her. 'This man, is he a psychopath???' Rosie wondered, truly baffled.