Novel & Cerita Married To My Bully

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

Did I tell you guys I have a ; "CRUSH ON THIS MAN!!" He always treats me like a baby, gives me all the princess treatment I could ask for. "So what's new?" Gray asked. "Am getting married, to my bully " I said quietly throwing my arms up in the air like I was happy. He let's out a chuckle before shaking his head. "Always sarcastic as always, do you not want to be married to him?" He asked and said. I want to be married to you! I said in my head before shaking it .

He unbuttoned his shirt with infuriating nonchalance. “Look at me.” He raised his head, but his eyes were hard. There was no sign of guilt. Did he think his actions were okay? “I can’t believe you used Elia as a trap to see if I’d cheat on you. We’re married.” “Marriage never stopped anyone.” “Is that so?” I asked curiously, trying to figure out if he was referring to himself. “I’d never cheat.” “Oh, so I’m supposed to take your word on it, but you can use my bodyguard to test me? Don’t you realize how wrong that is?”

She lost more weight within two days and looked more like a slave. "Don't you know the definition of marriage?.." Lorenzo said, walking closer to her and she took a step backwards in fear. "You're stuck with me for the rest of your damn life!" He yelled to her face and with that, she slowly raise her palm to her face wiping off the saliva. "Our wedding is taking place tomorrow. Your skin requires care" he said, staring at her from head to toe. "I'm not your wife and I'm not interested in the wedding!" She retorted and he only had to yell back in response.

"Be honest, Emily. Even after everything, you still love him!" When he said that, I tried not to take it to heart, but it was impossible. I married Tyler and became interested in him from the first moment I saw him, and now here I am, covered in bruises, while he takes a bullet to the arm. I never imagined my married life would be like this. The pains in my body had subsided with the various medications Emma gave me, but there was one pain that didn't go away and was only increasing; it was like a cramp, only stronger.

I informed her that she needed not to worry as Pastor Anthony was among the survivors and was back on treatment at Port Victoria. As I go to bed tonight, dear sister, I feel like a ball thrown in the middle of a burning flame. Tiger’s violent actions and perceived threats are pulling me to pieces. And my husband seems least bothered, or not wanting to respond at all. Perchance you were right, that I needed not to trouble myself with issues that did not concern me. But this one has thrown my marriage into flames. How could I? ***

"W-Why did you slap me?" Belinda sneered. "You're a terrible bully! You're incompetent, so you kept forcing your wife to go out and work tough jobs! I am truly extremely unlucky to have married a man like you! It's all good now. I am rich now. I can finally hold my head up high! I finally have assets that belong to me now!" Seeing Belinda so smug, Vincent sneered. "You're a real psycho."

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

I’ve been bullied for not being able to shift, been treated like shit by my community, my parents sold me off because they didn’t know what else to do with me, I’m married to one of my bullies, and his exes have hexed me, and now I’m looking left and right, vigilant, wondering what demonic thing they’ve cooked up from this hex. Now this bozo here is suggesting I should learn how to fight instead of just stopping this whole thing entirely. For a princess, my life truly sucks. “You’re serious, you’re actually serious.” “What? Of course I’m serious.” “You want to teach me how to fight. Fight what? Monsters? I didn’t do anything. Why do I have to fight monsters when I didn’t do anything? I shoul

He's been acting all weird since from the woods. "Hey, man. What's up?" I said. He shot me a deadly stare as he pushed me out of the way with his shoulder. I stared back. What's fucking wrong with this guy? I snapped. "What the hell! What's wrong with you?" "I've always known you to be notorious. I thought you've changed but now I know there's no redemption for you," he said. "You'll never stop being a bully. Shame on you for taking advantage of a vulnerable girl," he hissed and stormed out of the house.