Novel & Cerita Married To My Bully

I thought about Mom. She called every Sunday and asked how school was and I always said fine and she always said she was proud of me for pushing through. She didn't know about the bullying. Not the full extent of it. I kept it from her because she worried and because there was nothing she could do and because the last thing she needed after losing Dad was to also lose sleep over me. What would she say about Isaac? I already knew. She would panic. She would say the McCall family was too powerful and too dangerous for people like us.

he said "Well watch me quit Jayden, we've only been married for a day but I've had enough of you infact am not your wife anymore, this is torture and I sure am not going to live the rest of my life with a murderous psychopath like you who derives joy in hurting people!!!" I yelled

In fact… everything has been true and I have been plastered with bruises and bitemarks. I shoot out of bed in a frenzy, rushing to the mirror like a crazed chicken, staring at myself. My arms, my shoulder, my chest, my thighs, my hips… everything has been bitten at least once. And the mate mark on my shoulder has been refreshed so many times that my shoulder felt raw and painful enough to make it hurt everytime I moved my arm. It seems that I have married a big bully. A big bully that had no intention of being soft with me. There was a huge difference in strength between us and he seemed to take a strange joy in using his difference to torment me.

"She wanted out of the marriage. She was trapped with a man she didn't care about anymore. A man who had become a paranoid, violent tyrant to everyone in that house." "He was a monster," Axel said, his voice dropping into a dark, painful whisper. "He didn't just hurt her. He broke my ribs when I was twelve because I dropped a training weapon. He treated me like a dog he was trying to train for war." "I know," Maria said softly, tears filling her eyes. "I saw the bruises on you, Axel. I had to treat them in secret. Your mother saw them too. He was a brutal dictator to both of you. She told me things—awful things that I can never forget. She decided she would rather be a wealthy widow than wat

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.

With a quick move, he threw her on the cushion chair. “Let this be the last time you defy me! If this repeats, you'll never step foot in that office again!” “I'm tired! I'm tired of this marriage….” Melinda’s voice trailed off as a loud slap landed on her, cutting her off. “What did you say?!” Ryan roared, slapping her again and again. The sounds of his slaps echoed in the parlor, making Melinda’s ear ring. Her face turned red, stinging from the impact.

I was seated quietly ,trembling, not knowing what to do. Was the bully secretly in love with me too? What could be the problem? What could have transpired. He looked confused today, her couldn’t decide whether to be sweet, rude or arrogant the way he was every day. It was unlike Vince to be anything other than rude, violent and abusive. He was a mixture of all three. All three blended at once to produce a very rude bully who didn’t want to see me win or succeed in life. The whole class couldn’t picture what was going on yet? They couldn’t find something to laugh about too.

No matter how bad they were before, I have never wished something as bad as death to happen to them. My questions God are… Why me? There are a lot of people out there who are inherently bad, but they are enjoying their lives. They have boyfriends who are loyal to them… They never suffered betrayal and cheating in their lives. But for me, I have suffered twice and the third one is the most difficult because my name is dragged to scandals. It’s as if I insisted myself to be married to Brent. I wasn’t interested in him at first, he was the one who made the first move.

Kar; chuckled before tightening his arms around me. The amount of love I feel in this house is beyond measurable. I can't even put it to words. The Billionaire bully I was once forced to marry is now my home and the love of my life. With the two beautiful baby girls sleeping in the next room and the man I love sleeping next to me, I knew with out a shadow of doubt that I was the happiest woman on the face of the planet. "Karl?" "Yeah, wife?" "Can you say it one more time?"