Novel & Cerita Married To My Bully

'' he smiled. I fell at his feet, holding his hands more tightly, never letting go. This was too much for me to believe. It was happening but still, I found it hard to believe. ''Father, i really don't know what to say.'' ''It's okay son, you don't have to say anything. Martha knows about this too but i want you to keep it to yourself, not another soul must hear about this.'' he said. ''Yes father.'' I smiled. ''So, I hear you got married to Aliyah today. I'm proud of you for that, i want you to treat her right.'' he said.

He was the one behind it! At that moment as the reality set in about the extent Rowan was willing to go for me, it hit me that I didn’t know the man I was married to. I didn’t know the man who had bullied me throughout my childhood phase. Who really was Rowan?

“If you do this, there is no way out.” “We stay together no matter what.” I smiled and he nodded, now he needs me more than ever, it felt like his bully was coming back, and no matter how strong you are, that feeling is scary, That’s how he felt, and mostly because he has not felt this scared for a very long time. “We get married, I become your wife and not just your girlfriend, when all of this is over, I expect a huge wedding for myself.” I smiled. “I will get you everything your heart seeks.” He spoke and I smiled.

In a husky voice, he said, “You’re the one who’s always bullied me. When have I ever bullied you?” Lena stared at him in disbelief. “How can someone be this shameless?” He leaned close and whispered, “I want to ask the same. How can a woman like you be so unforgettable?” She turned her head away. “I told you—I’m married. You really want to seduce a married woman?” He laughed lowly. “Being married doesn’t mean you can’t get divorced.” She closed her eyes. “Why didn’t I realize before that you were such a jerk?”

Everything seemed to have worked out fine when I met her at one such meeting a few years back. Unfortunately, within a few weeks of getting married, her husband turned out to be an abuser. Caty had to kill him one day to protect herself. She went through hell and came back over the years. And now, when things are falling back into place again, her fiancé might succumb to illness.

he interjected “End what?” I asked with raised brows “This marriage or whatever it is, for your safety,” he said and I just stared at him like he was crazy “I'm fine,” I said through my teeth “No you are not, just look at you all this because you are married to a fucking crippled,” he said raising his voice, it was clear that he was worked up about the whole thing but he was overreacting “No I can't let any harm come to you,” he said “No” I simply said

“You’re keeping Alex on his toes, leading him on and going cold when you think he’s fallen right into your trap. Must be really nice playing with someone’s feelings.” I stopped dead in my tracks. Turning towards Freya sharply, I bared my teeth in a low growl. “You think I wanted any of this?” I sneered. “Whatever you think he’s going through, I’m facing it too! I don’t want to be tied down to this stupid bond, Freya! I’m not like you! I don’t want to be someone’s trophy wife, who sits at home and plays hostess with the mostest! Geez! Just…get a life woman!”

His tone sounded emotionless and professional like he was discussing rules with an employee instead of his wife. My fingers tightened around the fork. More rules, more distance. “I understand,” I whispered. Ethan finally looked at me and his expression darkened, “Do you?” the question confused me and before I could answer, he continued. “People already think you manipulated this marriage, don’t give them more reasons.” his voice went cold. The accusation hurt again. I slowly lowered my fork, “I never manipulated you.” A bitter laugh escaped him, “You expect me to believe that?”

He looks at me like I’ve handed him something embarrassing. “I don’t understand,” I say. “This is what I trained for. This is who I am.” “You’re my wife now.” He doesn’t look up from his papers. “That’s who you are.” “But Adrian…” His fingers pause briefly on the paper before he speaks. “I don’t care about your little hobby. The conversation is over.” I open my mouth to argue. To tell him that music isn’t a hobby, it’s my blood, my breath, the only thing that makes me feel like myself.

he said curtly as if talking to one of his employees. She frowned at his tone but said okay, without even waiting for an answer from her, he turned on his heel and starting walking, until he felt a pummel him to the ground, she fucking slipped that was probably because she was drunk. He was mad, very mad, mad at himself for being bullied into this marriage, mad for being attracted to her even if she wasn't his type, mad at her for being so fucking clumsy. So he directed all that anger on her, pushing her off he stood up glaring at her