My Husband Turned Into A Psychopath Novels & Stories

Peter, "Shut up, both of you, don't see the situation and start fighting." Bela, "I don't do anything, it's Vin who starts this nonsense." Vin, "Then you close your ears." Peter got angry, "If you both don't shut up, I won't leave you both." Seeing Peter getting angry, both of them become silent. Peter to Bella, " are you sure you have to do this marriage." Bela in a cold voice, "Yes." Peter took a deep breath, “Bella, do you know that after marriage you will become a part of this world, this will become your family. Will you be able to fight against your family?

"You want a grandchild? Well, I'm taking her for an abortion. We'll get divorced right away, and I'll get a vasectomy too. If that isn't enough, I'll just castrate myself. I'll make sure you never get the grandchildren you want so badly!" Seth's dad ignored his pain as he stood up to stare at me. "Are you crazy, Seth?" "Oh, I forgot to tell all of you that I don't like women. I guess I won't be using whatever's hanging between my legs any longer." There was terror in Seth's eyes. He pulled me back forcefully. "Stop it! Do you know what you're saying?" "This isn't enough. I'm not even done yet. You brought up your son to suck his wife's family dry. I guess that's how a rotten father like you

I saw his crying intensify, and he clung to me even more. "It’s not too late, love, we can still be so happy," he assured me, his eyes lost in despair. "What we had was beautiful, and I’ll always cherish the wonderful memories of us, but I’m married now," I explained, as if to a child, hoping he would understand. He let out a sarcastic laugh and stared at me. "And apparently, you’re not happy since you cheated on your husband," he mocked, and I lowered my head, feeling guilty.

He whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget your speech.” “I’ll wing it” I replied without looking at him. “Good and smile, little monster. You look prettier that way.” I gritted my teeth. This man was not normal. He was Blake. The psychotic freak. And he was my husband.

She locked the door and after changing clothes, she called her friend, the psychologist, and told him everything that was happening with her husband. “What do you think will happen to him? He seems crazy,” she asked, scared. “It may be that his body has adapted to the drug and now it has no effect on him, unless we regulate it.” “That's going to be impossible; he's keeping an eye on me.” “I told you not to abuse and behave well. What you told him about his mother was surely the trigger that made him see you for what you really are, Eva. And no drug is going to erase that. For the moment, do everything I tell you and behave meekly. You have been married for many years, and custom is a great t

he said calmly. His hand caught her wrist careful not to leave a mark where people could see. “Look at me” he demanded. She looked up. His face was handsome in a way the public adored. A man who smiles for the camera but was a monster behind closed doors. They had been married for five years’ now, no children, three miscarriages as a result of the abuse she faced. “Do you know what happens to women who forget their place?” he asked. She didn’t answer.

"I desperately need it!" "Then, you should've ask from me, Solana," he growled back and pointed at himself. "I am your husband. If you have a problem, you can always share it to me. I can provide for you. You could've just ask me and not join that f-cking drug trial." He's insane! I shook my head in disbelief as tears completely rolled down my cheeks in so much frustration and pain. I immediately wiped it as shock flickered in his eyes. I took a step closer, meeting his eyes.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

he said while taking off his tie and wrapping it around his hand and soon started dragging me near the bed. "Please, Kevin, you...you are misunderstanding pl-" I started pulsating when he tied my hands together behind my back with his tie. He pushed me on the bed making me bend over the edge of the bed. "You enjoyed people eye-fucking you but you are nervous to strip in front of your husband. Why is that?" He growled in my ear. I could feel his warm breath fanning on my neck. What did I even do to deserve this monster as my husband? He is a total psychopath and doesn't trust me a bit.

He was violent, and all I felt was humiliation from his abusive behavior. Sadist. My husband is a sadist. He took pleasure from inflicting pain while penetrating me. I can’t believe it. I fucking can’t believe this is happening to me. All these years, I was blinded by his fake act, by the blinding brightness of his personality. He is not the same person I met. No, he tricked me to believing he is a good guy without flaws. And clearly, he is not. All I wanted was a happy life with a complete family I can love and take care of. What did I do wrong to deserve this?