My Husband Turned Into A Psychopath Novels & Stories

“The situation hasn’t changed. That’s all that matters.” I’d grabbed on to the fleeting moment of hope, and just when I got my fingers around it, it vanished. “Let me get this straight.” I sat up in bed. “He’s shacked up with his side chick, the same side chick he had when we were married, but he still demands I be his wife? How the fuck did I marry a psychopath and not realize it?” When he’d told me he was a hit man, I should have seen the red flag and booked it. But I fell in love and looked past it, like a dumbass. Theo sat up and leaned against the headboard, the sheets to his waist.

It wasn't like… A light bulb went off above my head. Did Derek engineer my shitshow of a day? Ridiculous. He couldn't have known that I would flee after last night. Could he? The fall out with my parents. Me fleeing home. All my friends turning on me. There was no way he could have known how it would all play out. So why wouldn't my body stop trembling? New plan. New fucking plan. My husband is a psychopath. I couldn't leave this police station with him.

“I’m not some kind of psychopath, Alan.” “I never said that, Jessie.” He denies as he looks at me like a patient. Like I was a ticking bomb of emotional instability. “I just want to make sure you’re doing alright.” I stare at my husband and can’t shake the idea that he wants to kill me. There’s no concern in his eyes. They were cold, calculated and hyper-focused on me as though I were his prey. He no longer looked at me in a loving manner. Where was the man I married? Did he ever exist or did I “imagine” that too?

“A game? You must be kidding me. I don’t even know who you are. What game are we talking about?” He took a step closer, and I could feel the tension in the air, sharp and dangerous. “The kind of game where men like you learn their place. The kind of game where you stay away from my wife.” I froze. “Your wife?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, incredulous. “I think you have the wrong guy. I don’t do anything with ugly, old women. I don’t know what kind of joke you’re playing.” What the hell is wrong with this psychopath? I don't know who his wife is. Why would I even go after someone's wife? I'm very sure the only married woman I know in my life is my mother.

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 shrinked and tried moving my legs away but he secured them tightly under his own legs. I stared back into his eyes and my heart pounded so fast that I feared it would rip from my chest. Only staring at him was scary enough. Suddenly his cold and hard demeanor on his face vanished and a smile appeared on his lips. I was horrified at his change of behavior. He was definitely bipolar or a psychopath. The more he revealed how he truly was the more I banged my head internally for ever agreeing to marry such a brutal and crazy man.

“If you’re sorry, just let me go.” “You know I can’t do that. You know I’ll never let you go. You know I’ll do terrible things to you—because I know it’ll hurt him the most. Your husband is my greatest adversary. We have a love-hate relationship. He encroaches on my turf, kills my brother, and doesn’t keep his word…but I also respect him. He’s a good opponent. I suspect he’ll be an even better opponent now that this is happening.” This guy was a psychopath. “I’m sure Hades will give you whatever you want if you let me go.”

I don't know what to say. Don't say anything, but you have to put up with his actions. I continued with distress: Please bear with his behavior, I do not want to interfere in your personal affairs, and I do not know why I married him, but I am only giving you advice.. I sighed deeply to ask her, not understanding: Why is he behaving like this to me then? ! "Let me guess. Is he bullying you or something?" If it was only bossy, it would be much easier! Excuse me, Mrs. Olin, but I am dealing with a psychopath who escaped from a psychiatric hospital, and this is beyond doubt!

The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."