My Husband Turned Into A Psychopath Novels & Stories

Inasmuch as I hated having to feel this way, My husband is a psychopath! ... It can't be helped. Although Aiden hasn't always been like this from the start; we were a normal couple during our courting. We had all the romantic moments. Yeah! He even proposed to me in a very romantic way. But what really changed? I still cannot wrap my head around it.

He gently rubbed his fingers on the mark he left on my cheeks. “I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to hurt you but you pushed me. I love you so much and I want you to be mine. I have forgiven you for what you did, besides, I'm out of the prison and I won't go back there again. I'm out of there to be with you. You must give me your heart and forget that bastard whom you called husband because I am your husband. We are married and we will forever be married. If you don't want me to hit you again. Do as I say." He kissed my cheek. I felt disgusted but I held myself back. I really want to push him away but I need to control myself. Darren looks like a psychopath and if I do anything stupid, he

"Rebecca, talk to me. You're not dumb!" "I meant, I don't want you to take me right here. I'm already feeling cold and uncomfortable. I'd like to just bath. We can do it on the bed, please don't hurt me." I said, struggling to keep my voice from breaking. He took in a deep breath, his expression softened again. Adam had officially turned into a psychopath. "Why would I hurt you? You're my wife and I love you. I shouldn't have done what I did earlier but, please don't keep thinking about me like that. Erase what had happened from your memory. I'll never hurt you. I've just been stressed lately."

I didn’t know why i suddenly agreed to date him and agree to marry him but maybe it was my own defense mechanism in order to get away from the past that was haunting me. “You didn’t tell me your crazy Ex was in America” this time he placed his hand under my chin and slowly lifted my head, “he even threatened me with a gun” “He is just like that Henry, don’t mind him” “I shouldn’t?” His facial expression changed, “that fucking psychopath pointed a gun at me and you said I shouldn’t mind him?” I gulped, Henry was another psychopath I had come across. Maybe the universe was trying to mess with me because how the hell do I have to meet three men who had the same qualities? Just that zayn was the

How could you ever have a kid? “Your ex-wife actually carried your baby, didn’t she? And how did you treat her?” What a joke. He had destroyed the one person who had truly loved him for a baby who wasn’t even his. Harry froze in place. Her words hit him like a blade straight to the heart, slicing through whatever was left. He staggered back and knocked over an antique vase. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the empty villa. “Shut up!” His voice was hoarse.

Throughout the years I spent behind prison bars, I counted down to this day when I would come home and feel Derrick’s arms around me again. But Derick slapped me so hard with the cruelest shock of my life. Imagine getting freed from jail expecting your beloved husband to welcome you with a grand welcome party. Only to meet him wedding another woman and worst, it’s being Live throughout the whole country. My chest palpated, every inch of it hurting so bad. My feet feels ice glued to the ground of the hall’s entrance where I’ve been watching the ultimate betrayal unfolds. watching my husband promising Forever To Another woman at the Alter.

“And I thought we were together.” “So what?” I ask, “You wanted me to hear out how you never meant to hurt me, but you decided to have a child with another woman? Please, Dominic.” “There is no child. And I never even considered proposing to her. You know that, nothing’s changed from the last time I said it.” There’s something wild about him. Again. It’s that feeling I sometimes have. I remember it even from before. Like there is a wolf he is fighting inside him. Because if he lets the untamed, wild animal out, things will get out of hand.

He was a psychopath. I laid on my bed, with his men standing outside the door. I cried bitterly, as my chest clenched tightly, with my lungs forgetting how to work. I needed to escape this Hell hole, find the location of the safe house where he kept my boys, and I needed to act fast. I jerked back to reality when the door creaked open. Shivers ran down my spine as I looked up to see who it was- My ruthless mafia husband, Gustavo. “Who do you think you are to walk around freely in my mansion?” Gustavo Sneered at me, before sitting beside the bed. The bed which was meant for a happy matrimony, only reminded me of the countless times I was molested by this monster.

Fear gripped me as I instinctively protected my belly and said, "Trent is the father!" "Lies! Trent had a vasectomy a long time ago so he wouldn't pass on his Superman syndrome!" Lucy shouted. "You're trying to have him pass on the Bradford Group to your child, aren't you? Too bad! He already told me he was going to let my son take over!" It was true that Trent didn't want to have kids because I disliked his Superman syndrome, and he didn't want our children to inherit it. But that all changed after he failed to win my love. He had the reverse surgery and then I became pregnant, baby-trapping me in a marriage I never wanted.

Those girls would be earning thousands of dollars. I chuckled, taking in another shot. As much as the alcohol tasted like a mix of bitter and pepper, I loved it. It kept me insane, other than the days I tried to be sane. My husband was with his mistress. Why couldn't I be here too? Who said I can't enjoy myself a little too? All my life, I have lived in his house. I took care of him and our child. What did I get in return? Every second betrayal. "That's enough." A cold voice rang in my ears. His slender hands pushed the tumblers in front of me away, one of them clattering to the ground.