The Battered Wife Novels & Stories

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

“Which family are you talking about? The one you abuse?” His expression twists into one of shock and disbelief. He can't fathom how I've gathered all the information about his life in just twenty-four hours. How dare he bringing his innocent wife and son into this? We found out that Brad beats his wife and even rapes her on several occasions and since she is a housewife, he constantly threatens that he will take custody of their son and leave her on the streets. How despicable! When Mario finally reached Brad’s wife, he found her with a bruised face and struggling to walk. Mario took meticulous care to ensure that Brad remained unaware of his intervention.

she whispered, the drink forcing the truth out like a physical weight. "Such a dirty woman," someone hissed nearby. The whispers grew so loud and chaotic that I couldn't even hear the woman’s explanation. Her husband stood up beside her, his face turning a dark, bruised purple. He didn't wait for the guards. He swung his hand, landing a heavy, echoing slap across her face that sent her stumbling back. "How dare you? After everything I gave you? How dare you do this to me?" He was shaking, tears streaming down his face as the security team moved in to pull them both apart and lead them away.

Squabble all you want, but I won’t care, I told myself. “Go back! We don’t care about you! You’re no mother!” Arnie yelled from the door. “We’re not done! You filthy squatter! Remember this, Sophia! You’re his wife! I’m still the woman he loves! Only me!” Sabrina screamed from outside. “So what, mistress?? Even if you come back forever, I don’t care!!! You deserve to be a mistress! Haay, crazy!” I looked at Arnie. He came closer. “Don’t mind that fool. The important thing… the baby is with you, not her.” I smiled at his words.

They were watching. I turned and ran. I didn't care about the car, I'll come back for it later. I didn't care about the rain. I just ran until the tower was a shadow behind me, and the question echoed in my head over and over. Surrogate. Transaction. Asset. I was no longer a wife or a CEO. I was just a vessel for the next contract. I reached the warehouse gates and collapsed against the metal bars. The lock was cold. The cones were still there. I was safe. I was provided for. And I was finally, utterly destroyed.

It hit the floor with a small sound too loud, too heavy for such a small thing. Her ears started ringing. No. It must be another Michael. Carter is a common name... right? It's has to be.But her hands weren't steady as she read it again. Michael Carter. Not just any Michael. Her Michael. Her husband.Her chest tightened so badly she forgot how to breathe.Sarah's voice came softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"Jessica looked up slowly.Sarah's smile wasn't kind. It wasn't cruel either. It was worse than both it was calm.

Chapter 2- Shot! shot! Shot! shot! Shot! shot! *Natalia* I may be a little buzzed but I needed this I needed to forget that I was going to be a married woman by Friday to one of the most feared, ruthless leader in the mafia world. I go to the bar and order some more tequila knowing I was going to feel this in the morning I didn't give a shit my life was ending. the bar tinder sits out six shot glasses then fills them up nova comes swaying towards me and holds the counter for balance.

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

“Don’t be startled, I’m going to lock the door to allow you privacy, ok?” “Thank you.” Her voice was a pained whisper. It was hurting her both emotionally and physically to try to undress in front of me. When the fabric of her dress fell to the floor my breath caught in my throat. Her back has been completely mangled. Her skin shone a bright red around the infected wounds where her skin had been torn open from whatever he had chosen to beat her with. “I failed to have supper ready for him when he came home. It was my fault because it was my job as his wife.”

“And don’t call my wife a bitch, that’s an insult to me, the man married to her.” The nurses’ jaws dropped, Fatima’s too. What now?