Adam...
HERE we are again. It's so annoying and tiresome. This person doesn't even have an ounce of pity for me. Wasn't I almost at my breaking point the other day? I was the one who got hurt. I knew what I did was wrong, but that wouldn't have happened if only she wasn't treating me this way. And now, she threw a spoon at me. Of course, it hurt; I got hit on the cheek, and now there's a bruise.
"You're really going too far, you woman. Be thankful I'm not giving you a taste of your own medicine!"
"I'm not asking for retaliation, just some respect and decency," she retorted.
"None of this would have happened if you didn't treat me this way."
"Why? Isn't it part of the agreement that I can do whatever I want to you, since you're my slave?"
"I'm not your slave; I'm your husband."
"It's practically the same thing."
"So, being a husband is the same as being a servant? Then you should have married one."
"Who was the one who first asked for help?"
I clenched my fist. Damn it, I was the one who approached her first.
She was in the library, looking for a book. I walked up to her and asked, "Are you Chrisanya Evangelista?" She looked at me, seemingly surprised.
"Y-Yes?" she replied hesitantly, glancing around. "...Are you talking to me?"
"Are there other people around in this area?" I countered with a question, and she laughed.
"And what do you need?" she crossed her arms and stared at me.
"Uhmm, Ah--" How should I say this to her?
"You know, you're just wasting my time," she remarked, noticing the book she was looking for but couldn't reach. So, I reached for it and handed it to her. That part of the shelf was very high, and there were no stairs, so I used the bookshelves themselves as makeshift steps. Unfortunately, some books fell down, and the nosy students scattered, taking pictures of us.
No one even helped. I ended up on top of her; she was on the ground with books and her lips, unintentionally, I kissed her, and her eyes widened. When we stood up, she ran away. I didn't even get to say sorry, and I didn't get to tell her what I wanted to say. I waited for her after school in the car park. I caught up with her before she got into her car, and I grabbed her arm.
"Ms. Evangelista, I'm sorry about earlier, but I really need to say this to you," she looked at my hand on her arm, so I removed it.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry for earlier."
"Say what you need to say because I don't have all day to waste my precious time with you."
"Okay, I'm Adam Zhymian. If you've heard about the Z Corporation, owned by my parents."
"Ah, so you're the heir. It's not obvious from your appearance that you're the son of Mr. and Mrs. Zhymian," she said, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
"So, what do you want from me?" she asked again.
"I need you to be my wife."
"Your what?" she exclaimed, luckily there weren't many people around that area.
"My wife," I replied softly.
"Look, I don't know if you're aware that Evanglista Inc. and Z Corporation are both facing financial trouble, and the only way to save the companies is by merging them. However, I know that no matter how much my parents are struggling, they wouldn't force me into marriage with anyone, as they only care about my happiness," she nodded along, seeming surprised by what I said.
"I've heard that your parents are in negotiations with mine for the merger, but my parents aren't interested because it might upset me. So now, I'm here. I want to marry you to put an end to all of this mess. We can just tell them that we fell for each other."
"Fine, since I can't imagine living a difficult life, and I don't believe in marriage anyway, but I have a condition."
"What is it?"
"No one in the entire school should know about us, even if we get married."
I smiled and nodded.
I thought things would be okay after that, that our problems would be resolved. But it got worse because of this woman.
"So, do you remember now?" she raised an eyebrow at me. "You were the one who approached first, the first to ask questions. That's why I'm the boss, and you are my slave," she said, stepping closer to me. She took a glass of water and splashed it on my clothes, then laughed. She was about to leave when I grabbed her arm.
"Slave, huh? Why not add 'sex slave' or 'boy toy'?" I said sarcastically, and she gave me a bitter smile. She ran her index finger from my face down to my chest, going lower to my abdomen but stopped.
"Sorry, but not my type," she said and shrugged me off.
"True, because the type of guys you desire are the ones you and your friends see on the basketball court," I retorted.
"Don't you dare speak to me that way!" she said, her eyes narrowing.
"If I'm not your type, don't worry, the feeling is mutual. In fact, I regret approaching you and offering something I shouldn't have, because things have gotten even worse," she fell silent. "Don't worry; I never dreamt of being with you forever. I definitely never dreamed of marrying a heartless woman like you."
She walked away and entered her own room. I didn't care about her reaction. If she felt hurt, it was only fair; we were both hurting.
Adam...IT has been almost a week since that day when we had a fight, and it hasn't happened again because I've been avoiding it.Sometimes I lock myself in my room or eat outside, and when I'm at school, if I see them coming, I avoid them - Sanya and her friends. I don't want to embarrass myself again.I'm here now in our English class, and the professor is speaking, but I'm not listening. I was surprised when someone sat beside me and introduced herself."Selena Tora, so how are we going to do this?" she asked, and I was dumbfounded. She looked like a nerd, but I was speechless because I didn't understand what she was saying, she rolled her eyes at me."You weren't listening. You're my partner, the professor said we need to create a presentation as if we're on a talk show. We'll exchange questions without a script while we're there. It's easy, right?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. I smiled and nodded."Okay then, good. Where can we practice? I mean, so we can discuss what we need
Sanya...I went down the stairs and saw that my husband's classmate was already leaving. It's really annoying because this idiot is the reason why someone in school already knows that he is my husband. Did I forget to mention that he's an idiot?It's true though. Seriously, this guy is beyond foolish. There are plenty of places he could have taken that girl, there's even a library for studying, but he chose to bring her here."Hey! Check the bathroom, you might have left your brain there!" I shouted at him, he looked at me sharply. "What? You're looking at me like I'm the problem?"He took a deep breath and headed straight to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread there.He didn't even bother to answer or acknowledge me, so my eyes narrowed and I immediately followed him, giving him a flick on the ear. "Ouch! What's your problem?""Do you want to get beaten again?""What's your problem?""Didn't I ask you why you brought th-that-""She's my groupmate in English class, Lena.""Yes, who
Adam...I was left speechless as I saw Sanya and the others walking into the campus.It's not surprising that they're here, what's puzzling is that they're accompanied by my classmate Lena, who seems to be one with them.I don't know if my thoughts were wandering in confusion, so I was startled when Sanya snapped her fingers in front of me."Daydreaming?" she asked while in front of me. "Why are you blocking our way?"She's mocking me again, so I looked at Lena. "Lena, why are you with them?""And why not?" I looked at Sanya, who raised an eyebrow at me. "Shouldn't you be the one to tell her who she should be with?"She linked arms with Lena. "She is one of us now, what are you being so clueless about? Move aside!"She pushed me aside, and her two friends followed suit, and I saw Lena glance at me before lowering her head. After Lena and I finished presenting our plan, we sat on a single chair with a gap between us. Others were still presenting, but I didn't pay much attention to tha
Adam... "YOU really made Lena join your group," as soon as Sanya entered, that was my immediate greeting to her. Why not? Even my new friend got involved because of her, and they're even teaching Lena to be like them. She smirked and crossed her arms. "What's your concern? In the first place, the person you were with earlier was the one who answered us, you guys should know your place." My eyes narrowed. "You're going too far," I approached her and held her arm. "What the fuck! Don't you dare touch me!" She removed my hand, and her reaction surprised me. "You're going too far, Sanya, you don't know when to stop. You and your friends are hurting people.Yes, I don't care if Lena's now part of your group and how that happened, but Sanya, you're a bad influence on her!" "And who are you to say that?" she raised an eyebrow. "You don't know us." "True, but that doesn't mean what you're doing is right. Why are you so furious with me? What do I always get picked on by you?" "Because I'
Sanya...I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian.Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?I just want to distance myself, especially from the man in front of me. It's because of our situation - I'm married to him, and he, out of all men, is the one closest to me. Not as a friend or anything, don't get me wrong. I don't feel anything for this person; I just really don't want to be around men like him. What I mean is, my whole life, I've kept my distance from men.I dislike them; I hate their arrogance, their pretentiousness, their womanizing tendencies. I dislike everything about them. I don't have any brothers, and it's only now that I've exper
Sanya..."WHAT were the two of you doing inside the chef's stockroom again?" the guidance counsellor who was facing both Adam and me shifted her gaze back and forth."I've explained multiple times that someone locked us in there," I replied, annoyed that we were being questioned about the incident when we were the victims. Whoever was responsible for this would surely face my wrath, whoever that annoying person was!"Someone locked you in, or you locked yourselves in?" she countered."What?!" I looked at Adam, who remained quiet. Why wasn't he helping me explain? He's a grown man, but he's acting like he's mute. I wonder if I could pull his tongue out."I'm addressing both of you now, Miss Evangelista, because I don't want this to escalate to the dean of the school. So, right now, tell the truth," she handed her cell phone over and showed us something. "How do you explain these pictures, Miss Evangelista? Mister Zhymian? Come on, why were you in the chef's stockroom, and why do you bo
Adam...I heard the laughter of the students on campus, and I looked to see what had their attention. There were some naked guys running around, covering their private parts.Suddenly, someone threw mud and garbage at them, and some of them even got stuck to their bodies. We covered our noses and moved away from them to avoid getting hit."What's going on?" Lee asked me."I have no idea.""Adam!" I heard someone call my name. It was Sanya looking at me. The others also turned to me, knowing that our relationship was widely known on campus. I sighed and approached her. "We need to go to my house after this.""Now?" I asked."Did I say it had to be now?" She looked around, and so did I. Everyone's eyes were on us. "Just follow me."I followed her to the rooftop of the school, but I hesitated and stopped where I was. I couldn't help but wonder if this was some plan to beat me up, and I had just blindly followed Sanya. It wasn't my fault that the whole campus knew about our relationship.
Adam... SANYA closed the car door after getting out, but I didn't confront her. She's showing a different side of herself now, is this her darker side? "Oh, you're here," her Mom greeted us when we entered the door. Sanya didn't even kiss her Mom on the cheek and just walked past her into the house. I've noticed for a while now that she's distant from her parents, especially her Dad. I used to think it was about our marriage, but it's still the same, so what's the problem? "Hi Mom," I greeted her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Where's Dad?" She smiled at me. "He's upstairs. He just got back from work and I told him to come home early for dinner with you." "Work? Seriously, Mom?" Sanya raised an eyebrow at her. "Sanya," her Mom's voice carried a tone of warning when she called her name, and Sanya just rolled her eyes. Her attitude towards me, it turns out, is normal for her, even with her parents. "Oh, it looks like you're already here," a male voice called from upstairs, San