My Savage Husband

"Look at her, a shameless bitch. She deliberately accused me of cheating, but she's the one who often makes love with random men. Look, look, she doesn't deserve my wealth!" My eyelids opened after I struggled hard. I don't know where I am. In a large room, I was in bed lying under a blanket with a man beside me. Yes God, this man raped me. "You cheap Azelea, cheater, traitor!" Anthony's voice echoed standing right in front of the bed at my feet and several people holding cameras captured my embarrassing appearance. How could he know I'm here? Yes, my friends set me up. Where are they, and why are they not here? "Go and quickly print the photo. I want this news to be published tomorrow morning," Anthony ordered all the men who had finished taking my photo. Now he turned to look at me with a look of disdain and disgust. "Your body is dirty Azalea, you are disgusting, you sleep with a man who you don't even know whether he is a good man or even a poor man who will make you even wors

The man who helped me called someone who knew about what happened to me and about the grave near the lake. He asked the man to come and explain everything to me. "He's our grandson and lives in a big city quite far from here. Maybe he'll arrive in the evening, you'd better rest or watch television with us." "Thank you," I said and chose to rest in the room. My mind still couldn't calm down, and pieces of memory little by little appeared in my mind. It's not very clear, it makes my head hurt like it's being stabbed by dozens of needles. Then Maria, the old woman's name, came into the room and brought me a piece of cake. She told me a little story to cheer me up. "Don't worry dear, we will help you recover your memory," her words were an encouragement to me. She was someone I had just met but was friendly and warm to me. It didn't feel like there were only a few moments left to wait, because the sky had already darkened and night would soon arrive. A few minutes later, there was a k

"Shh," I winced and he blew again and stroked the side of the wound. "It may sting but this is effective for wounds," he explained. "Thank you, sir, you are very kind." "What's your name?" he asked, I lowered my head and muttered, "Edel, my name is Edelweiss." He pulled my chin up again. "Nice name Edel, you want to take a shower, I'll buy you new clothes. Take a shower and clean in you," he said with a smile full of tenderness. He stood up and walked towards the door. I know exactly, behind that gentleness there must be an evil side embedded in his body, the blood of a traitor. After he left I looked at the whole place. Many active CCTVs highlight the behavior of the residents inside. I walked to look for the bathroom, maybe my actions were being monitored by him. Let's just say I was in a stranger's place so I looked confused. After monitoring and misplacing it many times. I found a public bathroom near the pantry. When I opened the door, the atmosphere was pleasant. There

Somehow he reasoned with his lover that he had returned to Geneva. He is not a man who is a workaholic but is crazy about making love. A little different from Anthony. Even though Anthony is having an affair, he is focused on work, including being a workaholic. El only has a handsome face but his brain is empty. He only knew how to order his men without doing anything. I never saw him dizzy or confused. He looks relaxed and enjoys the money from his hard-earned wealth collected by his grandfather. Sad, I feel sorry for Mr. Frederick. He has useless successors. "After arriving, we will shop for your needs and buy you an apartment," he said in an arrogant tone. You're nothing El, you're just a money waster. "Um, what if I just stay at your house or I work to serve you and your family? You don't need to waste money on me, because I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it," I offered. I want to always be around you, to speed up this mission.He smiled, "I just need payment with your love, d

This house has not changed at all, I was accompanied by a servant to the living room on the right. I have memorized where they provide services to the guests they invite to stay.Meanwhile, on the right is the main room of the house's occupants. In front of the stairs is Anthony and first room, that was then or not now. My head spun looking at that room, it felt sad when I had to return to reality where many painful things were stored in there."Please come in, Miss.""Thank You."He told me everything here. Like most foreigners, I nodded and asked as needed."If you need something, you can immediately call and be directly connected to the kitchen area, the best chef will serve you.""Okay, thank you and can I ask a question?""Yes, Miss?""Where is Mr El's room?""At the end there, Miss. The right side is reserved for residents of the house.""Oh yes, thank you, I thought the room was in front of the stairs."He smiled and shook his head, "That's Mr. Anthony's special room."He didn't