All Chapters of MARRYING A RUTHLESS MAN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AxelI glanced at my wristwatch in frustration. Cheska had been in the shower for nearly half an hour, and I needed her now—but apparently, she was being spiteful. I thought she wouldn’t be of much use on this trip, but I was wrong. The man I’m meeting wants to see her too. He’s an old friend, so I can't get around it.My mother really knows how to screw up my life—one stage at a time. I need to find a way out of this marriage, but first, I have to teach Cheska a lesson about marrying someone for money.About five minutes later, she walked out in a pink, strapless latex dress and black heels. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She actually looked... Nice. Not stunning. Just nice enough.“Let’s go! ” I barked.“Keep in mind—I’m doing you a favor,” she said, crossing her arms. “I don’t have to show up.”“Cheska, it’s dinner, and I like being at least an hour early. It’s called principle. Maybe you don’t know about that… you know, since you grew up broke. But I understand. Se

JaneThe sun was perfect today. Not too hot—just perfect. It was peaceful listening to the calm rhythm of the sea as it rushed upon the shore and touched the tips of my toes. I needed time to think—about what I should do to Prince. Or what I shouldn't.I hate the good side of me. Every time I come up with something, it's either stupid, or I talk myself out of it. After all, I'm the reason he's the way he is. I had thought maybe he'd be nice to me, but I was wrong. I can see the hatred in his eyes every time he looks at me—like I’m a rotten piece of meat that stinks. I don't understand how people can even work with him.I got up from the sand and went to take a dip in the water, but it’s like the universe was against my alone time. Prince approached me in less than five minutes. It's like he always follows me around. Creepy and annoying."Well, you're brave enough to walk on the beach half-naked with a... broken-down body like yours.""I'm going to ignore your insults. It's obvious you

Axel“That presentation was as boring as the dress you’re wearing,” I say, looking at the woman in disgust. She burst into tears and ran out of the room like a child. I lean back in my chair and roll my eyes at the pathetic people seated in front of me. “All of you get out and make sure yo—” I stopped when a gorgeous woman walked into the room. Excitement instantly rushed through my body as my eyes travelled up those long sexy legs. How I would enjoy being between them. The things I would make her do on top of me. “Everybody out! ” I bark. When they left, I got up and walked to her side. “Hello there, how may I help you? ““Well … that depends. I came to visit an old friend, but seeing you … I have a place not far from here. We can go, if you like.” I didn’t even think twice with my brain. I made my dick choose.“For a woman like you … of course.”“We should get going then,” she replies, licking her lips. I led her to my car, and we got in. There was no way I was going to make such a s

Three weeks laterJaneI read the letter my mother sent me over and over again. I inhaled deeply. The past three weeks have been hell, and Prince wasn't the only reason. My mother has been digging into my skin like a knife for money, and I was struggling to get it to her. I had no way to get it to her. It's not like I could ask Prince for it, and I can't bring myself to steal from him. I just can't do it. It's his money after all. Not mine. But my mother doesn't care about that, because according to her, I'm rich now, and I'm able to give her whatever she needs. I want a job so bad, but who is going to hire someone without a degree? Who is going to hire the wife of a billionaire asshole? No one. Everyone would say there's no need for me to work since I'm already rich. But little do they know. The perfect couple they see on TV. is not so perfect in real life. I can't even begin to imagine how much Prince hates me. Honestly, I don't even blame him.I wish I could explain everything to hi

AxelA few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for my money like a queen? I can’t do that! I can't love her. I need her to break, like glass. I need her to shatter! I need her to feel the pain I feel.I should've just taken the blame for the accident years back, but I was too young, and stupid. Prison is way better than a bitch mother and a fucked up