Todos os capítulos de The god who hates me: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The smart TV came on with a command. Ariel propped up the fluffy Arabian pillow on her king sized Arabian duvet covered bed, and rest her back on it in excitement. She grabbed her popcorn and switched to a music channel. Life after her near death encounter had been miserable. She fell into depression when she realized how powerless she was, and the fact she could be easily trampled on with no money. She had put no plan in place to make sure Axel helps her get revenge. She never made him understand he was going to help her. Instead she was stuck in a cramped office in his company that always left an aching feeling in her legs after work each day. She stuffed her face with popcorn and watched the E-news on the screen. So far, the bts shows of her favorite movies were entertaining. The E-news program began shortly after. An actor had passed away, and a band were splitting. “Typical.” She muttered as four boy band members took a bow and left the stage while their female fans cried. All

“From your parents sir.” Gregory hands a wooden box wrapped in gold silk to Axel who was holding a tab. He had been occupied before Gregory came. “Open it.” He commands.Gregory obediently unwraps the silk carefully with his gloves on, and opens the box. He lifts an oblong shaped burgundy wine. “It's a hundred years old wine sir.” Axel chuckles softly as he looks at the ground below from the pogdao. “They never fail to outdo themselves.” Mr Gregory smiles with pity for the old couple. Mr and Mrs Wilbury had lost their only son Scott Wilbury shortly after he was born fifty years ago.Coupled with their inability to ever conceive children, Axel had bought their late son’s identity. He lived as a son of different wealthy families every century. And this time, it was Mr and Mrs Wilburys turn. But Mr and Mrs Wilbury had grown too fond of him, they took him as their son and tried to come close but he kept pushing them away. He had turned down their invitations to dinner, balls, b

Ariel was exhausted. It was another day of working past her work hours. Almost every member of the marketing team had piled uncompiled research papers on her desk. She was still not done. Feeling sleepy, she clicked away on the keyboard so she won't have to work much the following day. Her role was becoming clear, cruel Axel had hired her to become the company's errand girl. The huge office building was almost empty, only the occasional clicking of her keyboard and the silent hum of the electronic appliances in the office could be heard. The time displayed on her phone screen alarm her senses. Marie had gotten her a new cell phone. At this point, she was like the mother she never had. Ariel skims through the pile of papers left and decides to pile them up. She set them aside on her desk and dismissed for the day. The air was chilly, she could still smell the petrichor the rain had left behind. Although it was night, the city buzzed with activity. The psychedelic lights at the

The loud, pulsing music thrummed beneath their feet, making the ground vibrate as Joan and Ariel stepped into the upscale nightclub. Barely-clad strippers wearing bunny masks twirled seductively around chrome poles, while men stared openly, eyes glued to every sway of their bodies. The dance floor was alive with energy. Girls in skimpy dresses and adrenaline-fueled guys moved wildly to the beat. Ariel followed closely behind Joan, who strutted confidently toward a reserved VIP table. “I don’t really fancy crowds,” Joan said as they walked, “but I do love clubbing.” Ariel smiled quietly. They sat side by side, sipping on cocktails while nodding along to the music. Across the room, Jaques was preparing to leave when his eyes landed on her. He froze. He couldn’t look away. Her beauty drew him in like a magnetic wave, almost supernatural in its pull. She was irresistible. Every time she smiled, it did something to him—softened his chest, stirred something deep. He knew then;

The scary incident of the last time still haunted her. She had constant nightmares where she was falling from a skyscraper, and a truck racing madly towards her. She looked at the despicable man she had married, the one whose favorite pastime was tormenting her. She hated that he could still steal her breath without trying.He lounged behind his massive desk like it was his throne. The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her.God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned.“Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a co