All Chapters of Rejected by him, desired by all : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fulvia’s POVFive years ago, back in high school, I helped a boy who was in a car accident. While trying to get him out, I lost my sight and was left with ugly scars on my face.No one wanted to marry me.My dad always told me I was beautiful, but I often asked him why all my dates ended up not wanting to marry me. I would tell myself, Even if I’m ugly, my dad would never admit it to me... and besides, I can't see my appearance because I’m blind.Fulvia doing voice dairy*****Two years later...“I want to know the truth about how I look,” Fulvia whispered to herself. She called for one of her maids.“Emily, I want you to give me an honest review of how I look.”“You look absolutely stunning, ma’am,” Emily replied quickly, her voice sharp and without hesitation.“Emily... I know you. I can tell when you’re lying, you always talk fast when you do. You know I trust you, and I believe you won’t lie to me, right?”“Yes, ma’am...” Emily answered, now panicking.Fulvia took a breath. “Tell

"You’re going to apply medicine to that fat monster, right?" Molly, the maid in the kitchen, asked."Yes. You were also there, and I think you saw for yourself how Barachelle was punished. I have to hurry and do what the young master asked," Zina replied to Molly."Yeah, I know. That’s why I’ve been waiting here for you. Do you remember all the promises I made to you if I marry the young master?" Molly asked."I remember, Molly. But the young master is already married now. Do you think it’s still possible for you to tame and marry him?" Zina answered, facing Molly, her voice dull—like she had already given up."Zina, you always give up easily. Don’t you trust me? Don’t worry about it. We just have to make the mansion a living hell for that monster the young master married as a wife." Molly’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, her eyebrows arching suggestively."How do we do that, Molly? You know I don’t want to find myself in

“What’s that, Fulvia? Are you okay?” Henry asked sharply, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade.Fulvia flinched at his tone, clutching the phone tighter. “I’m okay,” she replied quickly, forcing a small smile. “I was just playing with Jojo. He moved suddenly, and something fell. Nothing much. I’ll start preparing before Mother arrives.”Henry let out a short sigh, though his voice remained cold. “Okay. Bye. I’m hanging up.” He ended the call without waiting for her response.Fulvia lowered the phone, pressing it against her chest as her heart thudded in fear. Mother is coming, what if she hates me just like everyone else?Mia, who was kneeling beside the first aid box she had dropped, looked up nervously. “Madam, are you okay? The box slipped from my hand." but, why did it slip right after Henry mentioned his mother was coming? Is there something you’re keeping from me?” Fulvia asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Henry’s slap landed hard on Molly’s cheek. “Young master, you slapped me...” Molly whispered gently, feeling the sting spread across her skin. “Are you questioning me? Maybe I should remind you with another slap, you animal in human form!” Henry’s words dripped with venom as his voice rose to a shout. Molly stammered, her lips trembling. “I-I’m sorry, young master, it was madam...” Smack! Henry’s hand cracked across her cheek again, the sound echoing through the silent compound. “Quit that explanation of yours!” he thundered. “What did I tell you the moment she arrived in this house? Answer me!” “You told us... the same respect given to you should be given to her,” Abigail, the second maid punishing Fulvia, replied shakily. Smack! Henry’s slap landed on Abigail’s cheek, leaving red marks. “You even dare to disrespect her? Can’t you call her ‘young madam’ or something? Are you fucking crazy? Back to what I was saying—you knew I told you to give her the same respect you

“Mum, stop this already! What do you mean she’s not your daughter-in-law? Am I not your son?” Henry demanded, his voice tight with fury, eyes reddening with restrained anger.“You are,” Mrs Williams snapped, “but I might disown you if you don’t start listening to me. Do you want me to lose face in this city? Among my friends? Even my enemies? Do you want people to laugh behind my back?” Her voice echoed through the mansion, trembling with rage.Henry leaned close to his mother’s ear, his voice low and urgent. “Mum, I’m your son—you know me better than anyone. And Dad is your husband—you know him more than I do. Do you really think he’ll listen if I tell him I won’t marry the woman he picked for me?”He paused, his tone calmer but firm. “Think about it, Mum. Was this even my choice to begin with? And besides... it’s not a bad thing, being married to her.”Mrs Williams’ eyes widened. “I knew it. I knew something was wrong! Don’t tell me you’ve alrea