Lahat ng Kabanata ng Profitable Marriage With A Mentally Unstable CEO: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

As I enter the dimly lit, dirty space, I call out in a shaky voice "H-hello?" I was told Kendrick would be in here. Suddenly, an arm wraps tightly around my neck, pulling me backward. 'What the!-' I freeze, the tip of a sharp blade grazing my bare neck."Who the hell are you?" A baritone voice, punctuated by a low growl, echoes, sending chills down my spine. I raise my hands in surrender, gulping."I won't ask again" his grip tightens. My brows crease, my eyes screwed shut, how the hell am I supposed to speak when you're choking me??"K-Kendrick?" I manage to call out but silence greets me. What have I gotten myself into? Marriage with a mentally unstable man? He'll kill me before five years is up. "I'm Elodie….your wife"The last of my sentence hangs in the air like a challenge. As if in shock, I feel his arm loosen and I inhale sharply while coughing, hot tears threatening to fall from my eyes."M-my wife?" I hear him stutter and turn to face him. My eyes widen and a quiet gasp esca

I certainly wasn't expecting Kendrick to accept that I'm his wife so soon. Better still, I feel proud. I avert my eyes from Kendrick to Rose and the red-haired woman. I'm taken aback by their surprised looks.It's almost like their faces were saying that they'd never seen him looking clean. Well, It's all thanks to me.The red-haired woman's face turns to a scowl, and she leans into Rose's ear. "Ooh, she's the woman your father-in-law brought as a wife for your mentally deranged son," she whispers loud enough for me, and possibly Kendrick, to hear.Rose nudges her and protests in a whisper "He's not my son"Her statement makes me frown but I brush it off."Elodie," Kendrick calls, and I turn to face him. He walks up to me and says, "I'm clean now." he looks like he's expecting a reward.I would pat his hair but he's taller than me. I straighten his collar. His clothes are still rumpled, but they're clean. He looks more like a growing child instead of an adult.A maid walks in. "Dinner

I slowly regain consciousness, my senses scattered and muddled. The back of my head throbs greatly with a sharp, pulsing pain as I struggle to open my eyes. “Elodie… Elodie?” Luke's voice echoes in my head faintly. I squint, my mind in a daze, my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light.“What's going on?” I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. Why does my head hurt so much? “Elodie, can you hear me?” Luke calls out again and I force my gaze towards him, my vision blurry. Wait, am I in his arms? I can feel the cold tile against my legs, but in contrast, I feel the warmth coming from Luke.Still dazy, my vision slowly clears and Luke's worried eyes lock onto mine. Disorientation sets in, and I think I might be hearing muffled grunts or whispers; I don't know, I can't tell. My mind reels as I try to focus on the sound but my head throbs further. What exactly is happening? I ask inwardly, blinking repeatedly, trying to clear my impaired vision. Suddenly, my daze disappears as th

Neurotoxicity Crisis? So it's not water then, but what is it? “What does it mean, Doctor Louis?” I ask again, my mind reeling with questions.Doctor Louis straightens his glasses, his voice in a hushed tone, he says “Elodie, this is a highly illicit drug, an experimental one” Doctor Louis's words hang in the air as the soft gasp escapes my lips. Illegal? Doctor Louis nods solemnly as if reading my thoughts. “I don't understand,” I admit, confusion swirling within me. Why will an illegal substance be in Kendrick's room? “There isn't a proper name for it yet, or at least I haven't been updated," Doctor Louis explains, "but we all call it The Special Medicine” Doctor Louis's words incite my curiosity. “What is it for?” I ask“There were rumors that the Special Medicine was a substance that could cure any hormonal disease,” Doctor Louis says, his voice raw with doubt. He pauses a bit, collecting his thoughts before continuing, “But in reality, the reverse is the case. The drug disrupt

A soft gasp escapes my lips as I scan each photo, my eyes widening in dismay. With every image I flip past, my expression only grows weary. They all have the same person in them, different backgrounds, same face, same captivating smile, staring back at me. Some photos have Kendrick by her side, adding to my unease. "Charlotte," I mutter, sinking into the sofa as if the weight of her name alone is pressing me down. My eyes drift to Kendrick, and I sigh. They are really out to get him just like they planned to. Rose or Camila must have dropped these with hopes of Kendrick looking through them. I sit up, a new piece dancing into the puzzle. If they dropped these photos like they said they would, then this means they had nothing to do with the substance. “Someone else injected the Special Medicine!” I exclaim, only to hesitate “No, wait, it might've still been done by them.” Argh! This is confusing! I close my eyes and rest my back against the sofa. Regardless of who did what, the fa