All Chapters of The Madman My Fiancé Sent: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

The scene stunned the bridesmaids around us.“Charlie Boyd, Kendall Light is your fiancée! Are you going to let her marry someone else?”“Marriage is a major life event—how could you turn it into a prank?”Charlie let out a snort through his nose.“We have no objections. Why are outsiders whining here?”He sauntered into the room with lazy steps, his face glowing with the satisfaction of petty revenge.“Last week you sent Crystal to the hospital, and she’s still heartbroken. You don’t think you shouldn’t pay a price?”“Be obedient and marry that madman, or don’t think about being my fiancée again!”Hearing his deranged accusations, I let out a breathless laugh.Last week, his secretary, Crystal Henderson, had volunteered to deliver something to me. Then, she rummaged through my office without permission and spilled coffee onto important documents, putting me at a disadvantage during the negotiations that followed and costing me a large profit for nothing.Enraged, I reprima

Chapter 2

His expression was pure and innocent, full of childlike simplicity.He didn’t look at all like the volatile, unpredictable madman he usually appeared to be.A strange feeling flickered through me, and I immediately laughed at myself for thinking it.My emotions were tangled. I drew in a deep breath and said softly, “You said you’re willing to marry me. Do you really understand what marriage means?“It’s not as simple as eating together or playing games.”I held his dark eyes in mine.He nodded rapidly with a bright, foolish grin, then pulled me up and spun me in place.Joy radiated from him so strongly that it reached me.Smiling, I took his hand, and together we went to register our marriage.During the photoshoot, he smiled so hard his eyes nearly disappeared. The photographer reminded him several times not to look so excited. He reacted warily to the stranger, glaring and lifting his fist as if to strike.My heart tightened. I grabbed the hem of his jacket.Unexpe

Chapter 3

When I saw the scene before me, I staggered and grabbed the doorframe to keep myself from collapsing.As I remembered the years of coldness he had shown me, something like a surge of electricity ripped through my body, then a sharp pain followed by a hollow numbness.The love I once felt for this man drained away completely.I showed the marriage certificate to him.“Don’t worry. I won’t come again. “From now on, nothing about your life has anything to do with me.“There’s no need for a wedding either. “And if there is one, it would be between my husband and me.”Charlie froze, disbelief twisting his expression.“Are you insane, Kendall? You actually registered a marriage with that lunatic?“Ridiculous! When you divorce him and marry me, wouldn’t that make me the fool who married a used woman?”Even now, that was all he cared about.As if, after everything, the worst disaster he faced was the possibility that the great heir of the Boyds might have to marry a second‑hand b

Chapter 4

I returned to the bridal suite. The only lights still on in the villa were in the guest rooms.Conrad pressed his hands to his chest, the corner of our marriage certificate peeking out.He fixed his gaze on the doorway. The moment he saw me enter, his eyes lit up.My gloom lifted, and I walked toward him.“You’re still awake? It’s so late.”He grinned.“I was waiting for you!” he said brightly.My heart softened, and I brushed his cheek.“Sometimes I have things to do. Go to bed on your own when it’s time. Don’t force yourself to stay up.”Conrad obediently went to wash up. I stepped onto the balcony and saw messages from Charlie.[You just had to find a lunatic to annoy me with, huh? You’re always causing trouble![Listen, reflect on yourself immediately, and apologize properly—maybe I’ll still want you.]The corner of my mouth twitched.Before, if his tone hardened even slightly, I would have scrambled to appease him.Now, it just struck me as ridiculous.Too laz

Chapter 5

“Harassing another person’s bride in public isn’t appropriate, is it?”All eyes turned to the man behind me.Conrad stood in a bespoke wedding suit, tall and statuesque.His bright eyes scanned the lawn as he strode toward me with long, purposeful steps.From expression to posture, there was not a trace of the wild, unhinged madness he had shown before.For a moment, everyone was silent.“You lunatic! Why are you here instead of the mental hospital? You really think you can be Kendall’s husband?”“I am her husband!”Charlie sneered and swung his fist at Conrad, but his punch met a firm, unyielding hand.Conrad didn’t even flinch. With a single push, he sent Charlie flying to the side, where he collided with the fountain’s edge.Drenched in cold water, his face a mask of shock.“You dare strike me?” he fumed.In his mind, a deep-seated belief had taken root: Conrad was nothing but a punching bag.He could hit or kick him whenever he pleased, and Conrad would just take it.

Chapter 6

Conrad’s father had never been a mere driver for the Boyds. He was his mother’s first love—the true first husband.Years ago, the Boyds’ eldest daughter had fallen for a poor young man, insisting on marriage and children despite her parents’ objections.But after only a few years, she transferred her affections to another man and bore Charlie, a half-brother to Conrad.When her lover rose in status, Conrad and his father became the Boyds’ drivers—the chauffeur and his son. Twelve years passed like that.One day, Conrad returned home from school only to hear the tragic news: his father had died in a car accident.He rushed to the morgue and saw his father’s shattered, twisted body and fainted instantly.Even in his unconscious haze, he overheard his mother speaking with her lover.It had not been an accident at all. The brakes had been tampered with deliberately.The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived.Charlie’s mother, thou

Chapter 7

“What the hell did you do, Conrad? Why did the police come after my dad? Tell me the truth!” Charlie barked.Though Conrad shared his imposing height of nearly six feet, his gaze looked down on Charlie like one would a mere ant. “You think he was just taken in?” Conrad asked coldly.“He will face prison time, perhaps even an execution. Those who take lives must pay for them; it has always been this way.“Your shouting changes nothing. The evidence is unshakable. You might as well go and see your dad one last time.”His words struck like a blade, slicing through Charlie’s pretended composure.The strained, desperate voice of his father pleading over the phone still echoed in his ears. Charlie’s body wavered. He grabbed the nearest chair for support, trembling, before collapsing with a thud onto the floor. Tears and snot mixed into a miserable smear across his face.For the first time in his life, he begged the man he had long looked down on.“N-no… Conrad, I’m sorry! I kn

Chapter 8

The case moved quickly, and within half a month, Charlie’s father received the death sentence.Charlie exhausted himself running from office to office, spending all his savings to hire the most prestigious team of lawyers. Yet eloquence could never outweigh hard evidence.I sat beside Conrad in the gallery. When the judge delivered the solemn verdict, a long breath escaped from deep in his chest. I held his cold fingers, and he tightened his grip around mine.After we left the courthouse, we bought white chrysanthemums and carnations. Together, we went to a quiet corner of the hillside cemetery and found his father’s grave.Tears fell onto the flowers one by one. Conrad slowly knelt and whispered, “Did you hear, Father? That evil man is finally getting what he deserves. I did it…”I knelt beside him and stayed silently at his side.His broad shoulders trembled. My heart softened, and I reached out to half-embrace him.Perhaps proposing marriage during the wedding pro

Chapter 9

In less than a month, Charlie burned through the last of his money and couldn’t pay the next month’s rent.The landlord showed no mercy and threw him and his few remaining belongings out onto the street.With nowhere to go, he carried two battered bags and crouched beneath an overpass.A few pedestrians walked past and tossed loose change at him.His features twisted as he cried, yet he still reached out and picked up those crumpled bills.Then he bought a few steamed buns and devoured them like a starving man.He spent his last coins on a bus fare and rode all the way to the building where my company stood.By then, his clothes hung off him in tatters, covered in dust.The security guard refused to let him in.He no longer had his former pride. At the guard’s scolding, he recoiled and shrank back, then squatted at the corner near the company building, waiting until I got off work.As soon as I stepped outside, a figure rushed toward me.His lips were cracked, his hair dis

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