All Chapters of When Trouble Meets Mr. Perfect: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The feeling is mutual

Krystalina~It’s almost night, and my mother hasn’t kicked me out yet. Well, don’t get me wrong. I have self-respect, and I would be deeply hurt if my mother actually threw me out but I love this home, and I really don’t want to leave.Maybe I can give her the cheque, and she’ll let me stay, because I don’t really like living alone. I like the comfort of eating homemade food. I don't want to leave her alone again.Living alone is scary.“Krystalina…mi amor (my darling).”My mother stepped into my room without even knocking. I can’t even have privacy in their own home.But wait did my mother just call me mi amor? She stopped calling me anything sweet or using nicknames after my father’s death.I looked up at her and pulled the blanket over me, hiding the contract and the cheque underneath.“Mamá”She smiled hesitantly before sitting in front of me. She chewed on her nails, a habit of hers whenever she’s bothered about something.Is this a new way to throw me out?“Mamá… is everything a

Traditional man

Krystalina ~“Why did you come here? Wasn’t it supposed to be business… I didn’t sign up for moving into your home.”I folded my arms against my chest, my eyes burning with sheer anger for him. He doesn’t know yet, but I am an old player. He can’t play me.“A wife is supposed to live with her husband… and as a traditional husband, it was my duty to bring my wife to her real home.”His wife. He has called me his wife seven times since he came to my parents’ home, and I don’t know how to feel about it.“Why did you choose me when you can have any woman? And why the marriage… you could have directly gone for surrogacy.”I wish I had asked these questions before. God, I am so dumb.He turned the steering wheel, his focus completely on the road ahead.“Even though this marriage doesn’t mean anything to me… I still want the world to know that my child has a real mother. I am a traditional man, Ms Moore.”I scoffed. Fucking hypocrite he is.Dead silence settled inside the car. None of us spo

Just an act

Krystalina~I have always been a night owl. I stay up all night and wake up late in the morning, and to be honest, it never occurred to me to change myself for anyone.But right now, I am forcing myself to get ready as fast as I can so I can go downstairs and play the role of a perfect wife.I wore a white knit dress, pairing it with brown fur boots and styling my hair in a low ponytail. I strode out of the room in a hurry.My feet thundered down the stairs at lightning speed. My heart hammered inside my chest as I heard yelling and sneering coming from the drawing room.My steps slowed now. I don’t know why, but this lady who is supposedly my husband’s mother—was making me nervous.As I entered the grand hall, her attention shifted to me. Similar brown eyes, the same as her son’s, stared back at me. No doubt she was his mother.The same cold gaze, the same sharp features, only she was a female vulture. Her black hair was pinned tightly into a sleek bun, and she was wearing the latest

Boundaries

Krystalina~“What do you think of yourself, huh?” He walked like a predator calculated and calm. Ready to devour.I clenched the hem of the bathrobe, gulping timidly.“Answer me… wife.” His cold, ruthless brown eyes gazed at me, making my skin prickle with goosebumps.“I am your wife,” I stuttered, all the confidence vanishing into thin air.A cruel smirk formed on his mouth, his gaze not averting from my face. “A contracted wife, dear… I think you forgot your place.”My place? What am I… a maid?He stopped close way too close than I would have preferred. His chest rose and fell, hot, rugged breath escaping from his mouth.“You shouldn’t forget your place, Mr Ashton… you are standing in my personal space,” I gritted, and a low, cold chuckle left him.“This is my room,” he snapped.I rolled my eyes. Biting my lip, I looked at him with an innocent expression. “I am a traditional wife. It’s my right to stay in my husband’s room.”His jaw flexed. I could literally hear his molars begging

Devil in disguise

Beckett~ I have never lost control. Ever since my childhood, I kept myself in control. Perfect grades, great in sports, a great reputation everything was in control until she came into my life. Yes, she is the one who barged inside my perfect life like a storm, invading my personal space, creating chaos in my silent world. I have been with very few women in my life, all of them were my girlfriends because I don't believe in hookup culture. I like things neat and disciplined. But I never once remember behaving like this with any of them. Like a horny teenager. She makes me lose control. I don't care about sexual intercourse my priority is my work and my family, but when she came into my life… my penis has developed its own mind. And I abhor it. The first time I saw her in a flop café of hers on Thanksgiving, she was there reading a book silently, looking so peaceful like an angel. Then the second time I saw her was a few days ago, she was crying in a dark alley, as if

Respect

Krystalina ~I love this bedI don't think I have slept this well in a long time. Maybe it is because of this mattress, which feels like clouds and cotton balls—soft and very, very plush.I rolled, feeling the warm satin sheets caressing my skin, sunrays peeking through the curtains. I don’t ever want to get up from this bed.For, the two years I was with Morgan, I spent the nights crying on his stupid hard mattress. He somehow always made sure that I cried myself to sleep.But this warm bed was all I needed.I lazily sat straight on the bed, stretching my muscles, smiling to myself at the warm, fuzzy feeling I was having inside.My gaze roamed around the big room, and my sleepy eyes slowly started to widen in shock. As now I was free, I let my eyes wander around his room.The walls were white, and the floor was clad in pristine white marble, dominated by a floor-to-ceiling glass wall. A giant TV hung opposite a plush couch, elegant paintings adorned the walls, and small plants sat ne

New Year

Krystalina ~Four days have passed.Four days since I have been ignored by my husband. Do I care?… absolutely. I have never been ignored in my life, not even Morgan the pig ignored me.But my husband did, and it is irking me to no extent.The silence of his anger is suffocating me. I like peace and a positive environment, but he is giving me stress, and it is not good for my youthful skin.He comes and goes without even acknowledging my presence. He doesn't say a word, but every now and then he would growl.We don't sleep in the same bed anymore, he sleeps on the couch while I sleep on the bed. He showers before I even wake up and comes home late.Not that I care… but if he wants to pretend in front of his mother that we are a perfect couple in love, then he will have to leave his grumpy ass behind.Today is New Year, and he still hasn't said anything about insemination.What if he sends me back? Or worse, takes those three million dollars from me. Fuck. I will be doomed.No matter ho

The wedding

Krystalina~"You will behave."I slowly turn my head to my side, my eyes narrowing. Did I hear him correct? Or are my diamond-clad ears ringing?"Woof woof," I barked, sarcastically and rolled my eyes before turning my face to look over the closed window."What the—" he stopped himself from cursing, like always, and I know he is clenching his jaw while shooting daggers at me with his eyes.Dead silence filled the car as none of us spoke. Good. I am not in the mood to listen to his bullshit.Today was a weird day for me. His sperm might still be racing in my belly, trying to infuse with my eggs, and if it succeeds… bam… I will become a mother or whatever.We are sitting on either side of the corners of the back seat, and Mr Alvarez is chauffeuring us to the venue. I don't understand how he can put up with my husband's grumpy, stupid ass. I am already stressed.The car stopped in front of someone's mansion. I got out of the car and smoothed my butter-yellow long dress. I adjusted my whi

Bleeding

Krystalina~My eyes welled with tears, and my knees felt weak. I gripped his arm, blinking back the tears from falling. The wounds that I thought I had stitched well were now cracked open.Bleeding.I was bleeding from inside, my heart aching, and the embarrassment that his betrayal caused me lit inside me again.Nancy walked down the aisle with her father in a beautiful white gown with embellishments of real white roses. Her face was covered with a white veil, but I could see the smile on her face.She looked beautiful and perfect.Something that I could never be. How cruel can God be? They wronged me and humiliated me even when I gave my level best.Still they were the ones getting their perfect wedding, something I would never have.“Stop crumpling my suit.”I looked at my husband, my eyes burning with sudden anger at him. Is that all he could think of—his stupid suit—while I was here breaking apart?“Go to hell,” I snapped.And thank God the bride and groom were done kissing, and

Cold

Krystalina~He wrapped his arms around my waist and didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Nancy’s mouth was shut, and Morgan’s eyes were down. And my heartbeat was running.His silence was enough to cut all the chaos.He didn’t even acknowledge them—no more congratulations, no goodbyes, nothing. Holding my hand, he pulled me with him. Away from them.He pulled the car door open for me, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the door. I quickly slid inside and settled myself on the leather seat.'Mr Ashton loves Mrs Krystalina Moore Ashton' was still scratched on the leather seats.Shame burned inside me. It was so childish of me to do this.But why didn’t he change them?My breath hitched as he leaned toward my side, but not once did he look at me. He stretched the seatbelt and secured me with it, his movements swift and calm.I wanted to talk to him and tell him thank you for saving me today from that bitch Nancy, but decided to do it later. Because I don’t want to put my messy

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