Todos os capítulos de When Trouble Meets Mr. Perfect: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

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

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

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

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

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