All Chapters of When Trouble Meets Mr. Perfect: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Beckett ~“Fifty million, and I want my name out of Epilet files.”I stared at the fifty million dollar cheque Edgar Jones had just slapped on my desk, to remove his name from the Epilet files.I rubbed my jaw. Edgar Jones is one of the darkest men to ever exist. Behind his powerful political career, which is now going to be ruined, he is a monster.Yes, I save a lot of bad doings. I cover up crimes, but there are some conditions. Those crimes must not be human trafficking, rape, pedophilia, and all third-degree crimes.Because by the end of my life, I still want to stand with pride in front of God. I cannot sacrifice that.And what would my wife think about me? My mind involuntarily drifted to her. My mind is fully corrupted by her thoughts, and I hate it.That woman is dangerous. She has the ability to manipulate me, which no one was able to do but her. She tried to play the victim card of being poor.The whole boardroom was looking at me as if I am some wife torturer. God, my wife…

Krystalina ~“Take these nutrients every day in the morning.”I took the bottle of supplements from my mother-in-law’s hands and read the label 'Shalcal X5'. Cool. These are calcium and other supplements, my dad used to take. I know them by heart. But why is she giving them to me?“Why do you care?” I asked. Because this woman hates me to the core, and she didn’t care when I fell. She didn’t even come to see me in the hospital.She didn’t even apologize to me for that day, even after my husband told her to. Liang Xu gives me updates on everything this bitch does. She is my personal newspaper.My mother-in-law smiled, a shallow, cruel one.“I care about my grandbaby, dear. I only want the best for it. Make sure you take care of yourself…” she said, letting her gaze roam over my casted leg.A shiver rolled down my spine. This woman is dangerous. Her whole vibe is dark. But at least she cares about her grandbaby. Wait… how does she know?Oh yeah, my husband told her that we are trying fo

Beckett ~I just hope my kid doesn't get as filthy a mouth as my wife. Jesus, that woman has no control over her filthy mouth."Just like your cock jumps at the mere sight of me... you sure have good control."Her words echoed in my head, and fury bubbled inside me. How could she be so insolent? I wish I had control over my manhood too.And now she has become more bold after shifting into my father's house.Last night, I once again slept on the couch because she decided to wet my side of the bed and said it was her urine. Though it wasn't.But why is she so childish? I just don't understand. At her age, I had won my first case, and I was just so disciplined and mature. But now, my discipline is gone, so is my maturity, and it's all because of her.I have started to become like her.Two weeks ago, when she was perfectly fine, she threw a bucket full of water on me just because I told her to remove her hair from the drainage.But like a petty and misbehaved woman she is... she poured th

Krystalina~There has to be something wrong with me. Maybe I am not pretty enough, or maybe I am really intolerable that every man who comes into my life chooses someone else over me.But I thought Beckett was different. I thought he was a man of virtues and morals, and now, seeing him in bed, ruffling the hair of another woman, I realised that he is just like other men.My fingers thrummed to hold that bitch’s short hair, knot them into my hood, and twist them so hard that they ripped out of her dumb fucking head.And I wanted to break my husband’s nose for giving her the smile he never gave me. He is always angry with me, always growling at me; he never gave me his beautiful smile that would make me see heaven.Something raw burned inside me, my inner demons howling to release themselves and pounce at that bitch. I have never felt this violent in my whole life.I slowly walked inside, not saying anything. Because am I allowed to say anything in this household? I sold my soul to my c

Krystalina~I flipped the pancake with the spatula. I just hope Miranda likes these strawberry pancakes I am making for her as an apology.I shouldn't have lost control last night. After all, not every man and woman together is in a supposed relationship. They can be siblings, just like my husband and Miranda.Oh God, I still feel so ashamed and embarrassed for what I did last night. She must be thinking I am some crazy retard to attack a stranger."Good morning, my sister-in-law." Ethan pecked my cheek before moving beside me, dipping his finger in the strawberry cream."How many siblings are you exactly? Every time I breathe, I meet a new sibling of my husband..."He shrugged before sucking the tip of his finger, letting out a small hum. "I am the single child of Mom and Dad... but I do have four half-siblings. Miranda is two years younger than Beckett and a year older than me. We have two elder sisters, three years older than Beckett—they are twins, Kimberly and Leslie..."He went