Lahat ng Kabanata ng Going Berserk Over a Hijacked Hotel Membership: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Nyla Burdette, my wife, nearly made me laugh out loud with her excuse.When my uncle, Eric Fuller, took over as the CEO of the hotel, he called me right away and told me that, for my birthday gift, he'd specially reserved a lifetime VIP card that waived all room charges.The card was bound to me, and no one else could use it.But now the hotel was calling me, saying that I'd checked into the presidential suite last night and had even used the condoms in the room.I triple-checked with them, and the front desk firmly insisted that it was me—Bryce Sheehan—who had checked in.I couldn't swallow this indignity, especially since when I first mentioned wanting to go try out the hotel, Nyla had rolled her eyes at me and snapped, "Isn't the house big enough for you? Why must you insist on staying in a hotel? I've never seen someone as wasteful as you!"But Uncle Eric had gifted me this VIP card. Why shouldn't I be allowed to use it?The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, so I d

Nyla let go of Craig's hand, strode straight toward me, and slapped me hard across the face."Have you no shame, Craig Dickson? Just because you wanted a full-time position after your internship and tried to hint at sleeping your way in—and I rejected you—you've been holding a grudge ever since. And now, you even dare to harass my husband publicly?"I clutched my swollen, burning cheek, staring at her in disbelief.The woman in front of me felt terrifyingly unfamiliar. Just before I came to the hotel, she'd still been pretending to know nothing over the phone, gently telling me not to overthink things in that usual patient manner of hers.And now, just a short time later, she could lie through her teeth without batting an eyelid and even raise her hand against me.So she really had two faces all along.Looking back, the signs were always there. She only lit up when I bought her the latest designer items, but when it came to the scientific research achievements I had poured my hea

The reverential way Fiona greeted him confirmed Uncle Eric's identity as her superior.The crowd that had just been sneering at me with disdain now exchanged uneasy glances, their faces filled with shock and embarrassment."No way… He wasn't lying?""So his wife really brought her lover here and had him pretend to be the husband? Is she even human?""My goodness. She helped the boy toy bully her own husband and even hit him. What a piece of trash."The tide of public opinion instantly reversed.Those traveling with their children and partners felt an instinctive disgust toward cheaters, and their words grew increasingly harsher.The security guards also awkwardly loosened their grip on me, not daring to touch me again.Uncle Eric looked sorry for me. He wanted to crouch down and help me up, but before he could reach me, Nyla grabbed his arm.She plastered a fawning yet panicked smile on her face and forcefully shook his hand. "Mr. Fuller, I'm so sorry for causing trouble at yo

Nyla stood at the doorway, her expression stormy. There wasn't a trace of guilt in her eyes—only accusation and anger.She stormed over to the bedside in a few quick steps and jabbed her finger at me as she snarled, "Bryce Sheehan, why didn't you tell me earlier that your parents run Sheehan Group? If you had told me sooner, I wouldn't have offended both the Sheehans and the Fullers!"Now look what happened! The company forced me out. Everything I have is ruined! Are you happy now?"Her shamelessness made me sick to my stomach."I told you," I said, enunciating each word clearly. "More than once. It was you who never had the patience to listen. You were the one who thought my family matters were irrelevant."Nyla Burdette, you brought all of this on yourself!"My words struck a nerve, and she lashed out even more hysterically. "You're blaming me? If you hadn't spent all your time buried in the lab, turning yourself into an unkempt mess of a man who only cared about your stupid bo

"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not," I said, closing my eyes, no longer wanting to look at Nyla's nauseating face. "You don't get a say."Eventually, she and Craig were taken away by the police.During the days I stayed in the hospital, my parents and Uncle Eric took turns staying with me. They were very careful and never once mentioned Nyla. Instead, they tried every possible way to cheer me up, afraid that this incident would leave a scar in my heart.On the day I was discharged, Mom held my hand, her eyes slightly red. "Bryce, come home and stay with us. Your dad… He really misses you. Let's have a family dinner together, okay?"I noticed the new fine lines that had appeared at the corners of her eyes, and I felt a tight ache in my chest.I was grateful to them. Growing up, I never lacked for or worried about anything. Their only wish for me was to be safe and happy.But after I grew up, I stubbornly threw myself entirely into research. There was a certain danger asso