All Chapters of The wife I was meant to hate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Instead, she was standing in front of me, shouting. “Don't scream at me,” I said coldly. “Then maybe you should have stopped when I was talking to you.” My jaw tightened. Did she seriously just say that? “You should watch your mouth.” “Oh, really?” she scoffed. “You splash mud all over me, drive away like I'm invisible, and now you're telling me how to speak?” I took a step closer. “You should be grateful I'm even standing here listening to you.” “Grateful?” “Yes.” She stared at me as though I had lost my mind. “You damaged my vehicle because you couldn't control your temper.” “You ignored me first!” My eyes narrowed. “You're standing in front of Alexander Blackwood, shouting at me.” “And?” I almost laughed again. The arrogance. “I don't tolerate disrespect.” “Then learn how to treat people.” I looked toward my car. The broken rear mirror was still hanging damaged from the impact. “You want me to pay for your clothes?” “Yes.” I gave he

The anger completely took over me. I slammed the door open, and my footsteps echoed throughout the mansion. The servants immediately peeped out from their rooms, curious about what was happening. But none of them dared to approach me. They knew better. I walked straight to my room, grabbed my boxing gloves, and headed for the gym. I couldn't hit her. So I let all the anger inside me out on the boxing dummy. Thud. Another punch. Thud. And another. I kept going until my breathing became heavy and my arms started to ache. But the anger wouldn't disappear. Instead, the memories came rushing back. Fifteen years ago. My parents' funeral. I was only ten years old. I remembered crying my eyes out as I watched my parents being buried. I remembered standing there helplessly while everything my father had worked so hard for was taken away from us. His empire. His wealth. His legacy. Everything. But the part that hurt the most was knowing that they

Two Months Later Selena and I had spent the past two months planning our wedding. We weren't going for anything massive. I couldn't honestly waste money on a lavish wedding just to marry her, and she didn't seem to care about the ceremony either. All that mattered to her was the money she would get from this marriage. She had told her father everything, but he was concerned about why his daughter was getting married so quickly. Whenever he questioned her, she always had an answer ready. “Dad, we've been dating for almost two years. I just never told you because I didn't know how you'd react. I love Alex.” She did everything she could to hide the truth. She couldn't let her father know that she was marrying me because she needed money for his treatment. She needed him to believe this was a marriage built on love. And eventually, the wedding day arrived. It was a success. We kept it simple. No major names in the industry knew about the wedding. Only a few of my f

Selena noticed how everything had changed my mood. “What's wrong?” “Nothing.” I brushed it off. “C'mon, get lost, you peasant,” she hissed and went downstairs to eat. But the thought still lingered in my mind. The next day, I went over to Kelvin's house to tell him everything. “Wow, wow. Wait.” Kelvin looked at me. “Did she say she let it go and was happy for them?” I nodded. “You know Stella doesn't let things go,” Kelvin said, shaking his head. “She ran over a child's feet just because he scratched her car. If she could do that to a seven-year-old, I'm sure she wouldn't just let what Cassandra did slide.” “My point exactly.” “And Selena doesn't know much.” “No. Don't ask her. You know the reason you married her still has to remain a secret.” “Of course not. I didn't tell her anything.” “So what do we do?” I asked Kelvin. He thought for a moment. “I think the only thing that can be done is to ask Whitamore himself. He's the man they both loved. He should know

I went straight to my room and called Kelvin. “Hey, Kelvin. I think you'll need to drop off Damien. The cops are unto you. Don't keep him. Jessica will fish you out.” “Just go over to the front of her house, drop him off, ring the doorbell, and drive away fast. Don't let her see you or the car, and I'm sure she won't get anything out of Damien. He's just three.” “Okay. If that's what you think is best, I'll do that immediately.” The call ended. Now I'm back to phase one. I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe I should just forget about the whole thing. What do I care, actually? The Whitamore death is none of my business. Why do I bother? THREE MONTHS LATER “You may now kiss the bride.” Kelvin lifted Mimi's veil, pulled her by the waist, and kissed her passionately. The crowd roared with laughter and cheers. Finally, they were married. If anyone deserved an award, it was me. I stood beside Kelvin at his lowest. When they had heated arguments, whenever they fought, I wa