Novel & Cerita World's Ugliest Couple

“You’re braver than I ever gave you credit for.” “Maybe,” she replied. “Or maybe I’m just done being afraid.” That evening, they released a single, simple statement—no drama, no denial. A photo of them together, hands intertwined, accompanied by a brief message affirming their marriage and commitment. The response was immediate. Some skepticism. Some curiosity. But also support. More importantly, clarity. That night, they sat on the terrace again, the city glowing beneath them. Ethan wrapped an arm around Lydia’s shoulders, pulling her close.

"Seriously? If you two weren’t a perfect match, I don’t know who is. Bryant, look at this—he even sounds exactly like someone else I know. So self-absorbed!" The worst part? They were shamelessly showing off their love right in front of two single men. They had survived an earthquake. They had survived a mudslide. But they hadn’t survived getting force-fed dog food.

I faced both of them to explain and to stop nagging. "Guys let's make things clear, I don't have a relationship with Dave Arkiel and we will never have a relationship because he has a girlfriend and another one whatever we have now we are meeting, or even talking. That's because we need to stop the marriage arrangement . Because we both didn't like that. So please stop teasing us. He already has a girlfriend and I don't want to ruin whatever they have." I explained to my two naughty friends. "Fine." They both said at the same time.

And as I closed my eyes in the dark, a terrifying, beautiful image flashed behind my eyelids—the memory of a sleek black motorcycle, a rough leather jacket, and a pair of dark, obsessive eyes that had promised to burn my husband's world to the ground. God help me, because the nightmare was officially in the open, and I knew exactly whose dangerous hands I wanted to run to.

To the outside world, they were the community's model couple. But the so-called perfect marriage had rotted from within. The walls in this neighborhood were thin. From my balcony, I often overheard their nightly battles. "Jeremy! If it weren't for your harebrained idea back then, would we be in this mess?" "You gave birth to two freaks! How are we supposed to live like this?" "You're the one who's useless! And you dare blame me?" "Useless, am I? If I were useless, how are Sammy and Scott perfectly healthy?"

However, even after being raided by the police, they haven’t learned their lesson and continue to commit these crimes. They don’t deserve to live alongside other people because, in truth, they aren’t human. In fact, they’ve kept that man imprisoned on Skull Island for years. They’re the epitome of people who lack empathy, are greedy, and will do anything for their own personal gain. They should burn in hell for hurting so many people.

She came to a stop near a park, where the sparse crowd allowed her some solitude. Seating herself on a bench, Isabel became an embodiment of emotionlessness, giving way to a torrent of tears the next moment. Despite her rational mind urging her not to care, her vulnerable heart insisted on feeling the opposite. The sight of her newly married husband reveling in happiness with another woman was something Isabel couldn't ignore. "Why? Why did this have to happen to me? Why am I the one deemed the ugliest?" she whispered to herself, placing blame on her skin condition. Isabel couldn't escape the memories of Mason's disdain and cruelty towards her imperfections. Now, he had escalated to infideli

His voice was a low growl, barely audible. “You’re mine, Elena,” he said quietly, as if making a promise to himself. “And I swear… no one’s ever touching you again.” Outside, the world kept spinning, blind to the truth. Reporters fought for front row positions outside the estate’s gates, drones hovered over the perimeter, and the name Thorne trended worldwide with hashtags of mourning and conspiracy. But inside, the “dead” husband and wife lay side by side in the quiet safety of the estate’s medical wing, one watching, one still trapped in darkness.

The latter glared right back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You filthy scumbag, who are you calling an accomplice?" he snapped. "Everyone here knows exactly what kind of trash you and your woman are. Don't act like some loving couple. You two are the biggest joke in the room!" He snorted, continuing, "You really are a perfect pair of lowlifes—one ditching their girlfriend the second they climb up the ladder, and the other sneaking around with her lover and falling off cliffs. People like you are a waste of oxygen."

"I'm sure Fabian would be great at cheating. His standards and quality are too high—that's the difference between me and you." "I chose someone to be my husband with high quality and perfect to use, like Fabian Martinez. I just wonder what quality your second-hand husband that you stole has. As far as I know, in his several years in the industry, he hasn't won a single award. A little more and I'll think he's just an extra in his movie projects, or the audience doesn't like him since none of his movies became popular." With that insult, she suddenly grabbed her hair. "How dare you brag! Who are you to say that about Victor! Monster!"