Crazy but sweet

 LOLA'S POV

 "I said I'm not sick!" I yelled my lungs out as Jolie kept bringing the syringe closer.

 "Stop lying," he said, rolling his eyes.

 I did the only reasonable thing—I bit his arm.

 "Ahh!" He winced, loosening his grip for just a second.

 That was all I needed. I jumped off the bed like a trained ninja and ran straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I twisted the lock with trembling fingers. Gosh! That was close.

 "Come out, Lola. I'm not going to inject you, I promise," he said in an annoyingly sweet tone.

 "Liar!" I yelled, still breathless.

 He laughed. "I fucking promise not to inject you."

 Hmm. I don’t trust this guy.

 "I'm spending the night in here!" I declared.

 He sighed. "Didn’t Mom tell you about the ghost in this house? There’s a ghost that roams around at night and possesses people with strong hearts."

 What?

 "Won’t it possess you then?! You’re cruel, and your heart is as strong as a stone!" I snickered.

 "What?!" he scoffed. "I have a very weak heart. I’m not as fierce as you. You literally burned my car!"

 I gasped. Oh my God. It's true. I am strong-hearted. The ghost… where is it?!

 "You’re lying, Jolie," I jibed, narrowing my eyes.

 "You’re so stubborn! But if your period really hurts that much, let me know. Anyway, suit yourself." He walked out of the room.

 My heart skipped a beat. Was it just me, or did Jolie actually sound concerned for my well-being?

 Then—grrrrlll.

 I clutched my stomach. Damn. I should have eaten dinner before faking sick.

 I sat on the floor, trying not to look at the creepy shadows around me. The bathroom was not a comforting place to spend the night. Unfortunately, something caught my eye—my towel. The same clean, white towel I had changed this morning.

 Wait.

 What’s that?

 It looked like… cream had been smeared on it.

 Who could it be?

 It couldn’t be our house helper. That sucker!

 I sniffed the towel.

 Mmmh… I’m not that naïve. That pervert just used my towel to jerk himself off!

 @@novelbin@@

 Just watch out, sucker.

 I folded the towel neatly and slipped it into his drawer, among his other large towels. I smiled to myself. Let's see how he likes that!

 After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was starving. My tummy wouldn’t shut up.

 Slowly, I opened the bathroom door and peeked into the room. No sign of hubby.

 Perfect.

 I tiptoed out, moving like a trained spy, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly prepared a sandwich, some fries, and a glass of warm milk. I ate greedily, stuffing my face until I felt full and satisfied.

 Just then…

 "Lola…"

 I froze.

 A chill ran down my spine.

 "Lola…"

 I shuddered and looked around the kitchen. Who just called my name?

 I clutched the edge of the counter. "Jolie?" I called, my voice barely above a whisper.

 No response.

 Oh God. Was he telling the truth? Is there really a ghost in this house?!

 I was about to run for my life when suddenly—

 Jolie appeared at the door.

 I nearly screamed.

 "I thought you were going to stay in there forever," he said with a smug grin. "I was just about to make preparations for a new bitch to come over."

 I scoffed. "I should have known you were the ghost!"

 I walked past him, rolling my eyes. "And as for the ‘new bitch’ part, go ahead. As long as you don’t expect to find any sane woman willing to step inside our marital home for screwing."

 He chuckled. "You have no idea how many women would love for me to screw them right in front of you while you watch."

 My mouth fell open. Huh?

 Did this man seriously just say that?

 He left the room, and I trailed after him. He laid on our bed, crossing his legs like a king.

 "Come on, go back inside the bathroom," he said, nodding towards the door.

 I glanced at it. "No way."

 Instead, I climbed into bed beside him and turned my back to him, folding my arms over my stomach.

 "Pervert," I muttered.

 He scoffed. "In your dreams. If I wanted you tonight, trust me, it wouldn’t even be a problem."

 I smirked. "I’d like to see you try."

 The moment I said that, I felt his hand on my butt.

 I flinched.

 "Jolie!" I gasped, my eyes wide.

 He chuckled darkly. "You're on your period, idiot. But tell your sweet little tight pussy its days are numbered."

 I shuddered.

 He removed his hand, and I felt a wave of relief. But deep down, a sense of dread settled over me. It’s going to go down soon… and the thought scared me.

 ---

 NEXT DAY...

 My eyes fluttered open as the bright morning sun hit my skin.

 Jolie stood near the window, next to the unveiled curtains, staring at me.

 What the hell?

 For a second, it felt eerie, like he was watching me sleep for hours.

 Then I noticed his outfit—blue suit, gold wristwatch, sleek hair.

 Damn.

 The sunlight reflected off his watch, nearly blinding me.

 I sat up. "Are you going somewhere?"

 He turned to me. "I’m going to the office. I’ll be back by five sharp. Grandpa is holding a gathering for all his grandkids."

 I blinked. Grandpa?

 "Wear something lovely and moderate. The beauty service agents will be here to get you ready. Anything else?"

 I scoffed internally. So now he's a fashion adviser too?

 "No," I muttered, resting my head back on the pillow.

 He grabbed his phone and turned to leave.

 I stared after him. Aren’t husbands supposed to give their wives goodbye kisses?

 Not Jolie.

 We weren’t like other married couples.

 Maybe we never would be.

 I sighed.

 Back in high school, I used to sit alone with my diary, writing about my dream husband.

 So many beautiful dreams. So many romantic fantasies.

 And yet, here I was—married to a jerk. My worst enemy.

 Life was truly unfair.

 ---

 SELEN’S POV...

 I parked my car a few steps away from Jolie’s house.

 I watched as he drove off, probably heading to the office.

 That meant Lola was inside.

 Perfect.

 I stepped out of my car, putting on my designer sunglasses.

 With a confident smile, I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell.

 A few seconds later, the door opened.

 And there she was.

 Lola Fayas.

 My main ticket to getting the wealth.

 Let the game begin.