Crazy but sweet

  LOLA’S POV

  I felt like a total loser. This is just a convenience marriage—nothing more, nothing less. That’s why Jolie doesn’t care about me. I see it now. But what do I do about this? The men I hired to act like rapists… What are they going to do now? Jolie must never know I hired them. Gosh! He told them to rape me.

  "You heartless man!"

  The one on top of me snickered, getting up.

  "Your dick deserves to be chopped off!" the other one added before turning off the video call.

  I was carried up, and the men left, looking quite astonished and disappointed—probably questioning their life choices. I wiped my hands on my skirt before running back to the mansion.

  "Jolie, I hate you!" I yelled, rushing toward him like a bull on a rampage.

  He got up from the couch and jumped over to the other side. I ran after him as he dashed toward the stairs, laughing. Oh God! What an insolent human being! He ran into our bedroom, and I followed him. I grabbed a pillow and attacked.

  I hit him on the tummy, and he fell onto the bed. I kept hitting him with the pillow until he managed to grab his own. A rough pillow fight ensued.

  "That's enough! Don’t let me hurt you," he warned and smacked the pillow on my head, making my hair a total mess.

  "You really wanted them to touch me! You're a monster!" I rasped and slammed my pillow right into his face. Thank God the pillows were thick and not soft—he deserves it!

  "You're going to give me a headache!" he yelped.

  I raised the pillow high, ready to whack him again, but he grabbed me by the waist and carried me up, making me drop the pillow.

  "Jolie!" I screamed, my legs dangling in the air.

  "You want me dead. How can you wish death upon me, you virgin psycho?" he growled, walking toward the bathroom with me still on his shoulder.

  "What are you doing?!" I yelled.

  "Relax. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never invite strangers onto my property to threaten me again."

  He dropped me in the empty bathtub and ran for the tap. Before I could say "jerk-off," he opened it—cold water gushed over me like I had just insulted Poseidon himself.

  "Jolie! You're going to regret this!" I yelled, trying to stand up.

  I heard him laughing near me, enjoying my suffering.

  "I wished they raped you. I would have earned a lot of money from recording you scream," he said casually, as if we were discussing the weather.

  "Is that so…"

  "Yes, I would have loved to see them pop that cherry you treasure so much."

  I felt like crying. I value my virginity; that’s why I always prayed to lose it to a decent man—not a sucker like Jolie.

  "Dream on," I spat.

  "I'm not dreaming; I’m just surprised that, that cherry will be mine."

  "I’ll tell your mom what you did. Everything!" I yelled helplessly.

  "Yeah… whatever. Goodnight, Lola," he said as he left the room, slamming the door shut.

  "Jolie! The night is cold! I might freeze to death!" I banged on the door.

  "Get comfy. See you in the morning, wifey," he called back, amused.

  Like a haunting video, the horrible memory replayed in my mind. Jolie's bitches.

  The day they locked me up in the washroom when Jolie was expelled from school. I was released the next day by the janitor. Gosh! Jolie is so evil. I knew it was all his doing. Back then, I was a little naive girl.

  I have to show this monster what Lola is capable of... Tomorrow is the day!

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  SELEN'S POV

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  "Brian, please..." I cried, knocking on his door.

  He locked me out. He said if I don’t get rid of Lola, he’ll break up with me. I can't live without him. He’s all I’ve got. I left my family because of him. And now he's treating me like an outcast.

  "Please, baby, I promise I'll do things right. Please just let me sleep beside you. I love you, Brian," I whimpered, feeling shattered.

  The door finally opened, revealing his annoyed face. He walked back inside and flopped onto his bed.

  Thank God!

  I followed him and lay down, trying to distance myself so he wouldn’t get mad.

  "Come closer," he said.

  I turned to see him staring at me. I sniffled and rolled toward him. He wrapped his arms around me.

  "Wipe those ugly tears, Selen. I don't like seeing you cry."

  All I’m saying is, you need to set things right. We need the wealth, babe. Don’t you want to be the richest couple in the whole country?" he asked.

  I nodded, wiping my tears.

  He kissed me.

  "I have a plan, but only you can carry it out," he said.

  I shuddered. What does he have in mind?

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  JOLIE'S POV

  I curled up on the bed, enjoying my sleep. I had to sleep in the guestroom.

  I admit yesterday was damn crazy.

  Suddenly, I smelled roasted corn.

  No... roasted metal?

  I turned to my side, frowning. What is that smell?

  I got up and walked to the window where the suffocating air was pouring in like it had unfinished business with my lungs.

  I touched the window knob and slightly peered outside.

  My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

  WHAT. THE. HELL?

  I practically flew downstairs.

  My heart raced like an Olympic sprinter on steroids.

  I burst outside, my chest heaving, eyes wide with horror.

  My car.

  MY. BRAND. NEW. LIMITED. EDITION. AUDI. R8.

  It was on fire.

  Actual fire.

  Not metaphorical fire. Not a "this car is so hot" kind of fire.

  Actual flames.

  I froze. My breath caught in my throat. I must be hallucinating.

  I smacked my face. Nope. Not a dream.

  I gasped dramatically, pointing at the burning vehicle. "Who the hell set my car on fire?!"

  No answer.

  A few of my guards rushed out, equally stunned.

  Lola casually strolled up to me, her hands behind her back.

  She looked at the burning car. Then at me. Then back at the car.

  Then she grinned.

  "Good morning, hubby."

  I turned to her, my jaw clenched.

  "Lola... WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

  She tilted her head innocently.

  "Me?" she gasped. "Jolie, how dare you accuse me? I am but a fragile, innocent woman."

  I glared at her.

  "Lola. I will kill you."

  She took a step back, giggling. "Oops."

  I growled.

  "LOLA!!!"

She bolted, laughing like a maniac.

  I chased after her, rage coursing through my veins.

  This woman.

  This crazy, ridiculous, infuriating woman.

  She burned my car.

  SHE. BURNED. MY. CAR.

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  And that’s how my morning started—with a charred luxury vehicle and an annoying wife running for her life.

  God help me.