Crazy but sweet

 JOLIE POV...

 I got up and walked to the bathroom. I opened the shower, and suddenly, springs of frozen water showered on me. "Lola!" I growled.

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 LOLA POV...

 I went back into the room, confused by what Jolie's mom said. Does Jolie know? That my grandpa needs a child? Because it appears he knows about his parents' intentions.

 I entered the room. Jolie was already dressed in a blue suit. He didn't look angry like a person who was just washed with frozen water a few minutes ago... Weird. Didn't I set the tap well?

 "Go get ready. We're going somewhere—Mom's orders," he said, and I went numb.

 "Mom's orders?" I repeated in my mind.

 I didn't say a word but just left for the bathroom. I opened the shower. What?! A spring of cold water poured on me.

 I turned angrily at Jolie. "You jerk!" I rasped. He smirked.

 As he walked towards me, I tensed upon meeting his eyes. It was like he was undressing me.

 "Holy shit." I shrieked loudly.

 I was completely naked in front of Jolie. He started laughing at my embarrassed self. I was about to slap him when he caught my hand and pinned me against the doorframe, his thick leg between my thighs.

 "Unless you want me so..."

 I quickly shut him up with my free hand over his mouth. "The water is cold."

 "You started it. Now go get ready and meet me in the car in ten minutes," he said and left the room. I hissed. He's such a sucker.

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 We arrived at the so-called place—a restaurant. We got down and walked inside like total strangers. I followed Jolie to a table. He sat on his chair while I sat opposite him.

 "Why did Mom ask us to come here?" I asked, perplexed.

 "She wants us to go on a fucking date. Don't ask me why," he replied coldly.

 A waiter walked up to us, and we placed our orders.

 "You should have told me we were going on a date. I would have worn something much more appropriate and better than this," I pointed out, staring at the baggy jean overalls and red shirt I was wearing. I freaking look like a delivery guy.

 "Like you have anything good enough on your body to look at. Your boobs are nothing compared to normal wives. Let me not even speak of your ass," he scoffed.

 He just body-shamed me. Just like his bitches used to back in high school. Jolie will never change. Why did I agree to marry him in the first place? I hate him.

 "You're such a sucker!" I said angrily and touched the back of his palm, which was on the table. I gripped one of his fingers and squeezed it.

 "Ouch! Leave me alone, you crazy woman!" he rasped.

 I let go of his finger, sure I had twisted the bone in it.

 "I hate you, Jolie Daviola," I said bluntly.

 "I love you more, Lola Fayas," he replied, staring at his hurting finger.

 There's no way I'm making a baby with this guy. I will never let him touch me.

 The waiter brought our food and set it before us. I didn't touch the fork just yet. I watched Jolie with scorn as he enjoyed his spicy steak. I'll deal with him for sure.

 I got up with my purse. "I need to use the restroom, Jolie," I said.

 He smirked. "I fucking don't care," he said emotionlessly.

 I left and asked a waiter I met for the back exit. He gave me directions, and I took the path. I was now standing outside the restaurant. The insults I got from Jolie today are driving me nuts. He's going to regret marrying me. That's a promise.

 I turned to leave but bumped into someone. I gasped upon seeing his face. "Sam!"

 He looked surprised to see me too. We hugged briefly. Man, I missed him!

 "Lola! Oh my God! You look lovely," he said in his British accent.

 I smiled. "You look good too."

 Then I remembered Jolie. He might pop out of nowhere anytime.

 "I'm sorry, but I have somewhere to go," I said.

 He nodded. "No problem. It's been so long. Let's hang out sometime," he offered.

 I nodded and gave him one of my best smiles before running off. Sam! What's he doing here?

 He used to be my study pal at school. He always had my back when Jolie's stupid bitches attacked.

 I never thought I'd see him in person again—we only communicated over the phone after they moved away.

 "Wow! The world is such a small place."

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 BRIAN POV...

 I jerked up from my bed in fright.

 I just had the craziest dream.

 Lola had a baby with Jolie. A baby girl.

 "Gosh!" I can't let that happen! I have to do something about that marriage of theirs.

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 JOLIE POV...

 Where's that annoying wife of mine?

 Lola had left for the restroom a long time ago but hadn't returned.

 "Where is she?" I asked no one in particular.

 I couldn't wait for her any longer. I grabbed my phone and left the restaurant.

 Some minutes later, I arrived home and headed straight to my room.

 What a fucking bitch...

 She was on the bed, sleeping. So Lola left without me, huh? She's damn selfish, and I was worried sick about her. I waited for hours, not knowing she was here sleeping!

 I went close to the bed. She looked so innocent, like she wasn't a small, virgin, scary bitch.

 My mind drifted to what her grandfather told me.

 "She must have a child before she's given everything."

 Even my old, grumpy grandpa had told me the same thing.

 If it were another lady, I would have screwed her by now. But this is Lola.

 The same girl I once touched her breasts, only to realize they were her hidden virgin treasures.

 And she's so stubborn.

 Would a good wife break her husband's index finger?

 I stared at the finger that had been hurting since.

 She rolled over, and her chest area was in view.

 I lied.

 She's fucking curvy.

 The two bouncy boobs were staring at me.

 I controlled myself and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

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 LOLA POV...

 I suddenly heard the shower running, and I woke up.

 That rude jerk is back.

 I heard his phone ringing and glanced at it.

 "Anna"

 Who is this Anna girl?

 I contemplated asking him who she was, but I remembered how I didn't tell him who Sam was yesterday.

 Is she his bitch?

 I took the phone and answered the call.

 "Jolie! Why do you keep ending and ignoring my calls?!" A girl's mellow voice yelled.

 I remained quiet.

 "Jolie... Aren't you there? What's going on?! Should we meet up?..."

 I disconnected the call, extremely confused.

 She was talking like she had owned Jolie

for years.

 What's this wicked husband of mine up to?

 My phone rang, and I picked it up.

 Ohh, Sam.

 We talked for a while, and I hung up.

 We're moving to our matrimonial home tomorrow.

 Just Jolie and me.

 Enough privacy for me to torment his soul.

 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.

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 "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

 "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 cou

rsing 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.