Crazy but sweet

  LOLA’S POV

  "Please, I don’t want too much makeup. Keep it light and almost invisible," I said, watching the makeup artist nod in understanding.

  "Sure thing, ma’am," she replied, picking up a brush.

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  JOLIE’S POV

  I parked the car at the drive-through and stepped inside. A makeup artist was standing nearby, arranging some products.

  "Where’s Lola?" I asked keenly.

  She smiled. "Your wife is so beautiful, sir. She really doesn’t need makeup to impress anyone… Anyway, she’ll be down in a bit. Just hold on."

  I rolled my eyes.

  Apart from all the features, she’s still evil and troublesome.

  I checked the black leather gold wristwatch on my wrist. It’s almost time for that stupid gathering.

  Suddenly, I heard footsteps—slow but loud enough to command attention.

  I lifted my gaze, and the first thing I saw was a pair of white, elegant legs in glittering diamond heels. Slim, smooth legs leading up to a black dress that did very little to cover up the tempting details beneath.

  My eyes trailed upward.

  What the—

  I stared into her face.

  Looks like I married a goddess. A cunning, crazy goddess.

  I batted my lashes, shaking off the daze.

  Yep. It’s really Lola.

  She walked toward me with an air of arrogance, stopping just close enough to invade my space. She reached out, touched my chin, and closed my mouth, which—apparently—I had left hanging open.

  "You look less human when you drool," she deadpanned, smirking.

  I rolled my eyes.

  "I was just surprised you could walk in such long heels," I jaded.

  She chuckled. "You’re unpredictable, Jolie. Just compliment me already. I know you’re dying to admit you like what you see."

  I scoffed. Yeah, right.

  But… damn.

  The way the dress had a sweetheart neckline, making her full chest blossom—tempting as hell. The diamond-glittered stones around her flat stomach shimmered with every breath she took, and her hips curved in all the right ways.

  I clenched my jaw.

  "In your dreams," I scoffed. "My ex was hotter."

  Her smile vanished.

  I smirked. Got her.

  "Let’s just go to that damn gathering. Don’t embarrass yourself."

  Without warning, she whacked me on the head with her purse.

  "You’re a sucker, Jolie," she muttered behind me.

  I chuckled as I stepped out of the house and into the limousine. She joined me a few seconds later.

  My eyes flicked to the wedding ring on her finger.

  She wasn’t wearing it right.

  I reached for her hand, and she shuddered at my touch.

  What’s her deal?

  "Are you scared of me?" I asked, smirking.

  She shook her head quickly. "That’s not it… I’m just shocked that someone as wicked as you can actually hold me tenderly."

  I scoffed, fixing the diamond ring properly before dropping her hand.

  A few seconds passed in silence. Then she hesitated before speaking.

  "Um… I don’t know if I should tell you this, but… Selen visited me right after you left for work."@@novelbin@@

  I turned to her sharply.

  "I was just about to ask you about that," I said, my voice laced with irritation. "What did that bitch want?"

  She shrugged. "Nothing much. She just wanted to keep me company. But she left before you came home."

  I wasn’t surprised. I had guards everywhere.

  "Good for her," I muttered. "If I met her under my roof, I would’ve killed her for sure."

  What does that psycho want from my wife?

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  LOLA’S POV

  "Are you angry?" I asked, noticing how his mood had darkened.

  "No," he replied icily, pulling out his phone and ignoring me completely.

  The rest of the ride was unbearably quiet.

  Finally, we arrived at Daviola’s villa.

  A guard opened the limousine door for us, and we stepped out. I took a step forward, but suddenly—

  My knees felt weak.

  The world tilted, and before I could even process what was happening, I found myself falling.

  I winced, bracing for impact, expecting to crash hard against the ground.

  But the pain never came.

  I opened my eyes.

  Jolie.

  He had caught me. His grip was strong, steady, keeping me from falling. I felt his warmth against me, his scent wrapping around me like an intoxicating spell.

  He picked up my purse for me, holding me still.

  "I already got your attention for tonight, Lola Fayas," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "No need to rub it in people’s faces."

  I scoffed. "No need to make it look convincing then."

  He smirked but didn’t let go of my hand.

  Together, we walked into the house.

  The moment we entered, it was clear we were a bit late.

  The room was already filled with people—Jolie’s married cousins, a few acquaintances… and then my eyes landed on Brian and Selen.

  Selen smiled at me.

  I bit my lip.

  Jolie held onto me like I was some prized possession he refused to let wander.

  We all move

d to the grand dining hall. Jolie pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down. He took the seat beside me.

  I glanced around, noticing a missing presence.

  "Where’s your grandpa?" I asked, suddenly realizing I had never seen him in person.

  "He’s coming," Jolie replied coldly.

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  SELEN’S POV

  "You know what to do, Selen," Brian whispered behind me.

  I nodded.

  "Don’t fail this time," he added darkly.

  I swallowed hard.

  I won’t fail you, love.