The Wrong Bride to Mess With novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

In my previous life. I woke up in the car feeling startled and terrified, and after marrying Julius, I harbored constant

animosity toward him.

As a result, our ten–year marriage was one based purely on hatred.

Yet, putting aside the rumors, Julius was handsome, physically strong, wealthy, powerful, and fiercely protective of his own. By marrying him, I had certainly climbed a major social ladder.

The first thing Julius said to me was, “I only have one requirement for you: obedience.”

1 immediately grasped his hand. “Darling, don’t worry. I promise I’ll be obedient from now on. If you tell me to go east, I

won’t dare go west!”

Julius paused, startled, then beckoned his assistant forward.

“Get all the necessary items for the madam,” he instructed. “My wife cannot look this shabby.”

As a result, I was showered with a massive collection of high–end luxury goods. Even diamond watches and designer bags

filled entire cabinets.

During the day. Julius handled his business, and I stayed home, constantly experimenting with new dishes to cook for him. I personally prepared all three meals, including after–dinner desserts.

At night, I transformed into a tender little kitten, catering to Julius’s every need, making sure he was completely

satisfied.

Gradually, Julius’s attitude toward me became less formal. He even started taking me to public events.

One day, my mother called me home, claiming my father was seriously ill.

The moment I walked through the door, I saw my father sprawled out on the sofa, picking his teeth. The bare bone of a large, freshly gnawed lamb chop lay on the table in front of him.

“Dad, you’re not sick?”

“If I hadn’t used that excuse, would you have even come back?”

My mother jabbed a harsh finger into my temple.

“You ungrateful daughter! You’re living the high life at the Howard house, stuffing yourself, and you completely ignore

whether your parents are dead or alive!”

‘Mom, Dad. I distinctly remember receiving a message the day I went to the Howard house.”

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“It said that regardless of how well or badly I lived, I would have no further connection to the Johnson family. It told me not to contact you, whether I lived or died.*

“Those were your exact words weren’t they? I still have that message.”

My mother glared at me. “You heartless child! Your father and I only did that because we were afraid we’d drag you

down!

“Now you’re enjoying all the fortune, and you’re just going to forget about your family, is that it?”

“Didn’t Julius give you money? As far as I know, he sends you a substantial allowance every month.”

“And this huge villa… didn’t Julius buy this for you, too? This isn’t enough? What else do you want?”

My mother’s anger intensified. “Have you forgotten you have an older sister?”

“Mom. please be careful what you say. I don’t have an older sister. I only have a younger sister, and she drowned in the

river.”

“Stop playing games with me! This is our house! Let me be perfectly clear, give your sister one hundred million dollars,

and we will never bother you again.”

“One hundred million dollars? Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?”

My father grew frantic, shouting at me.

Julius is worth billions! We’re only asking you for a hundred million! If you can’t even produce that, then you don’t

deserve to be Mrs. Howard!”

I let out a cold laugh. “I don’t have the money. And whether or not I remain Mrs. Howard is not up to you to decide!”