Chapter 6 Shall I divorce her

She twisted her wrists which were held tightly by Marimo. "No one ever kicked me," he said sternly and gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Martinez should not have touched me without my permission. If he had not touched me, then I would not have kicked him," she straightforwardly said. "When someone touches you inappropriately, it's called harassment," she cleared him and stood up.

"What if the person is your wife?" Marimo asked and got up.

"That's also harassment. Mr. Martinez has tricked me into this marriage. I was told that he's in a vegetative state," she asserted.

Marimo walked to the bed and settled on it. His one leg over the other and he gestured to Julia to sit beside him.

"Mr. Martinez can tell me from here," she stated in a firm tone.

"Keep three things in your mind: First, call me Marimo. Second, don't infuriate me if you don't want to bear the consequences. Third, don't expect love from me."

Julia got confused when she heard the last two statements.

"Who wants the love of a jerk like you?" She snapped at him. "Infuriate you!" A chuckle escaped her mouth and she started to laugh. "I love to make people mad. Will you throw me out of the house? Then, I am ready for that too," she said with utter annoyance.

"I should be the one, who should sue you for tricking me into this marriage!" She lost her temper.

"What did you say? Watch your words, Little Chick!" He warned her and rose to his feet.

"Stop calling me Little Chick, You Bastard!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Because of your trick, my life got ruined," she screamed at him.

Julia had full right to be angry. Why did he lie in the first place? If he had not lied, then she would not have been married to him! Sofia refused to marry Marimo because he was in a vegetative state!

"Did you call me a bastard?" He looked angry. It seemed he would explode anytime on her. But she didn't care. It would be great if he would throw her out of this room. Then, she would leave the house and live separately, somewhere far, starting her new life.

"Yes. You are a bastard and a pervert too," she admitted.

Marimo could not believe his ears. He walked to her and put his palm on her nape, drawing her close to him.

"Say once more and I will show you what a pervert does!" Marimo challenged her.

She opened her mouth to speak when he crashed his lips onto hers. She immediately placed her hands on his chest to push him away, but he was too strong for her. She bit his lip hard and he mewled in pain before withdrawing from the kiss.

She raised her hand and it slapped his right cheek. Hard.

She covered her mouth with her palm and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Marimo scrunched his nose, placed his thumb on his bottom lip, and glared into her eyes. But seeing the tears in her eyes, he felt guilty. He should have explained to her, instead of getting this angry. However, it was not his fault entirely.

He stepped back and soon dashed out of the room. The doors banged and it intimidated her. More tears streamed down her eyes. Why did this happen to her? Why did her family not stop it when they found out about it? Why did they let her marry Marimo?

Marimo got into his Ferrari car and drove out of the mansion. He could not stay with that woman anymore. He thought that she was different from the others. But she turned out to be selfish.

"So, this was the reason that she agreed to this marriage immediately. She thought after my death, she would inherit most of the property of mine," he murmured and accelerated the car's speed.

He thought finally he found a woman, who would be more interested in him, but he was wrong. Agreeing to this marriage was a disaster for him. He waited for four years, created such a lie among people and he finally got this.

He slowed down the speed as he reached the riverside when he pulled it down by the driveway. He got out of the car and stood by the bonnet. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

What he had thought and what happened. He was never called a bastard or a pervert. Two things he hated in the people: trying to act extraordinarily different and trying to defy him.

In Julia's case, it was both!

"Shall I divorce her?" He mumbled.

"No. Not a chance. Also, if I don't look at her, it will be much better. The only thing I need to do is to shift from the mansion for a while. So, there won't be much problem," he stated and put his hands inside his pockets.

He looked at the large river and admired its beauty. Who would have thought that he had to spend his wedding night this way? He got slapped which had irked him more than anything.

He sneezed because of the cool winds that blew near the river. Turning, he went back into the car and pressed the button to recline back on it.

He didn't go home because if he did, two things would happen: either he would throw out that arrogant, feisty woman who was her wife now, out of the mansion or he would fight with her. Burying his anger deep inside his heart, he closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep.

But was it possible for Marimo to get a good sleep after what happened? No, right? He called his secretary, Emilio Diag, after taking out his phone from his pocket.

To his surprise, Emilio didn't answer his call.

"Dammit! Why is he not answering my calls?" He muttered and gritted his teeth. "I have to replace this secretary asap," he said in anger and opened the search engine. He typed Julia Sanchez and looked if he could find anything about her.