My Evil Husband: Love Comes After Marriage

The OY Hotel was located in the middle of the busiest area of the A City. It had a dark yellow facade and was decked with silvery, crystalline glass. It glistened brightly in the sun.

Molly Jing was in the presidential suite of the top floor of the OY Hotel. She had just taken a shower and was wrapped in a white bath towel. She idly flipped through the channels on the TV. Hearing the water running in the bathroom, she felt restless once again.

Today was her twentieth birthday. Molly Jing had already been with Vito Ouyang for two years.

Over the past two years, Molly Jing had lost all her innocence.

The water in the bathroom stopped running. She quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

A cold voice came out from right behind her.

"I'm just wondering how I've spent the best two years of my life... All caught up in you, Mr. Vito. I know how to heal my own heart, thank you very much."

Vito Ouyang's face darkened upon hearing her words.

"Ah, I see. Why don't you let me remind you just how good these last two years have been?"

Before Molly Jing could react, he had stripped her of her bath towel and it hit the floor with a soft thud.

Biting her lower lip, she moaned softly and dug her nails into the soft, white sheets.

No matter how much pain she was in, Molly Jing tried her best not to cry out.

She knew that even if she shouted herself hoarse, Vito Ouyang would not go easy on her.

Time seemed to go back to that fateful day two years ago, which was when Molly Jing's nightmare began.

It was September 17th.

She was in class at that time. She had only been in the BY Theatre Academy for a little over two weeks.

After her first afternoon class, Molly Jing received a dreadful phone call.

A policeman had told her that her parents were in a car accident. Her father was presumed dead, but they could not find his body. Because of that, Molly Jing refused to believe that he was dead but rather, he was just somewhere out in the world.

Her mother had not died, but she was fighting for her life in the hospital.

Coincidentally, three days before the car accident, her father's company had declared bankruptcy.

On her eighteen-year-old birthday, she had been experiencing misfortunes step by step.

She didn't have any money, but her beloved mother was trapped in the hospital with her medical bills racking up by the minute.

Molly Jing had nothing but her youth to sell.

Up until now, she still did not understand why Vito Ouyang was there that night. He spent ten million on the auction just to get Molly Jing.

Who was Vito Ouyang?

He was the CEO of the biggest financial group in the A City. He was the God of stocks and the king of cars. He was known to be cold-blooded and ruthless, and he treated women like they were ants. He would use them for their bodies and then throw them away like discarded wrappers.

However, Molly Jing was a special case. He had his way with her every single day for the past two years.

Molly had been good her whole life. She did not even know who Vito was before he bought her at the auction.

That night, in this very presidential suite on the top floor of the OY Hotel, her true nightmare began.

In those moments, Molly wanted to sink into the ground and die.

She still remembered his eyes looking at her hungrily, like she was a piece of meat. She could never forget.

That day, Molly knew there was nothing she could do. She was pressed up against the cold wall. He pinned her to the wall with one hand. He lifted her chin with his other hand and forced her to look into his eyes.

Molly focused on the money. She needed his money to pay for her mother's medical bills. "T-ten million dollars..." she said tentatively, biting her lip.

She did not shout, but her voice rang out loud and clear.

He licked his lips. "Ha..." Vito smiled and tightened his grip on her. He treated her like a plaything that he could toss around however he pleased. "Ten million? I never said I'd pay all in one go... I'm paying you in installments!"

Molly felt like she had been doused with cold water.

Installments! ... ... ...

How could he pay in installments! ...

Molly stared at him wide-eyed, dazed and confused. This beautiful man in front of her seemed to be playing tricks on her. He looked like a masterpiece, and she couldn't find a flaw on his face.

However, he was just a devil walking out of hell. Molly was suddenly very conscious of his body pressed so tightly against hers. It was wrong... So wrong...

"Woman, from now on, you belong to me, Vito Ouyang!" He paused, studying her reaction. Seeing her confused expression, he continued to speak, "All of you belongs to me. You cannot forget that. If you are obedient, I will pay for your mother's bills and your brother's tuition. Now, wouldn't that be nice? However, if you defy me, well... Let's just say I can make life very, very hard for you."

Molly would remember those words for the rest of her life.

This man was truly a despicable human being!

A sharp pain quickly brought Molly back to reality.

Vito was roughly burying his head on her shoulder. It was his habit.

Molly could smell his skin. He smelled like pear flowers on a summer day.

"Woman, is today your twentieth birthday? I have a special gift for you."

A special gift?

Molly slowly opened her brown eyes.

"Is that really you? You want to give me a birthday gift?"

The look on Molly's face sent a pang through Vito's heart.

He frowned and gritted his teeth.

"Woman, marry me."

What?

This was his birthday present? If it was, she did not want any of it. She wanted nothing more than to be rid of Vito.

She just wanted to live a normal life.

It seems that God could not hear her pleas and was ignoring the deep pain in her heart.

She could never marry Vito. She would rather die than marry him.

Vito was a devil. He humiliated her and made her suffer whenever he could.

Molly clenched her jaw in defiance.

"No, I won't marry you."

Vito sneered,

"Oh, of course. You can reject me. However, what's going to happen to your poor mother and brother? I'm not sure they would survive without me."

Molly gripped the sheet tightly in her fists. She knew Vito was not kidding.

She knew he wouldn't repeat himself, either.

"Vito Ouyang."

Vito didn't like to hear Molly calling him by his full name, but he liked seeing her angry. He thought it was cute.

"What can I do for you?" Vito asked, smirking.

In a flash, Molly pummeled him with her fists. She was boiling with anger.

She knew she was asking for trouble, but Vito seemed unhurt. In fact, he even seemed to enjoy it.

Vito just let her smack him as much as she wanted to.

"You devil! Go to hell! I wish you would die right now!"

After hearing Molly's words, Vito whispered into her ear,

"Will you be going to hell with me?"

Molly growled at him.

"Ha! I would rather die than marry you!"

Molly hit him even harder, and Vito relished each one of her strikes.

Yes, he was a devil. Molly was not the first woman to call him that, and she certainly would not be the last. He chuckled, seeing her so angry.

"Woman, I just want to see you suffer. There will be no more talk of this. The wedding will be held in a month. On our wedding day, I will ask Justin to do the craniotomy for your mother. I heard that the probability of success for the surgery is fifty percent."

In a month, she would be married to Vito.

Her mother would get her long awaited operation on Molly's wedding day.

Molly still could not accept that she would be marrying Vito.

Why did he have to schedule her mother's operation on their wedding day?

Molly bit her lip.

She finally understood.

Was he trying to prevent her from going back to her mother?

He was doing this on purpose.

Was her suffering not yet enough?

However, she had no other choice but to accept her fate.

She tried her best to hold back her tears, digging her fingernails into her palms to keep herself from crying.

She needed to be strong. She could not let him see her cry.

Molly's light brown eyes were filled with rage.

"Tell me, why did you marry me? You can definitely fill the whole OY Hotel with the women who actually want to get married to you. I have neither the money nor the power. Tell me, why are you forcing me to marry you?"

Compared with the manic look on Molly's face, Vito was quite rational and calm. He said a few words gently.

"I married you to make you suffer."

Molly's vision blurred. She felt like her head would explode any second. In the beginning, when Vito had made her his, she constantly asked him why. She knew that Vito hated her.

However, Vito kept his mouth shut. No matter how many times she asked, he refused to tell her the reason. As time went by, she eventually stopped asking. But today, she needed to know once and for all.

"Vito, why do you hate me so much? Why must you make my life a living hell?"

Vito squinted his blue eyes and bit Molly's ear.

"You will find out soon enough."

Molly suddenly felt afraid.

She felt like a piece of driftwood, floating on the sea. She tried to steel her nerves for what was to come.

Molly hated not being in control.

She was only twenty years old.

Why did she have to shoulder so many responsibilities?

The burdens of life on her would break her down in any moment.

For many people, home was a warm and happy place.

However, this was not the case for Molly. Not only did she have to suffer through Vito, but she was also faced with such hostility when she got home.

Since the car accident two years ago, Molly had been living in her uncle's place.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when Molly walked out of the OY Hotel.

It was time for her to head home and face the music.

That meant that when she got home, she would have a mountain of dirty dishes to wash, six rooms she needed to clean from top to bottom, and cousins she needed to tutor.

Her aunt was a pain in her neck. She must have invited her three friends to play mahjong right now.

Molly had to wait on them hand and foot, and she needed to pray that her aunt would win. Otherwise, her aunt would be in a very bad mood.

Her uncle was no better. Once upon a time, he had treated her like family.

Now, he was cruel towards Molly. He even wanted to use her to get what he could from Vito.

However, he didn't know just how stingy Vito was. Vito had never given Molly any money.

He only gave her gifts. Molly only needed to say that something was beautiful.

She would receive it the very next day.

Colorful neon lights shone on the street. Molly was already a little late to get home, but it didn't matter to her.

She was indeed tired, wanting to take a break and focus on herself, for once.

Molly pushed open the glass door of the nightclub. Just for one night, she would be transported to another world.

Molly kept downing glass after glass of wine.

She just wanted to get drunk and lose herself in the music and the alcohol.

The strong, sweet alcohol trickled down her throat, making her feel warm all over.

Molly had made up her mind. She would marry Vito in a month, pay for her brother's tuition, pay for her mother's medical fees, and find her father's missing corpse. Then, she would get out of here.

Glancing at the glass in her hand, she poised herself to drink more. If she was drunk, she would no longer feel anything.

"Hey, baby. Are you in a bad mood? Would you like to have a drink with me?"

A bald man approached Molly and began badgering her. However, to his surprise, Molly agreed enthusiastically.

"Okay! That's exactly what I want."

The bald man put his hand on Molly's shoulder and whispered in her ear,

"You want to get out of here? I know someplace more private."

Molly nodded and left with the bald man.

It seemed that she was really drunk.

The man took her to a box. When they entered, Molly saw that there were three other men there.

Of course, they all welcomed Molly.

They all laughed and drank, and they kept giving Molly shots. Molly suddenly became very dizzy.

Seeing that the beauty was almost drunk, the bald man began to touch her.

Molly raised her head and looked at the strange, bald man in front of her. Her heart trembled. She suddenly realized that she was in a very dangerous situation.

She tried to reach for her phone, but the man held her hand tightly.

He looked at her with a cheeky smile.

"Hey, baby. What are you doing? I can help you if you're feeling hot."

Another man with cropped hair began advancing on Molly. He began running his fingers along her arms, which made Molly even more nervous.

She slapped away the man's hand and yelled out,

"Go away, don't touch me!"

The bald man, who had been playing with Molly's hair, began to slide his hand down her back.

Molly felt so afraid. She began to panic and so, she screamed,

"Ah!"

She got up from the sofa and tried to run away.

However, as soon as she stood up, she was dragged back to the sofa.

"Hey, baby. Why do you want to run away? Relax. I'll make you happy."

Waves of nausea rolled over Molly. She could feel bile rising up her throat. Her eyes filled with tears, but she struggled not to cry.

"I want to go home. Let go of me."

The two other men stood up and began closing in on her.

Without any warning, the tears burst out from the corners of Molly's eyes.

She tried her best to break free, but the men had her pinned down.

"Please, let go of me. Please..."

The familiar helplessness was overwhelming her once again. Molly felt suffocated.

'Vito, where are you? Help me.'

Molly felt paralyzed.

Fear gripped her heart and she had trouble breathing.

She would rather die than be defiled by any of these men.

Molly struggled to free herself. She covered her chest with her arms, crying loudly.

"Get out of my way, all of you! Don't touch me!"

Two of the men began to pin down both her arms. The bald man found a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Molly's mouth.

"Babe, I'll make you taste heaven."

Molly was on the verge of breaking down. She couldn't do anything about what was happening to her.

It was a fate worse than death.

The bald man went on top of Molly and looked at her hungrily. Molly wailed.

Hearing such a sad cry, Vito's heart broke.

He kicked open the door and knocked over the bald man who was on top of Molly.

Then, Vito immediately took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Molly's trembling body.

The smiling killer, Greg Ji, who was behind Vito, took care of the rest of the men.

"Don't touch me. Go away..."

Molly cried out desperately, her eyes still tightly shut.

Vito quickly helped Molly put on her jeans and held her tightly in his arms.

It was lucky that Greg Ji had seen Molly leave with the bald man, or else who knew what could have happened to her?

"It's all right. Don't be afraid."

His voice was still cold, but Vito's eyes shone with tenderness.

Molly stopped crying for a moment. The voice was familiar.

"Vito, is that you?"

Seeing Molly's tears made Vito's heart crack.

Oh, what a silly girl. She pretended to be so strong, but here she was---so vulnerable and weak.

He gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Yes, it's me. I'll get you out of here right away," he said in a low voice.

For the first time, Molly felt so warm in Vito's arms. She curled up into his chest.

Vito held Molly up and walked her outside. When he passed by Greg Ji, he stopped.

"Cut off one arm and one leg, and send them all on the next ship to Africa."

Greg Ji smiled brightly.

"Yes, Boss."

Greg Ji took out a sharp knife from his pocket, and he smiled as he knelt down beside the unconscious men.

"Ha! How dare you touch Vito's woman? Now, you will pay!"

The men seemed to tremble at the mention of Vito's name.

They were in big trouble. Why did they touch such a woman?