You-Know-Who's Beloved Wife

Carol, after looking after her father in hospital, returns to her wedding home, in the dusk of the evening.

She opens the door and is greeted by a fragrant smell. Roses in full bloom spread over the ground and the way to the stairs, just like a red carpet, stopping at no end.

After a slight trance, she, holding the dress in her hands, walks carefully upstairs, so as not to trample the romantic flowers.

The door of the bedroom upstairs is narrowly closed, and there is a strange sound from a man and a woman.

Wesley said that he would give her a surprise at home. However, this sound...

Carol, holding her breath, flings the door open.

On the big red wedding bed, a man and a woman are entwining, completely nude.

After several seconds, Carol finally resumes her voice, "What are you doing?" She says.

The two, caught by Carol, show no trace of panic on their faces. Instead, they cock their heads and look at her with jeer, as if Carol was the third one who shouldn't break in.

While, in fact, the man on bed, Wesley, is the one who held a wedding with Carol during the daytime. The woman is her friend, Stella.

"Carol, you are really a psycho with the vice of watching others have sex." Stella looks at her flauntingly, full of provocations and complacence in her exquisite evil eyes.

Carol shivers, "Bullshit, I am Wesley's wife. We just had a wedding today.".

Stella sneers, "Carol, you still live in your dream. Wesley and I married today. You don't know?"

How's that possible!

Carol looks at Wesley, with her glaring eyes.

Wesley has no intent to explain. He reaches out to throw a document and red certificate to Carol, "Carol, your father signed an agreement with me. If I marry you, he will bestow everything of your family to me. I have fulfilled my promise and now we are done here. You can leave now and do not mess up my wedding night." Wesley says.

Carol picks up the document stiffly from the ground, with her pale face just like a piece of paper. Her dad transferred all Jones's Real Estate Company to Wesley one month ago. While the red certificate is the marriage certificate of Wesley and Stella. The date is today.

Carol glares at the two people betraying her. She, with her teeth clinched with rage, says, "Wesley, my dad treats you like his blood, trusts you and gives you everything. But you really give me surprise. Stella, your mother is mistress, and your father never gives you legitimate position, let alone alimony. I saw you through all kinds of difficulties. Now you seduce my husband. How could you do this to me!"

A gleam of guilty conscience flashes on the faces of Wesley and Stella, but then turns into a haze.

"Carol, we were extremely embarrassed in front of you. That's why we both hate you and wish you go to hell.

"See, everything of Jones Family belongs to me now, including this house, Jones's house. Carol, you have nothing but your half-dead father. Now get out. Do not let me see your face."

Carol clasps her hand, with her slender fingers turning white due to hard squeeze.

Stella, having fuound that Carol has no intent to leave, arches Wesley deliberately, "Honey, she doesn't want to leave. What can we do?"

Wesley pinches Stella's face, "If she wants to stay here, just take her as the air. Let's continue."

"Hey, little nasty."

"You little evil."

This is Carol's home, but suddenly it is occupied by evils. They are her most trusted people, but now they humiliate her in such a dirty manner.

Carol cannot stay here any more. She turns around in haste and reels out.

She should cry, but no tear in extremely hatred.

Carol's all bank cards are frozen, and the hospital urges her for medical expense. The next day, she walks around in the boiling sun to borrow money, but in vain. Carol, like a noble princess, once protected from wind and rain by her father, is sitting on the street in the park, just like a dumped puppet.

She has learnt a lesson from the fickle world. She grabs her hair with both hands disparately to know what she can do, where she can borrow money. Without money, her dad will die immediately.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Jones? My boss wants to see you." A man's voice comes to her head suddenly.

Randall, Nightking bar.

Nightking is quite boisterous at night. Women come here to find rich men or have a sleepover with someone, while men come here to prey for fun.

Third floor, a supreme VVIP room. The man opens the door and invites her to go inside.

Carol hesitates, with no idea about the boss inside. But under her circumstance, the word "boss" is quite enough for her to go inside.

The room is suffused with dim light and soft music. A man is hidden in the corner of the sofa, not clear for her, but he is tall vaguely with incense smoke around his lips.

Carol stands far away form the man. He smokes without a word, while she hesitates to ask, "Who are you? Why you invite me here?"

The man gets back his composure. He, picking his eyebrows, realizes that the woman has arrived.

The man looks at Carol in the dim. His eyes are sharp and dark, with a sense of hunting. After one minute, the man stubs out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray on the coffee table. "You don't know me", he says slowly.

The man's voice is as good as the midrange of the cello, and the end syllable is provoked with a clear question.

Carol has neither graduated nor gained any work experience. She, having been protected pretty well by her dad, lives with rare interaction with outside. Therefore, she knows few except her circle.

But from his tone, she should know him. So she walks a few steps forward and wants to see his face more clearly.

Gradually, Carol sees the man's appearance. He is characterized by honey-colored skin, robust shape and a clear-cut face. His eyes, deep and dark as they are, form a bottomless abyss; his nose is straight; the strong line of his jaw looks pretty and perfect.

There is no doubt that the man is quite attractive and handsome. Deep eyes render him an air of dignity, just like a king.

Carol, after seeing the man's face clearly, suddenly stops and blurts out, "Kenny".

Kenny hears this exclaim, with his tensed facial features loosening. He sneers and gets up from the dim to the light. Then, he, just like an elegant leopard, walks slowly to Carol and stands beside her, "Miss Jones, long time no see."

Invisible power pours down from Kenny. Carol, paralyzed as she, falters to say, "Why, why you invite me here?"

Kenny reaches out his hand to lift Carol's chin. He holds her beautiful face gently, with his fascinating voice, "It's time to fulfill the contract we concluded five years ago."

Carol's heart is hanging tightly and her lips can't stop trembling, "Five...five years? Contract?"

"Forget?" Kenny sneers and kindly reminds, "Five years ago, I said I would marry you when you were twenty years old."

Suddenly, she remembers everything.

She, frightened as she is, stares at Kenny who behaves like a winner. She cannot even utter a word, as if she was caught in the throat.

Seeing that she is completely dumb, Kenny says with his warm breath spraying on her face, "So it is the time for me to match my commitment."

Carol, with her hands clenching into fists, gets up the courage to face his hazy eyes, "Do you take the marriage as revenge?"

A grim smile appears on Kenny's unrivaled face. He says, "Not with standing a revenge, you will choose to marry me and even feel grateful to me. Am I right, Miss Jones? "

Carol's heart is sinking to the bottom of the valley without a trace. Eventually, she bows to him, "You are right. I am grateful that you can marry me now."

"So smart!" Kenny rubs her chin with his finger pulp and shortens their distance.

Carol, having recognized what he is going to do next, moves her head subconsciously.

Kenny holds her chin forcefully suddenly. So painful, as if her chin were crushed.

"Miss Jones, you agreed to marry me five years ago. How about your attitude now? Any change?" Kenny says with cold voice. Hearing that, Carol cannot help but shiver.

Turbid valves are rolling over in Kenny's eyes, whilist Carol has a pale face. She starts to think what she did just now? This man is her in-waiting husband. She has no excuse or qualification to get away from him. She cannot escape from his hand even for her dad.

Considering that, Carol strains every muscle to stand on tiptoe, closes her eyes, and trembles to kiss his lips.

The cigar smell comes to her nose before she touches his lips. She puts away her sadness and humiliation, tramples her dignity hard on the ground and stands on tiptoe once again. However, when she approaches so closely and tries to kiss him, Kenny throws her chin away and turns around loathly. "You want to seduce me now without any legal title? At 9 AM tomorrow, bring all your certificates. We meet at Civil Affairs Bureau."

After Kenny leaves away, Carol stays in the room, stunned like a silly, and comes to herself after a long time.

The next day.

Holding a marriage certificate, Carol is in a trance.

On the red certificate, their photos seem to be combined. They, just like enemies, sit together, without any trace of smile on their faces.

Kenny drives away after getting the marriage certificate. His assistant and driver Bill pays half-a-year medical expense for Carol's dad and then drives her back to Kenny's house.

It's a very luxurious three-storey villa with an outside swimming pool and a garden. It, boasting its quality interior decoration, resembles an imperial palace. Seven or eight servants perform their duties. Carol was born with a silver spoon, but this house is much more luxurious.

The night is well advanced.

Carol gets up from the sofa, puts her perturbation away and feels relived. Kenny manages a big company and is surrounded by all kinds of women each day. It is midnight. She thinks that he won't be back.

So she puts on her pajamas and goes to bed. Her nerves are on edge recently. But now she relives and falls asleep soon.

Carol is sleeping soundly. Suddenly, she feels a heavy object pressing on her, and opens her eyes by instinct.

The light is off before she goes to bed, but now the light is on. A strong alcohol smell comes from Kenny. He presses against Carol by the quilt, with his hand going inside the quilt...

"Kenny, you...you are drunk. Don't behave like this."

Though prepared herself emotionally, she flinches for one moment due to the strange touch.

Kenny feels her resistance. He pulls the quilt and throws it onto the ground, reminding her tyrannically, "We are legal now. I am your legitimate husband, your man. Forget?"

Carol, with her body just like a log, says in a low voice, "I haven't forget, I am your wife.".

Seeing Carol's obedience, Kenny, with his previous tone disappearing in an instant, reaches out his hand and rubs her chin gently, "Good. You are docile."

Carol feels the roughness of her face, as if the insects were crawling there. Strong fumes of wine come from Kenny's breath. She is nearly drunken.

"Kenny, you are drunk now. Can you go to sleep?" She tries to get up to avoid any touch with him. But Kenny is lying above her, which makes her breathless.

Carol pushes Kenny's shoulder away with great care, but this movement irritates him. He flew into rage, "Tonight is our wedding night. I am going to sleep with you."

With these words, Kenny lowers down his head on her neck, giving her no chance to struggle.

The strange contact and strong fumes of wine makes Carol resists instinctively, "Wait, Kenny, I'd better get you a cup of honey water to alleviate your hangover."

"Too noisy, shut up!" Kenny gets annoyed like a irritated leopard, with his lip pressing against her lip to stop her.

Carol's revolt cannot stop him at all. She'd rather die at that moment.

Kenny pauses and looks down at Carol, who has twisted facial features as well as dark and obscure eyes - just one pauses. After that, waves of pain rush up, appearing to crash her.

If this is a dream, she hopes this is just a nightmare...

Her bumpy body resembles a boat in the ocean during a storm.

Late at night, everything in the room subsides. Kenny stares at Carol, who is sleeping. He reaches out his hand to put her hair on her face behind her ears. His eyes are brimming over with endless gentleness, instead of the vertex of the storm. After just one moment of warmth, he decides to get up. Then, he takes up his clothes and leaves away.

The sun shines into the room. Carol opens her eyes and, with a wooden face, stares at the ceiling for a long time.

She moves her body slowly. The pain all over the body serves as the evidence for her whole-night struggling.

She had no tear even with waves of anguish last night. But at this moment, she covers her face with her hands, shivering in this empty room. Tears flood her eyes. She whimpers like a poor little cub.

Five years ago, Carol was 15 years, young and beautiful, just like a tiny delicate bloom with dews; Kenny was 20 years old, a milkman in her school.

They met at the school canteen every day, and Carol smiled to him every time he delivered milk to her.

One day, Kenny pulled up all his socks and said, "Carol, would you marry me when you grow up?"

Looking at his faded pants washed hundreds of times, Carol was little shocked, "With what?"

Kenny clenched his fists, "I will work hard."

On these words, Carol smiled, "You need to earn many bride-price to get my father's consent."

Wesley took her away, "No need to talk with a milkman."

Carol went away arm in arm with Wesley, "He said he would marry me when I grow up. How ridiculous! "

"Carol, in five years, you will be willing to marry me."

Kenny made an oath that day.

Carol cries out of her breath. Fortune knocks once at every man's door. The pride princess falls down to the bottom of valley, while the milkman strikes back.

She searched Kenny on her phone the day she left Nightking. She found that he is so well-known to everyone except her.

From Baidu, she learnt that Kenny is the leader both in financial and cultural communities. He, temperamental as he is, is favored by numerous women. He was in other cities and just moved to Randall to run business one month ago.

Carol - the pride princess comes down in the world.

Kenny - the poor boy becomes a ruler of this world.

Kenny serves as a God when Carol has her back to the wall. He has fulfilled his promise and married her.

Not for love, but for humiliation.

Carol tires of crying eventually. She gets up and finds a box of Yuting on the bedside table. The contraceptive pill is just like a loud slap on her face. She, staring at the pill for quite a while, takes out one pill and swallows it without water.

She goes to take a shower with her painful body. The bruised blue-black in the mirror brings back her memories of last night.

She goes to the dressing room after bath. What she sees is three walls' of wardrobes filled with famous clothes, shoes and handbags with labels on. Kenny is affordable to prepare best for Carol.

Carol knows clearly his scheme - this is his revenge for the humiliation five years ago..

She takes one set of clothes and makes up to conceal her inflamed eyes. She ties her hair up, takes one designer LV handbag and puts on a pair of French-brand limited-edition heels.

It's good to know that tears are bitter. Don't cry, the bad guys will laugh.

Carol says to herself, "Carol, your waist and back should be straight and upright, and your head should be lifted. Don't bow your head, otherwise the crown will fall. I am Carol, a forever princess in the eyes of my father."

In the hospital, Carol sits before the bed, looking at her father who is sleeping. She works at a smile and says, "Dad, I got married. His name is Kenny, a very famous man. He takes care of me very well. Our house looks like a palace. The wardrobe is filled with beautiful clothes and shoes specially designed for me."

Carol takes some water to wash her father's face, "Dad, wake up till you have enough sleep. You can continue sleeping if you still feel tired. I am not a child any more. I have grown up. I will take everything back belonging to us. Wesley and Stella will pay for this."

"Yeah, How dare the woman is! Your plan will be ended in vain, idiot. " A mystifying voice comes from outside. Carol, even with no need to turn back, knows that's Stella.

Carol turns around with her murderous eyes, "Get out."

Stella, a little scared of her eyes, turns around, "Who wants to stay here? With a half-dead man?"

Carol closes the door gently.

To Carol's surprise, Stella is waiting for her outside to make trouble for her. Seeing Carol out, Stella winks over, swinging her lips with a bitter tone, "Carol, how's that feeling to be a pauper? Being treated with disdain, you must love these clothes from flea market!"

Stella fiddles with her hair to expose her diamond on her neck. The finger ring is just the one Wesley put on Carol's finger at the wedding. After that, Wesley said that the ring and necklace are too big for her, so he took all these from her. But now, all these belong to Stella.

Carol wants to laugh at that moment. Wesley rackets his brains to take all valuable ornaments to trouble her.

While, what Wesley did not expect was that Kenny has found Carol.

"Stella, have you heard 'Pauper will never be a king even with imperial robe'? You are mean and cheap. No matter what you wear, you can never cover up your true nature." Carol says coldly.

Stella, with her scar being exposed. says with a gloomy face, "Carol, you're just sour grapes."

"I am sour grapes? My dress is the latest design of French designer KL, and the fabric is the most extravagant in Europe. How ridiculous! Even if you are wearing my clothes, carrying my handbags, and putting on my necklace and my finger ring, you cannot hide your bitch nature, ignorance and impudence to lose no time in humiliating me." Carol snorts.

Stella is so embarrassed, with her face flushing. She just wants to show off and see Carol's jokes, but what she received is her squib.

"Bull shit! How could you buy such expensive clothes? We have closed Jones's house, and all your jewelry and clothes belong to me now. All the money in your credit cards has been transferred to us and even the medical expense of your father is in arrears. How could you have money? "

Carol shows an enchanting smile, "Stella, you steal everything but me. I just to wave my gusset and men will bring me money one after another. Do you have such ability?"