Novels by The Witty Writer

Anita woke up with a start. The clock on the bedside table showed it was fifteen past nine. She never over-slept. Why didn’t her mother wake her up? Her body was sour and in pain. Anita looked around the room in panic as she slowly remembered her so-called wedding. She cried herself to sleep last night. She looked around and found the couch was empty. Anita took a quick shower and got ready. She wore jeans and a simple T-shirt, wore a ponytail, and her face was makeup-free. Anita did not glow nor dress like a newlywed. She asked for directions to the living room with the working maids.When she walked to the living room, she saw Alex’s Grandma, Grandpa, Michael, Alex’s father, and stepmother having a beverage. “I’m sorry, I woke up late.” Grandma smiled and waved her hand, gesturing for her to take a seat.“There is no need to apologize, Sweetheart. You were pretty tired. I’ll ask them to bring your coffee,”“No problem, I can make mine,”“You can, but you still look tired. Sit,” Sh

Anita helped clean up, and when she walked into the living room, she saw her husband speaking to his grandfather and Michael while his father was sitting on the couch silently. Everyone asked us both to go to bed, saying she was tired.When they entered the room, Anita folded her arms and stood before Alex, “I know how to defend myself. I don’t need your help,”“Is this your way of saying thank you?”It was, but she couldn’t admit that to him. She still has her pride.“No,”“You are a terrible liar,”“I mean it. I could have handled it,”“I didn’t defend you.” He walked away, leaving Anita flabbergasted by his cryptic answer.Then it clicked her. Alex didn’t defend Anita, but he defended his decision to marry her in a roundabout way; he defended himself. “Here is your schedule for this week” Before Anita could react, Alex, thrust a paper in her hands.“Schedule? What Schedule?” She read through the paper, and her blood boiled, “What the hell is this?” Her voice was chilly enough to f

Damn! She needs to learn a few curse words to survive Mr. King. She dragged her feet to get ready, determined not to give Alex another chance to mock her.As they walked toward the dining hall. She saw the whole family sitting at the table. A young girl about her age was also seated at the table with a broad smile. “Look who is here? It’s Alex and Mrs. Alex,” Teased his friend Michael.She made a fool of herself in front of the entire family. She almost stumbled but composed herself.“Come on, darling; you haven’t eaten all day.” Alex’s grandmother held her hand and took her to the lavish dining room she had only seen in the movies. The dining room was no less than a royal dining room. The room can seat about 30 guests. The room was painted in rich colors. The furniture, chandeliers, and beautiful painting adored the room. Being the show-off gentleman, her new husband pulled a chair next to him, and she sat on it, refusing to make another spectacle in front of the entire family.Eve

“I’m not going anywhere neither are you,”“Either that, or we’ll end up killing each other. Hopefully, the strongest will survive.” Anita raised her imaginary collar. “That would be me.” The corner of his mouth quirked into a small smile. When you can’t change things, so why wallow in regret? Game on, Mr. Rich-shiny-stranger.“Here is what will happen, you will get over yourself, accept our marriage and start acting like my wife,”“Define act like my wife,”“Oh, wouldn’t you know as you were ‘Prepared’ to get married to Ken?” His voice was like the clap of thunder. He stumped her as she did not see that one coming.“I know what you are doing. You keep saying the same thing repeatedly, and subconsciously you expect me to accept it. That’s called hypnotism, and I’m not falling for it.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Grandma asked me to bring you for dinner but don’t worry; I will inform her you are on indefinite hunger strike,”“Who is on hunger strike?”“You,”“When did I say that I’m on hun

Out of nowhere, he pulled Anita into his arms. She drew a deep, shaky breath as she tried to push him, but he tightened his hold. What is it with this guy that makes her feel like she has been electrocuted? There was an odd sensation in places she never knew existed in her body. She had never felt this way. What is this feeling? He stared at her with matching intensity, his gaze roving over her lips.Alex leaned forward, our breaths kissing each other. Oh god! He was going to kiss her. But he didn’t. His lips seductively touched her ears, and his voice came out strained.” You know real chemistry when you see it. Sometimes it looks like a burning hatred, but trust me, that’s chemistry.”It took a full minute for her to understand the meaning of his words to register. She mustered all her strength and pushed him away.“If you think your words will charm me, and I’ll tag along behind you like a dog, then you have the other thing coming” Her voice came out as a strangled whisper. Her bo

Anita’s tears wouldn’t stop. Grandma came up to check on her twice and to leave food, but all she felt was nauseous. She had no clue what she should take next. Run away or stay back? Accept this forced marriage or fight Alex? Live or kill herself? Will she ever be able to accept Alex as her husband?How can she even face his family after the scene she made in the morning? She knew she acted like a child who wanted a doll in a mall but was helpless. In her defense, Alex threw her headfirst into this marriage. Alex, his family, his family complications, the drama, their family stature, his humungous house, his room, and even the damn bathroom are intimidating and overwhelming. She has no clue how to act or behave.The real question that kept nagging her was, what would she have done if she married Ken instead of the Stranger? If they had married, would she be acting like Ken’s wife? The mere thought of being Ken’s wife made her feel like throwing up. What did she think when she accepted