Married for Revenge

Charlene Maximus POV We arrived at the gala thirty minutes after we left the house. It was suffocating to sit with Dominic and his daughter. They both glared at me all through the ride, and his daughter complained about how she hated the ride every few seconds. "Are we not there yet?" She whined. "We'll be there soon," Dominic said every time his daughter asked the question. I ignored them and lowered my head onto the car seat and closed my eyes. When we arrived there, Dominic nudged me on the shoulder, announcing that we'd arrived. Normal husbands kiss their wives to wake them up, but that was not the case with Dominic. He had always been rude and treated me like I meant nothing. "Right," I said as I came out of the limousine. "Behave tonight," Dominic whispered into my ears. His breath fanned my neck, causing my body to shiver. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "You look lovely tonight," he said as he kissed me on the cheek and we both walked tow

Charlene Maximus POV present. "She is amazing," Dominic commented as Alexa finished dancing, and Zenobia who barely said anything to me clapped and cheered for Alexa. "Yes, dad, she is amazing," Zenobia cheered and turned to face me. "I wish I could be like her in the nearest future," she said. Why did she look at me? I could not understand why she turned to face me as spoke about Alexa. Was she trying to mock me just like her father? " I wish to be famous like her," she smirked at me and I knew that she was referring to me. Mocking me in her possible way. Like father, like daughter. "Here she comes," Dominic announced and I quickly turned to see who he was talking about. My heart raced and quickens as Alexa walked towards our table with Caroline. I played with my fingers under the table and tried not to show how shaky I was becoming. Alexa and I haven't seen each other in five years and knowing that I was going to see her again, I didn't know how our reunion was going to be.

Charlene Maximus POV According to Mignon McLaughlin, a successful marriage requires falling in love multiple times, always with the same person. However, this does not apply to me because I have done everything in my power to ensure the success of my marriage. I had done everything that could change Dominic's opinion of me, but none of my efforts were successful. He still sees me as the same person. I did not understand why he was behaving in such a manner toward me. I was at a loss to understand what I had done wrong to earn such venomous hatred from him. Why is it exactly that? I questioned myself daily with this inquiry, but regardless of the number of times I did so, I was unable to find an answer to it. "Go to your room," Dominic commanded Zenobia as soon as we stepped inside the house door. Zenobia gave me an accusatory glare and jerked her index finger in my direction. "This is all your fault," she yelled after me before running off to her room, leaving her father and me

Charlene POV. I grunted as I turned around; I did. I opened my eyes immediately, and I paused. I exhaled and groaned again. It wasn't a bright day for me, or was it night? I couldn't tell. I finally opened my eyes, and I wasn't in the dark, dark room. I turned around and looked all over me. "Am I dreaming?" I question, I question internally. I was on the bed; I wasn't on the floor anymore. I tried to lift myself, but I couldn't. Regardless I wondered how I got here and why I was here; it's not like I didn't want to be. But the questions increased a lot; they were to the brim. I felt different like I was taken care of; someone had taken the time to take care of me. I felt scrubbed and washed. I sighed, and I waited for someone to come in, at least. The room was bright and white; the sunlight was at its peak, and it lay perfectly on the bed of flowers by the window. It seemed like a room made for a female, and I wasn't surprised. The bed was soft and silky, and the pillows felt like

Charlene Maximus POVI woke up without a sore throat and heavy head, and I wasn't as weak or tired. The migraine stopped, and everything was clear. But at that moment, I could only think about Maximus and all he had done. I didn't expect that he would care for me or even watch me now and then. He would even refill the water and check the air con. In just two days, I felt loved and cared for. Even if he did them behind my back, he still managed regardless. I could finally stand up, and my strength was to the brim. I had fully recovered. My feet didn't ache, nor did my knees. I could finally stretch without groaning. The thought that I didn't have to worry if I couldn't move didn't bother me anymore. I drank to the last drop, and I sat up. I gasped and sighed. The curtains were already opened, I checked the clock on the shelf beside me, and it was past five in the evening. I needed to get out of bed and walk. I felt my legs had forgotten how to walk. I scoffed, and I stood up, my face