My name was Melinda Summers. As the meaning of my name suggested, my appearance looked like a sweet, tender, and beautiful woman. I practically possessed all the qualities a man would desire in an ideal girlfriend.I'd been doing image management for many years and gone through the strict training on how to become an eligible wife.My parents had been laying the foundation for me to marry a fine young man in the future by teaching me to become a gentle, kind, and sweet young lady since I was young.They often educated me on how a well-mannered young lady should behave. "As a young lady, you must be submissive and gentle because only then can you please your husband's family and marry a fine young man. "We will disown you and have another obedient child if you ever behave like one of those disobedient children out there."They would reprimand me whenever they saw that I'd gotten into a fight, "Melinda! Who allowed you to fight with others? Tell me, is this even the manner a decent
Oliver then continued to calmly pick up a piece of creamy garlic prawn using his fork and gave it to me. "Eat. We have to catch a flight later."When he saw that I was still looking at Charlotte, who had fallen on her knees, with a worried expression, he went on and patiently explained to me, "Mom did something wrong, so she deserves to be punished. "It's fine. She is already used to it. Besides, she will continue to make mistakes if Dad doesn't discipline her. Don't worry. The family doctor will be here soon."His tone when he spoke these words was so calm that it sounded as if the one being beaten in front of him wasn't his mother but a mere pet dog or cat. It also clued me onto the fact that it was very much expected for Alexander to beat Charlotte up just because of a tiny slice of ginger.My parents often taught me to treat the elderly with respect and be dutiful to them and my husband. After all, only a gentle, submissive, and well-behaved woman could keep hold of her husb
Truth be told, the main reason why my parents had been very strict with my education since I was a child was that I was born with superhuman strength. To make matters worse, I had an awfully violent temper.When I was five, I gave the older man in our neighborhood, who tried to take advantage of me, a fatal blow on his lower body. It was that momentous occasion where my parents witnessed a sight that made their scalps tingle in the hospital.From then on, their eyes carried a hint of fear whenever they looked at me, especially my father. He seemed to view me as a monster, and I could always hear him giving my mother an earful behind my back. "That sure is some kind of monster you had given birth to! She is so freakishly strong! We can't let anyone know about this. Otherwise, my reputation will be ruined!"As I was aware that my mother disliked me and my father was afraid of me, I had always been subservient to them. I would do whatever they asked me to do, even if it was something
Perhaps he had never thought that a gentle woman could actually take a heavy punch from a tough guy like him before he struck me with his fist.In fact, not only did I block his fist with my palm, but I also slapped him in return.A bright red slap mark surfaced on Oliver's face almost immediately.He was confused as he looked at my palm, which had daintily caught his fist in disbelief.When we were dating, he cared for my hands the most. He praised my slender fingers and claimed they were especially suitable for playing the piano. He would often hold my hand and gently caress each of my delicate fingers. "Baby, please don't hurt your delicate fingers. Otherwise, I will feel bad. They are simply too delicate."Hence, he must have never thought that such a pair of delicate-looking hands like mine could easily block the fist of a masculine man like him.Similarly, he must have never thought that my hands could create clearly defined five fingerprints on his face with just one sla
As his audacity slightly surprised me, I instinctively turned to look at him. Nonetheless, I eventually didn't tell my parents-in-law the truth.I was no fool. Of course, I understood that my husband cared about his reputation and was reluctant to tell his parents that he was the only one getting violently beaten during our fight against each other.Yet, my action of protecting his manly ego seemingly instantly granted him confidence in front of his parents. As a result, he started bossing me around again."Buy me a pack of cigarettes."I remained still and simply looked at him quietly instead of heeding his order.Oliver changed his mind after our brief stare-down and said, "Forget it. It's too late. It's dangerous for a young lady like you to go out late at night."Immediately afterward, he ended the video call. Now, he and I were the only ones left in the room.I didn't hold him accountable for being rude to me just now and began taking off my clothes."Honey, it's time for
I smiled and ignored him.My slap seemed to have yet to strike fear in Charlotte's heart, for she rushed toward me again after gaining consciousness."I can't believe you would dare to slap me! Bitch! How dare you slap me!""So what? I can hit you whenever and wherever I want!"As I was getting fed up, I slapped her twice again, increasing my strength from 10% earlier to 30% this time.Charlotte's cheeks instantly swelled up badly. Blood even oozed from both corners of her mouth.Since I never thought that she couldn't sustain my beating, I rubbed my hands sheepishly."I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't expect you to get injured so easily. I have already reduced my strength by a full 70%."I was satisfied when I saw the frightened look in Charlotte's eyes.Then, I shifted my attention to Alexander, who sat in the living room and feigned ignorance all this while and said meaningfully, "Mother, Father said that the family motto of the Kingsleys is subduing others with force. "So, fro
Oliver only looked up at me with a fearful smile after I finished my remarks."Not to worry, darling. I will be absolutely obedient and listen to every word you say from now on."His sensibility pleased me, so I patted his head like I was petting a puppy."Oh, how I wish to show my mom how much we love each other."Still, never once did it cross my mind that my mother would come over before I could find time to return home.When my mother showed up at the door of the Kingsley Residence, I was disciplining Charlotte, who tried to defy me, the head of the family, for the nth time.One month had passed since the day I returned from my honeymoon. Throughout this period, I disciplined Alexander eight times and Oliver five times.As a result, these two men would subconsciously say, "I was wrong," whenever I raised my hand.Only Charlotte, who loved to fight me, though sick at it, always tried to challenge my authority as the head of the family. Yet, I always had to pay attention to m
I smiled and ignored him.My slap seemed to have yet to strike fear in Charlotte's heart, for she rushed toward me again after gaining consciousness."I can't believe you would dare to slap me! Bitch! How dare you slap me!""So what? I can hit you whenever and wherever I want!"As I was getting fed up, I slapped her twice again, increasing my strength from 10% earlier to 30% this time.Charlotte's cheeks instantly swelled up badly. Blood even oozed from both corners of her mouth.Since I never thought that she couldn't sustain my beating, I rubbed my hands sheepishly."I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't expect you to get injured so easily. I have already reduced my strength by a full 70%."I was satisfied when I saw the frightened look in Charlotte's eyes.Then, I shifted my attention to Alexander, who sat in the living room and feigned ignorance all this while and said meaningfully, "Mother, Father said that the family motto of the Kingsleys is subduing others with force. "So, fro
As his audacity slightly surprised me, I instinctively turned to look at him. Nonetheless, I eventually didn't tell my parents-in-law the truth.I was no fool. Of course, I understood that my husband cared about his reputation and was reluctant to tell his parents that he was the only one getting violently beaten during our fight against each other.Yet, my action of protecting his manly ego seemingly instantly granted him confidence in front of his parents. As a result, he started bossing me around again."Buy me a pack of cigarettes."I remained still and simply looked at him quietly instead of heeding his order.Oliver changed his mind after our brief stare-down and said, "Forget it. It's too late. It's dangerous for a young lady like you to go out late at night."Immediately afterward, he ended the video call. Now, he and I were the only ones left in the room.I didn't hold him accountable for being rude to me just now and began taking off my clothes."Honey, it's time for
Perhaps he had never thought that a gentle woman could actually take a heavy punch from a tough guy like him before he struck me with his fist.In fact, not only did I block his fist with my palm, but I also slapped him in return.A bright red slap mark surfaced on Oliver's face almost immediately.He was confused as he looked at my palm, which had daintily caught his fist in disbelief.When we were dating, he cared for my hands the most. He praised my slender fingers and claimed they were especially suitable for playing the piano. He would often hold my hand and gently caress each of my delicate fingers. "Baby, please don't hurt your delicate fingers. Otherwise, I will feel bad. They are simply too delicate."Hence, he must have never thought that such a pair of delicate-looking hands like mine could easily block the fist of a masculine man like him.Similarly, he must have never thought that my hands could create clearly defined five fingerprints on his face with just one sla
Truth be told, the main reason why my parents had been very strict with my education since I was a child was that I was born with superhuman strength. To make matters worse, I had an awfully violent temper.When I was five, I gave the older man in our neighborhood, who tried to take advantage of me, a fatal blow on his lower body. It was that momentous occasion where my parents witnessed a sight that made their scalps tingle in the hospital.From then on, their eyes carried a hint of fear whenever they looked at me, especially my father. He seemed to view me as a monster, and I could always hear him giving my mother an earful behind my back. "That sure is some kind of monster you had given birth to! She is so freakishly strong! We can't let anyone know about this. Otherwise, my reputation will be ruined!"As I was aware that my mother disliked me and my father was afraid of me, I had always been subservient to them. I would do whatever they asked me to do, even if it was something
Oliver then continued to calmly pick up a piece of creamy garlic prawn using his fork and gave it to me. "Eat. We have to catch a flight later."When he saw that I was still looking at Charlotte, who had fallen on her knees, with a worried expression, he went on and patiently explained to me, "Mom did something wrong, so she deserves to be punished. "It's fine. She is already used to it. Besides, she will continue to make mistakes if Dad doesn't discipline her. Don't worry. The family doctor will be here soon."His tone when he spoke these words was so calm that it sounded as if the one being beaten in front of him wasn't his mother but a mere pet dog or cat. It also clued me onto the fact that it was very much expected for Alexander to beat Charlotte up just because of a tiny slice of ginger.My parents often taught me to treat the elderly with respect and be dutiful to them and my husband. After all, only a gentle, submissive, and well-behaved woman could keep hold of her husb
My name was Melinda Summers. As the meaning of my name suggested, my appearance looked like a sweet, tender, and beautiful woman. I practically possessed all the qualities a man would desire in an ideal girlfriend.I'd been doing image management for many years and gone through the strict training on how to become an eligible wife.My parents had been laying the foundation for me to marry a fine young man in the future by teaching me to become a gentle, kind, and sweet young lady since I was young.They often educated me on how a well-mannered young lady should behave. "As a young lady, you must be submissive and gentle because only then can you please your husband's family and marry a fine young man. "We will disown you and have another obedient child if you ever behave like one of those disobedient children out there."They would reprimand me whenever they saw that I'd gotten into a fight, "Melinda! Who allowed you to fight with others? Tell me, is this even the manner a decent