All Chapters of Dictated Wife Of The Modern Cupid: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She held my hand, looking at me like she was suspecting me as possessed by a woman who admired my husband for a long time. “Is this for real? Are you true to your words? You might have misunderstood your feelings, ma'am.”“It's true that I miss him. It is really him who I want to see. And that is what I want to happen, Amia.”“Is it not your parents you missed?” I sighed harshly, annoyed by the repeating questions from Amia.“Amia, when I say El is what I want to see, El is what I want to see! Don't give me other options because that won't help ease how much I miss my husband!”“I-Ironic…”"Yes, Amia. I know it is the most ironic thing right now, so tell me if you will help me or you can't do something about it. I also don't want to hope for nothing,” I said, sulking at Amia because of her eyes that were staring at me as if she didn't believe the words I told her.Amia's shoulders rose when she took a deep breath; they also fell immediately when she released the air she briefly held

My eyes were focused on him, trying to absorb what he said. What does he mean? That he won't hurt our child? Why? I mean, I thought he hated me and wouldn't give me time to rest from the sufferings I will experience from him? But why was he so angry about me hiding our child from him? “El, why are you so mad at me? You won't hurt me if you find out I'm pregnant?” “Yes, woman! That's why I'm burning with my anger towards you now. You let me lay hands on you even though you know you're carrying the heir to all the wealth I have! You are crazy!” I stood up and tearfully approached him to thank him for his kindness. “El, I was really scared; that's why I hid from you that I was pregnant. I thought you would hurt me and make us suffer—me and our child." He looked at me, his eyes were blank and unreadable. “No father wants his child to suffer and get hurt, except your father, who prioritizes money over you, Valerie.” I bowed, ashamed of what he said. I evaluated my father,

The furniture industry focused all the companies and activities involved in the design, manufacture, distribution, and sale of functional and decorative objects of household equipment. That's what the internet said about it.And El was freaking smart, using his furniture company to cover what he was hiding behind it. He was really a business tycoon.While walking around, I was busy enjoying every beautiful and eye-catching design of household equipment. I was totally amused and surprised. I remembered the bed I used to have in my parents' home, it was exactly the same as the one that was displayed near the stairs off to the second floor.The bed I saw pulled me towards it, standing to better see the beauty of the work. Every detail of the bed was carved beautifully. The one who did this must be light-handed, as no exaggeration is seen in the design.Mommy bought the same bed as this one on my sixteenth birthday. She told me that my bed should always be beautiful, it should be like th

I didn't talk to him, even looking at him seemed like a difficult thing to do. Since I was a child, this is how I feel. I get annoyed and sad when what I want doesn't happen. But I have to obey him because he might not be able to hold back if I convince him more. He was the first to get out of the taxi when we arrived. I followed, I didn't wait for him, I immediately entered the compound. “Ma'am, what's wrong?!”I just passed Amia. I went straight upstairs. I slammed the door and locked it. Even the way I sit on the bed was forced. Later, I heard the sound of someone trying to open the door. I knew it was him.“Hey! Woman, open the door!”He knocked, but I lay down instead of opening the door for him, acting like deaf.“Valerie, open the door! Take a shower, and we'll go to your OBGYN's clinic!”I took the pillow and covered it over my ears, ignoring him, screaming and pounding his fist on the door. I gently removed the pillow when I no longer heard his voice and his knocking. “B

A moment later, El entered. He approached me. Before he sat down next to me, he gave Doctor Moore a wide smile. “How are they?” he asked. Even though he doesn't love me, I know that his tone was sincere when he raised his question to Doctor Moore. “They are fine, Mister Suarez. Your wife can't really be stressed. It's very good of you; you brought her here after such a traumatic incident in the elevator. Because of what you did, the condition of the fetus in your wife's womb was checked and confirmed that it was in a good condition.”“What should I do to keep Valerie away from stress? I noticed that she whines constantly when she doesn't get everything she wants. Sometimes the things she wants are dangerous, so I'm afraid to give them to her.”It's like drinking a happy antidote while listening to him. Earlier, he was causing me pain and sadness, now he makes me happy with the way he is interested in my pregnancy. “Mister Suarez, pregnant women have different cravings. Sometimes we