Raised in a toxic and horrible household, a girl with a truly Brutal upbringing Eleanor L. Kang gets married off in an arranged marriage where she struggles with the change and adjustment of her handsome yet cruel businessman of a husband Kim Seokj...
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"Don't make me look bad do you understand?" Jin told me as we we got ready to go to his parents place for dinner. "Don't look so depressing, don't embarrass me and don't make a fool out of yourself. Don't speak unless someone speaks to you."
"Don't speak until spoken too!" Followed by a smack in the face.
I held my stinging cheek as I stared at my mother. "And do not dare give me eye contact, I am older and have the upper hand between us do you understand?"
"Yes Eomma." I nodded softly.
"You worthless brat, what have I done in my past life to deserve such a sorry excuse for a daughter?! Look at Miran! Your cousin is your age and doing amazing at school but you? Pathetic. Always making a fool out of yourself."
"Did you fucking hear me?" Jin snapped.
I blinked nodding my head. "Yes."
"Good. Do something right for once." He snapped and walked out. "Come on."
I inhaled deeply putting my shoes on before following behind him out the door.
I opened the car door and got in after Jin and we drove off to his parents.
I fiddled with my thumbs the whole ride. "Jin?"
"What?" He asked in a gruff tone.
"I know you don't like me but, maybe we should be friends at least?" I suggested hesitantly, he laughed in disbelief.
"Friends?" He glanced at me. "Why would I want that?"
"I jus-
"Look, just do you own shit and I'll do mine. We're not a couple, we're only husband and wife on paper, you're not my wife and I'm not your husband."
I looked out the window.
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"Aw you two really do look good together." Mrs.Kim beamed.
"What's for dinner ma?" Jin asked changing the subject.
"Aish, this boy only ever wants to eat."
Strange, he never wants to eat what I make.
"I hope he doesn't bother you about cooking."
"No, I do it on my own. He doesn't ask." I assured Mrs.Kim who smiled.
"Do you two eat together?" She asked, I shook my head.
