Episode 2 — That Man Insults Me… But He’s the One Most Afraid of Losing Me

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I didn't sleep at all my first night in that mansion.

How could I?!

A room as big as a five-star hotel, an incredibly plush bed, expensive lamps… everything made me feel like an outsider.

I sat on the bed, hugging my knees.

My head was still a mess.

Me… married to a mobster?

To a man with a toxic mouth like Fahad Afnan?

I looked at the large mirror in front of the bed.

I felt like vomiting just looking at myself.

Eyes swollen.

Hair messy.

Plus-sized.

Clothes from a night market.

Truly like a maid lost in a rich person's house.

I pulled the blanket up to my face.

"…No one wants an ugly woman like you."

Fahad's words from earlier repeated in my head.

It stung.

Even though I was used to being insulted…

When it came out of that man's mouth, why did it hurt differently?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I quickly wiped my eyes.

"Come in if you want to kill me."

The door opened slowly.

Kraken Hafiz appeared, holding a food tray.

"Boss told you to eat."

I immediately pouted.

"Does your boss think I’m a farm chicken?"

Kraken placed the food on the table.

He seemed more relaxed than the other bodyguards.

The kind of face that liked to laugh.

Not like Fahad.

Fahad looked like a man who had never known happiness.

"I think the boss actually—"

"If you're going to back him up, get out."

Kraken stayed silent for a moment.

Then he gave a small smile.

"Dhia… I’ve worked for Fahad for almost ten years."

I didn't bother looking at him.

"Okay?"

"I’ve never seen him bring a woman into this house."

I went silent.

Kraken continued.

"Never."

I made a face of disbelief.

"Great. Congratulations to me for being the first victim."

Kraken looked like he wanted to say something…

But eventually, he sighed softly and left.

I was alone again.

I looked at the food on the table.

Steak.

Soup.

Some kind of expensive drink.

I opened another food cover.

"…Oh, there’s sambal."

I sat down and started eating immediately.

It was delicious.

I was about to go for seconds when a heavy voice suddenly appeared from behind.

"Like a starving person."

I choked.

"WEH!"

Fahad was standing at the bedroom door.

Black suit again.

Hair slightly damp.

Cold expression as usual.

I immediately scowled.

"Don't you know how to knock?"

"I'm the owner of the house."

"I don't care."

He looked at my empty plate.

"Just said you didn't want to stay here."

I kept chewing.

"Anger can't fight hunger."

Fahad walked in slowly.

I wondered why this man liked being so close to me.

Like he enjoyed crowding my space.

He sat down in front of me.

I immediately lost my appetite.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"I’m curious."

"What?"

"A woman like you… aren't you ashamed of eating so much?"

I felt the blood rush to my head.

I slammed the plate onto the table.

"Fine. Take the food back."

He was silent.

I stood up abruptly.

"Fine, I’m fat! I’m ugly! I’m sloppy! Everyone says the same thing!"

My voice began to break.

"But I don’t bother anyone's life!"

Fahad stared at me for a long time.

As usual.

Expressionless.

That was what I hated most.

I shoved his shoulder as I tried to walk past.

But suddenly, my head spun.

My vision blurred.

My body swayed—

And I collapsed.

•••

Faintly, I heard voices shouting.

"Boss!"

"She has a high fever!"

"Call the doctor, now!"

I tried to open my eyes.

Blurry.

All I could see was Fahad.

He was carrying me.

His face… was panicked.

Genuinely panicked.

"Dhia."

His voice was harsh.

But his hands were trembling as he held me.

I was delirious.

"Why do you look like you’re dying…"

"Be quiet."

"Do you hate me that much…"

His eyes shifted instantly.

"Who said I hate you?"

I let out a weak, small laugh.

"Your mouth did…"

Fahad screamed at his subordinates.

"THE CAR, NOW!"

I was slightly startled.

Eh?

This mobster…

Is panicking?

•••

I woke up in the hospital.

The smell of medicine hit my nose.

I groaned slightly.

And immediately saw someone sitting by the bed.

Fahad.

His black shirt was wrinkled.

Hair messy.

Eyes red as if he hadn't slept.

He was holding my hand.

I froze.

"…What are you doing?"

He quickly let go of my hand.

His face immediately turned hard again.

"Troublesome."

I looked at him, puzzled.

"If I’m troublesome, why did you look like you’d lost your soul earlier?"

He was silent.

I saw Kraken behind the door.

Kraken was smiling weirdly.

Like he wanted to laugh.

I looked back at Fahad.

"Eh…"

I gave a small, spiteful smirk.

"Were you worried about me?"

Fahad stood up immediately.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"But your eyes are swollen."

"Lack of sleep."

"Because of me?"

"Because of work."

I laughed softly.

Somehow…

I liked seeing him flustered.

This arrogant man looked a bit more human when he was scared.

But suddenly, the doctor entered.

"Mr. Fahad, your wife needs rest. She has severe gastritis and low blood pressure because she hasn't been eating properly."

Wife.

That word made both Fahad and me go silent at the same time.

The doctor left.

Silence.

I looked out the window.

"…I’m not used to people worrying about me."

My voice was soft.

Fahad didn't answer.

I smiled bitterly.

"Usually when I’m sick… people say it’s a good thing."

My hands played with the edge of the blanket.

"Because a fat girl like me… is just an eyesore to the world."

Suddenly, Fahad’s voice came out softly.

"You talk too much."

I glared at him.

He stared back at me intently.

And for the first time…

His voice wasn't cold.

"…Don't ever say that again."

My heart stopped for a second.

Because that man’s eyes…

Didn't look like they hated me at all. 🖤

Does Fahad actually not hate Dhia? Does he hate her because he's afraid of falling in love/losing her?

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