His Sweet Menace novel

---- Chapter 35 Charles begged me to love him. In the past, I would have done anything for that moment. But now, it felt pointless. I couldn't do it, so I stayed silent and watched him fall apart. Seeing me like this, he raged on and on, repeating the same line, "Shay, you stole my heart, then threw it away like trash! How could you do this to me? You can't do this to me..." I refused to acknowledge his breakdown, figuring he would calm down eventually.

When he realized I wouldn't respond, his wild outburst shifted. He suddenly stopped, letting out a bitter laugh. "Shayla, you will love me." Then, he stood up and spoke to the bodyguard, "Come here. Destroy Carl's headstone. Dig up his body!" I froze for a second. When I realized what he meant, I stumbled upright before they could obey.

"Charles Bowman, what are you doing?" Under the falling snow, he uttered calmly, "Shay, I don't like it when you call me by my full name." ---- I picked up on his hint and changed how I addressed him, "Please don't do this, Charles." "So, Shay, will you love me?" he asked. I shivered, unsure of what he really wanted. He wanted a lie, even though he knew it was fake? "Is it really that hard to love me? Fine.

Then, I'll have them tear him out of the ground!" Ionly hesitated for a second, and Charles already lost his patience. I glanced at Carl's headstone, then at Charles, who was ready to commit such a monstrous act. He would do it. I knew he would. Before the bodyguard could move, I closed my eyes and gave in. "I will. I will love you." "Shayla, open your eyes and look at me when you say it. Whom will you love?" Forced to lift my gaze, I stared right at him.

"Charles, I will love you." "Good, Shay. It's enough. Come home with me." He extended a hand, regaining the cool composure of a refined gentleman. Icrouched down and brushed the snow from Carl's tombstone , silently mouthing , "Carl, wait for me." ---- In the next moment , Charles yanked me to my feet. Even though he was unsteady himself, he stubbornly clung to me. "Shay, from now on, I'll station guards here at Carl's grave.

Don't even think about running or leaving me." His car was waiting outside the cemetery. He dragged me along, step by shaky step, his voice also wavering. He spoke, as though his heart condition meant nothing, "Besides Carl's grave, I'll also keep an eye on your old orphanage, the Matron, and your friends. As long as you do what I say, they'll all be safe." "Charles Bowman...

No, Charles, you're disgusting for threatening me like this!" I seethed with hatred, unsure if I had misjudged him or if I had simply never realized how possessive he could be. I thought he would hate me and take revenge, which he did, but it was not the kind of revenge I expected. He did it all in the name of love. "Shay, no matter how disgusting I am, you'll still be my wife." That was his final remark before we got in the car. Then, having forced himself this far, he finally passed out.

---- His wife? Charles still wanted to marry me.