Superhuman Strength

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 I didn't want to do.

I would gladly endure hardships as long as I could receive a little more love from them.

Later, it was proven by facts that my parents indeed would pay a little more attention to me as long as I listened to them. I was content even if it was only one-tenth of their affection for my brother.

Therefore, when Alexander confirmed that their family motto was subduing others with force, I was so thrilled that it felt like a gigantic firework had been set off in my heart. In fact, his words instantly let out my desire for "freedom," which I had sealed for a very long time.

I didn't even have time to pay attention to Charlotte, who was howling in pain after getting beaten by Alexander.

Perhaps they assumed that I was shocked by this "revelation" as I stood still for way too long.

Alexander triumphantly slapped Charlotte's face for one last time before starting to enjoy his breakfast calmly.

I, on the other hand, embarked on my honeymoon with Oliver half an hour later. When we set off, Oliver still instructed me, "Darling, don't interrupt Dad when he is talking from now on. The elders naturally have their own reasons for doing things. We just need to conform to it."

Oliver's babble rang in my ears as he continuously instilled in me the Kingsleys' precept that men were the most superior.

"Honey, didn't Father say our family motto was subduing others with force?" I interrupted him. "What he meant was that he will obey whoever is the strongest, right? So, will he do whatever Mother says if she can resist his beating?"

Oliver was momentarily caught off guard before sneering and sizing me up with an extremely disdainful look on his face. "Yes, that's right. You are absolutely right. Still, men and women are inherently different. So, you must also listen to me, understand?

"Otherwise, I will discipline you like how Dad did with Mom."

I didn't respond. The excitement I felt had already made me work up. I would have laughed out loud now if it weren't for the fact that I was raised not to reveal any emotions on my face over the years.

Perfect! Now that Oliver confirmed that he would beat me like Alexander beat Charlotte if I disobeyed him, all I had to do now was wait for the right moment.

As long as he hit me, I would have a reason to unleash the demon that I had suppressed inside me for many years!

Since I truly looked forward to the moment I counterattacked him, I was very disobedient for the first time. I got rid of the me who constantly had a pleasant smile on her face and ignored everything Oliver said.

Nevertheless, as my current action had severely contravened my parents' teachings in recent years, I inevitably felt a little uneasy.

However, my guilt of disobedience disappeared without a trace as soon as the thought of me soon being able to compete with my husband in terms of force crossed my mind.

At first, he would still talk to me gently. However, his patience ran out shortly after as he regarded with stormy displeasure.

He completely exploded with rage once we got off the plane and arrived at the hotel.

"Are you telling me that this is the hotel you had booked? What kind of a lousy hotel is this? There isn't even a valet attendant in sight!"

"The hotel does have several valet attendants. They're just parking other guests' cars right now."

"Damn! This crappy room doesn't even pass off as a sea-view room! Let's check out and book another hotel!"

"It's the peak tourist season now, so we're considered lucky to be able to book this hotel."

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At this moment, Oliver struggled to grasp why I, who was so gentle and sweet the day before, seemed to have transformed into a different person the day after we got married and kept going against him.

He frowned and looked at me, anger slowly emerging in his eyes.

Meanwhile, I took my time and unpacked our luggage while deliberately being argumentative, saying snidely, "Honey, you are too demanding. The hotel's not the problem. It's you.

"You should make another booking if you want to switch hotels. Don't always expect me to do everything for you, okay? I'm your wife, not your nanny. You are a man of indomitable spirit, for God's sake!"

The exasperated Oliver clenched his fists tightly and was ready to hit me.

Although I was unpacking the luggage, I was discreetly observing him out of the corner of my eye.

I saw with my own eyes how he shed the gentle look on his face that he had shown me thus far. Now, his face was contorted with a fearsome scowl as he approached me with his fist raised and his teeth bared. "Melinda! I didn't expect to have to discipline you today!"