Hitched: My Naughty Wife

Chapter 9: Getting Slapped

Dora, "Hah, what can you see with your eyes?"

Flavio replied with a smirk playing on his lips, "Well, I'll have to get you a gift then. How about turning what we did in the bathroom yesterday into an animation for your engagement ceremony? I guarantee it'll be a unique touch!"

Dora took a couple of steps closer to him, noticing his wheelchair, and figured he didn't want people to know he could stand. So, she provocatively asked, "Don't stress yourself. When the time comes, should you stand or sit?"

Flavio got choked up for a moment but then smirked, "It depends on what you prefer. There are plenty of positions, you know? If you like them all, I've got them covered!"

Dora shot him a fierce look, "Give it a rest, will you?"

Honestly, why was this guy so shameless?

She was about to continue her search for someone, but her phone started ringing. She answered it and found it was a call from Bailey. "Dora, where are you?"

Dora replied, "I'm in the banquet hall."

"I'm in the lounge. Come over."

Dora was skeptical. She had just left the lounge. How come she didn't see Bailey during the short chat with Flavio?

She turned back and went to the lounge, opening the door and scanning the room. She expected only Triumph family members to be there, but she was surprised to find Green family members as well.

Yousuf was sitting on the couch, clutching his arm like he'd suffered a great injustice. Wrynn was gently massaging his arm, even though he used to be so considerate to Dora. But this time, he didn't even look up at her.

Nechemya was languidly seated in a chair, his arms crossed defensively, as if seeking an explanation.

Bailey and Zackaree had carefully composed expressions, avoiding eye contact with her. And as soon as Yma spotted her, her lips curled into a triumphant smile.

Dora didn't bother with her and greeted the people inside, "Uncle Green, Aunt Scott, Dad..."

*Slap!*

Before she could finish her greetings, her face took a hard slap.

"Dora, have I spoiled you too much? Have you forgotten what I told you? When will you ever change these bad habits of yours?" Her father scolded.

Dora stood there, stunned, holding her stinging cheek. She stared at this unfamiliar man, her eyes cold and filled with a dreadful air. Was this really her father?

In an instant, a terrifying rage surged through her, a desire to bring the world to its knees.

Her other hand, which hung at her side, clenched into a tight fist.

She swept her icy gaze over the people in the room. No one spoke up for her. It was as if she deserved the slap!

Finally, she locked eyes with Zackaree.

"I came because you asked me to. What more do you want?" she said.

Zackaree was fuming, pointing at her, "Why are you dressed like this? I called you here for an engagement, not a brawl. Look what you've done to Yousuf!"

Dora understood now. So Yousuf's claim was true.

Her father didn't believe her. She didn't just get scolded; she got slapped as well.

She let out a cold laugh and decided she had nothing more to say. "I'm not going through with this wedding. Marry whoever you want yourself!" With that, she turned to leave.

"Wait," Nechemya suddenly spoke, his tone arrogant, "Of course, the wedding can't proceed. While the Green family might not be the cream of the crop, not just anyone can enter. Aunt Scott agreed to your marriage with my son out of loyalty to your mother. But now, you're here causing trouble with my son. A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. No manners, no upbringing, rough, ignorant, and impolite. Even if we lifted you to this level, you'd still be unfit for high society!"

Well, that was a straight-up rude remark. Dora had already reached the door but suddenly froze in her tracks. She slowly turned around, and in that instant, her entire demeanor changed. Her icy breath filled the room, her gaze hid a chilling intent, and her lips curled with a sinister smirk.

"It's fine," she retorted, "You can let your son engage with whoever you want. You guys, all high and mighty, aren't my cup of tea anyway!"

Nechemya's face flushed with anger but remained speechless. Zackaree, on the other hand, felt like he was drowning in regret, wondering why he'd ever brought his daughter back from the countryside.

"Dora!" Bailey approached, worried she would ruin the engagement completely, and admonished, "Do you realize what you're saying? How can you speak like this to your uncle? He's your future father-in-law, your elder!"

Dora shifted her gaze to Bailey's face, "Did you not hear him scold me? Is that how an elder should speak?"

Bailey frowned, "But Dora, the thing is, you were in the wrong today. Yousuf was just worried and looking for you. He wanted to know where you were last night. Is there a need for violence? Your uncle was concerned for his son, and you, as a junior, should have just listened. Why argue back? You should apologize to your uncle."

Dora's eyes glinted coldly, "Apologize? I apologize to people who deserve respect."

"Big sister—" Yma stepped closer, reaching out to touch Dora.

Dora sidestepped her, her eyes sharp, "Don't touch me; I find you dirty."

Yma yielded, "Alright, alright. I won't touch you. Please, stop making a scene. Just apologize now. You hit Yousuf, and that was wrong. He's your fiancé!"

Dora raised an eyebrow, "He's my fiancé, and you're still touching him?"

Yma looked like she'd been wronged, "Big sister, why do you say that? Didn't you drug us? Yousuf and I, we..."

Dora sneered, "You two really have no shame..."

Zackaree worried that if Dora kept talking, the wedding would be a complete bust. He stepped in front of her, warning her with a stern look, "Dora, shut your mouth. You dare bring up that incident again? Do you know you're tarnishing the Triumph family's reputation?"

Dora found it rather amusing, "I'm tarnishing it? Did I sleep with someone else? Did I climb into another person's bed? How did I tarnish your precious Triumph family's reputation?"

Zackaree was infuriated, but before he could say more, he raised his hand as if to strike her.

But as his hand began its ascent, a delicate hand intercepted it. Dora looked at him, her voice icy, "You want to hit me again? Did you get a taste for it already?"

Zackaree hesitated for a moment, infuriated but defeated. He slumped back on the couch, crestfallen.

It was over. All over!

Nechemya, however, was still confused and turned to Yousuf, "What's going on?"

Yousuf had already rehearsed the story with Yma and immediately explained, "I received a call from Dora and went to the nightclub. I had a drink of the water she poured for me, and then I didn't remember anything. I thought the person was Dora..."

Bailey was bewildered, "Yma, you said that you and Yousuf didn't..."

Yma hung her head, "Mom, I'm sorry. I knew Dora was the one engaged to Yousuf, but I didn't want to disrupt their engagement, so I didn't tell you the truth."