Hate At First Night

Synopsis

On our wedding night, Stephen Benton, heir to the Benton family fortune, walked into the bedroom wearing white gloves, holding a bottle of disinfectant spray. He sprayed my face without hesitation and said, "Elianna, stay away from me. I feel sick just looking at a gold-digger like you. "Carley is the only one who can touch my body. You don't even deserve to stand in her shadow." I said nothing. Calmly, I turned and went to fetch my blanket for the guest room. As I passed him, the fabric of my nightdress accidentally brushed the back of his hand. In the next second, the disgust on Stephen's face abruptly gave way to a deep flush. He doubled over, grabbing my wrist tightly. His breathing turned rough—ragged. "What... what did you do to me?" he asked. I looked at him. His body was already betraying him, veins standing out along his neck. "Mr. Benton," I said evenly, "didn't you just say I disgust you?" Stephen buried his face in my neck, inhaling sharply as if trying to steady himself, while grinding out through clenched teeth, "Shut up. Body and soul are separate things. My soul still despises you."