To Hate Asher Wilde

"Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone."

― Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You

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"I want a divorce," I snap, glaring at him. "I'm only nineteen! I shouldn't have gotten married!"

"Hmm," he muses, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "That's a shame."

"Why? What's so bad about wanting to get rid of you?"

"Because, darling wife, I quite enjoy being your husband. Plus, it helps me scare off those dumb guys who keep hitting on you." His lips curl into that infuriating smirk. "And stop glaring, will you? You’re going to get permanent wrinkles."

What would you do if you were kidnapped to Mexico with your nemesis, lost your mind, and woke up the next day married to him?

Kaylee Hart

Asher Wilde has always been a thorn in my side. When we were seven, he and his gang ruined my birthday party and tossed my dad into the pond. In middle school, he threw a birthday party on the same day as mine (even though his birthday was a week later) and stole all my friends. In high school, he charmed his way to becoming Student Body President, a title I rightfully deserved.

Seeing his smug face again at Harvard? Not on my agenda. I hate him with every fiber of my being.

But after a stupid assignment led to us being kidnapped together, I drowned my sorrows in beers, only to wake up married to my arch-nemesis. Yes, you read that right. I married my worst nightmare.

I begged for a divorce, an annulment, anything to undo this mess. And do you know what he said? He said he’d never let me go!

Asher Wilde

Kaylee Hart is my lucky charm. Seriously, whenever she’s around, things just work out for me. Somehow, we always end up in the same place—school, neighborhood, university. After my reputation took a hit when a video of me dumping a girl went viral, everyone thought I was a heartless playboy. Which, let’s be real, is kind of true. But luck struck again when Kaylee and I got kidnapped, and I ended up marrying her.

Not only did I become a national hero for “saving” Kaylee, but having a wife also made me look like a reformed man. Everyone thinks I'm a changed guy now.

So, letting Kaylee Hart go? Not happening. Ever. She’s my lucky charm, and I plan to keep her forever.

Afterall, a guy needs his good luck, right?[]