Mobo Novels
It’s been four years since I married my arch-nemesis.
He got into a car accident and lost his memory—his mind stuck in the past, before our wedding. When he saw my wedding ring, he smirked and said, “Who was unlucky enough to end up with you?”
I glanced at the bandage on his head, thinking, dude, if I said it was you, I’m pretty sure your brain would start bleeding.
“Never mind, it’s not you anyway.”
“When did you get married?”
“Four years ago.”
“What was I doing at that time?”
I smiled. “You gave me a huge gift back then.”
He lowered his eyes. “That’s impossible.”
For some reason, there was a trace of loneliness between his sharp eyebrows.
As expected, this guy is still hard to fool, even after losing his memory.
Given our history, it’s totally impossible for him to give me a gift. Knowing him, he’d probably have wanted to spike all the drinks at the wedding, turning it into the biggest joke in history. That’s more his style.
Looking at his dazed expression, my hand moved faster than my brain.
I reached out and pinched his cheek. “Let’s go, let’s go home.”
“Go home?” His eyes suddenly lit up, like he’d found a glimmer of hope.
I quickly made up an excuse.
“Oh, the Sterling family went bankrupt. Didn’t you know?”
“You’re my servant now.”
The always-proud Ethan Sterling finally cracked.
I was putting on an act, of course. I’d already prepped all the staff at home and cleared it with his parents. To help Ethan feel at ease for a while, I’d lie to him first—so he wouldn’t stress about company matters.
So, when he got in the car, he still clung to that last bit of hope.
When he called his parents to confirm, their answer was:
“Son, our family… really went bankrupt.”
He put down his phone, his eyes slightly red. The golden boy, the pride of the Sterling family, had now become a broke young man. Half a day later, he finally muttered:
“So… what do I do at your house?”
“A lot. Laundry, cooking, pouring tea, oh—and washing my feet.”
He turned his head away, staring out the window. His cold profile looked even more broken under the weight of his mood.
Anyone would feel a little sorry for him, thinking, poor guy.
I was dying laughing inside, but I kept a straight face.
You have to understand—the usual Ethan Sterling is a domineering, untouchable god. His life has been a golden path, a straight-up legend. Sparks and lightning followed him everywhere.
I once joked that the only time I’d see Ethan Sterling’s eyes red for me would be at my funeral.
When that reached Ethan’s ears, he smirked and said, “You’re overthinking it. At your funeral, I’ll just be there to set off fireworks.”
Seeing him so fragile now? Absolutely priceless.
I smiled the whole way home.
As soon as I walked in, I headed straight to my study to tackle the mountain of paperwork waiting for me. When I finally made it back to my room, I found Ethan standing there, holding a basin… of foot-washing water.
He seemed lost in thought, just staring at the basin, and it gave me a pang of guilt. Next to him were his pajamas—the same ones he’s been wearing since college, all the way through four years of our marriage. It’s kinda cute how sentimental he is about them. He looked up at me, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
“Aren’t you married? Why are my things in your room?”
I smirked, stepping closer and playfully tugging at his collar. His ears turned red as he glanced away, looking totally flustered. “Hey, what are you doing?”
My fingers traced a circle on his chest. “Well, my husband’s been out of the country since we got married, you know? A girl’s got needs on these lonely nights.”
He looked stunned. “So… am I your boy toy?”
“More like a plaything, honestly.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. He lowered his gaze, his eyes clouding with a hint of sadness. His voice was soft, almost fragile. “A toy… that’s fine too.”
Seeing him so defeated and vulnerable, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d gone too far. Ethan’s such a proud guy. To go from waking up after a nap to being a servant, and now a… plaything? Was that too much?
But before I could overthink it, he pulled me into his arms, his grip tight and desperate, as he crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss wasn’t tender—it was raw, intense, and full of emotion.