"What are you doing? Y..you let go of me," Cheyenne cried out, trying to pry Vivian's hand away from her arm. "Keep quiet you little wench," Emily muttered, through gritted teeth. Ali anxiously peeked to see how far Martin was and found him talking to a doctor. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she stared at the women they were trying to force out. She couldn't afford to let Mary see Martin as it would cause a lot of drama. "Ali, you dare to disrespect me because you have Jared now. You can't escape from your responsibility, the bride price belongs to your father," Mary ranted. "Bride price? Oh please don't make me laugh. I don't owe you anything and instead it is you, and that scumbag of a father that owes me and my brother. I will take back all my mother's properties. Just you wait and watch!" Ali retorted, glaring daggers at Mary. Cheyenne struggled with Vivian to escape the woman's clutches. When she gazed down at her arm, she found red bruises around the area V
Ali looked like a doll that even the men they met on the way out couldn't take their eyes off of her.Martin led her into his red Bugatti that was waiting at the front of the building. Like a perfect gentleman, he opened the car door for Ali and waited for her to settle down properly before closing the door. "Let me help with that," he said, when he saw Ali struggling with the seat belt. He leaned over to her and took his perfect time putting the seatbelt around her. In the meantime, Ali felt her heart beating like a war drum. Her breath caught up in her throat and she tried to hide the blush that was creeping to her cheeks. Martin pulled away and admired his handiwork. He flashed her a handsome smile before starting the car and driving away. The Laverock family estate was a place Ali could never dream of visiting or living, but because of her kind act of saving Madam Harriet, she was invited there and was going to be a member of the family. The first gate had more than twe
Ali looked at Harriet, her eyes bulging like a bird of night. Her lips opened, and closed as she was short of words over what Harriet said. She couldn't understand why Gerald's mother wanted to hurt her and the fear of having a sniper in the shadows watching her every move, and waiting for a perfect opportunity to shoot her made her heart pound. "Why is she after me? I don't think I have offended her in anyway, and besides I am getting married to Martin and not Gerald," Ali forced herself to say after a moment of speechlessness. Harriet heaved, and looked outside towards the sky. She said, "The political structure of our family is quite complicated. Gerald is the first son by right, and should be the patriarch of the family, but my husband made a new rule because of my late son," she looked at Ali again. "Anyone who gets married first would be the patriarch, leaving aside competence. I hated the rule and wanted to change it but changed my mind when those two rascals refused to
"I am not married to him," Ali hurriedly refuted, sending a glare towards Gerald for messing with her. "And that is where my question comes in. Why?," Gerald strode towards her slowly, "you needed help, and he wanted to help you. You didn't think sleeping with a total stranger and becoming his mistress were two different things, did you?" Ali pressed her lips tightly against each other, willing herself not to get angry and snap at him. He was Gerald Laverock, the cruelest businessman in Asia. She wasn't ready to die yet. "Mr Laverock, my decision is none of your business anymore. Didn't we agree not to bring this up as it would lead to more problems," said Ali, wearing a calm front even though she was fuming inside. "Someone needs a reminder about who they are and where they come from," Gerald coldly spoke, his tongue poked into his cheek. He stepped closer to Ali, and she took a step back everytime he moved until her back touched the wall behind her. Ali felt her mind turn
"Are you against it because of what would happen should Martin marry before you?" She asked. Her question earned her everyone's attention. "What did you say?" Gerald picked up a fork and threw it at her. "Aaarh," Ali screeched in horror when the fork flew towards her direction. She closed her eyes and covered her face, but the fork never got to her but landed on the plate of chicken right on top a chicken. Her eyes rolled, and she would have fallen from her seat if Martin hadn't grabbed her body. She had no strength left in her after screaming like that. Meanwhile, the reason for her fear only stood up and took the fork, taking a chicken along with it. He never once looked at her. Madam Harriet's face was unsightly, evident of her anger. She slammed the table as she scolded Gerald, "How dare you disrespect me and your brother like that?" She asked. "She didn't say anything wrong, you are in no position to tell me what to do or who Martin will marry." Harriet was so furious that
When Ali regained consciousness, she found herself inside a dark room and the only source of light was the candle that was about to extinguish. She looked around the room with horror and fright, recalling that she was eating dinner with the Laverocks before she passed out. As fear kicked in, the urgency to escape surged in her, and she began to call out for help. "Help! Someone, please help me!" She cried out desperately for what seemed like hours. She was confused as well as scared. There was no way she could have been kidnapped in the mansion unless someone in the mansion had captured her when she fainted and brought her here. There were only two people in her mind who could do this, Gerald and Bridget. Ali wailed louder, begging whoever kidnapped her to let her go, and just then the door creaked open and Gerald stepped in. Ali sniffed and begged him to release her, but Gerald kept laughing at her while pointing a gun to her head. "Gold digger. Didn't you want to be Mar
Hello guys please I would like to apologize for the irregular updates and unedited chapters.As of now I am in the middle of a serious work and preparing for a test so please pardon me. This book has been out for a while and hasn't gotten a single gem. Please drop a gem for Ali and Gerald. Please comment as well. We'll be entering into another part of this story, where love blooms. Please don't give up on us. Thanks for your support.
Ali dragged her feet on the floor as she tiredly made her way into the mansion, her dull eyes drooping slightly as sleepyness settled in. Today was the worst day of her life, the presentation her team had painstakingly put together was sabotaged and her direct supervisor had lashed out at her for it. And now she has to create a new presentation on her own. She felt her eyes sting, there were visible dark circles under her eyes, and her makeup had smudged, giving her the appearance of a ghost from a horror film. When she walked into the house, she discovered her stepmother and father sitting on the sofa, watching a romantic drama. On the table is a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of juice. Ali averted her gaze, her mood darkening even further. She moved slowly and walked past them, hoping she was invisible enough that no one would notice her, but the woman did. “Ali is here!" Mary exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. Ali caught her father's brief glance at her before returning