“Another toast for Mister and Mrs. Bruce!” The hall was filled with waves of laughter and applause. Beatrice tried to be happy but she was feeling nauseous again. She wanted to get out in the front and throw up. But she couldn’t because Mateo was holding her hand. As if she was going to get away from him. How? They just sign the paper that could make her his prisoner for a lifetime. “I-I need to go now, Mateo,” Beatrice begged. Mateo put his fingers in between hers and locked their palms. She sighed when she felt that he kissed the back of her palm. “Please.” “Okay, Mrs. Bruce.” Beatrice felt her heart stop when she heard what he called her. Just earlier, she was Miss Lichter. And tonight, before she slept, she was Mrs. Lichter. It was like a nightmare for her.“Amadeus will send you to our room. I want you ready when I get there.” “To… where?”Mateo gave Beatrice a playful smile before letting her hand go. It took her a while before she understood what he meant. She gasped and g
“Fuck! Fuck!” Mateo kicked the bed as soon as Beatrice left his room. He was ready and excited to feel her finally. Forcing a woman had always been easy for him. Though it was contracted. Anyone he had sex with experienced the same thing. He always liked it when they were scared and begging for him. But when he felt Beatrice's shaking body, he just couldn't continue to do it. She was begging him not to touch her. To feel her. And now it was tormenting him because he had been waiting for this time. Their marriage was supposed to be set for next week. But he learned from his business partners that David Lichter, Beatrice's father, was talking with some businessmen and discussing their island. David was planning on selling the island. And he clearly knew why. David must think that the amount of money that he would get from selling this place would be enough to stop his marriage with Beatrice. But it was a nice try. Mateo would never stop his marriage to Beatrice. He was not after money.
Beatrice woke up because of the noise inside her room. When she opened her eyes, she saw three women wearing a maid's uniform fixing things. She frowned at them. “What are you doing?” she asked. Just like that, the maids stopped moving and looked at her. They went to the end of the bed and bowed to her. “We are sorry, madam, if we woke you up. The master wanted to fix your things so you can go home now,” the woman in the center said. “Who?”“Your husband, madam.”Beatrice was stunned for a second. It took her a while before she realized that she had just been married last night. She sighed and laid back again. 'Right. I have married him already.'“We will prepare your breakfast first, madam.”Beatrice did not answer. She put her left hand up and stared at the gold ring she was wearing. It was a simple shiny gold ring only. But that symbolizes her being imprisoned in a situation she never wanted. “Madam. Here’s your breakfast. You can eat in your bed while we fix your things.”Bea
Beatrice sighed as she looked at the mansion. This will be her new home starting today. And it doesn’t feel right for her. “Madam. Let’s go to your room now,” Jen said. Beatrice nodded and they walked inside. She saw again the big painting of a woman at the top of the big stairs. She stopped when she was just below it. The woman really looked like her. “Jen. Do you know her?” she asked. Jen went to Beatrice’s side. “No, madam. I am new here. But I know that she was the former madam of this house.” Beatrice frowned. “Old madam? You mean she was Mateo’s wife too?” She looked at her servant. Jen nodded at her. She looked at the painting again. She never knew that Mateo was married already. “Do you know where she is now?” “I heard she was already dead.” “Oh.” Now she was interested. “Jen. Can you do me a favor?” Jen smiled and bowed. “Anything you asked, madam.” “Thank you. Can you find out more about her for me?” Jen looked at the painting. She was a new servant in this mansion
“M-Mateo. Why are you here?” Beatrice asked. She stopped moving and looked at Mateo who was closing the door. He looked at him like she said something wrong. “Why? It’s my house and my room. Is it wrong that I am here?” Beatrice opened her mouth. She wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t be in the room with her. But it would just make her stupid because he was saying the truth. Beatrice looked away. But she saw Mateo was already stripping off his clothes and it made her heart skip. She sat down in bed and tried to calm herself. What was he going to do? Why has he removed his clothes? Those were the thoughts running through Beatrice’s mind. She closed her eyes as she remembered their wedding night. “Relax. I’m going to shower,” Mateo said, and walked through the bathroom. Beatrice was relieved. She looked at the bathroom door. ‘How did he know?’ She held her chest and left a relaxed air in her mouth. She lay down on the bed and covered herself with a blanket. As if it could help he
“Thank you, sir.” Beatrice got out of the car. Amadeo was at her side and bowed to her. “I will send you to your room, madam.” “Ah? No! I’m okay. I can go there on my own, thank you.” Beatrice forced a smile at Amadeo. Then she looked at Cone. “I’ll call you later.” Cone bowed. “I’ll be in the parking lot only, madam.” “It’s okay. You can do anything you want. I’ll be out in the afternoon.” Cone looked at her hesitantly. “But…” He looked at Amadeo. When he nodded back to her, he bowed again to Beatrice. “Okay, madam.” “I’ll go now. Thank you for your help,” Beatrice said and walked inside the building. Amadeo shook his head. “Looks like madam needs more time to adjust to her new life.” He sighed. “Cone. Follow Madam’s orders. But make sure to know everything she does. Then report it to me later.” “Yes, sir.” “Wait for my call. I’ll just talk with the chancellor.” Amadeo went to the building where the chancellor's office was. He wanted to have business with Mateo. But his ma
“Oh, look who’s here. My little sister is back!” Clementine smirked and looked at Beatrice from head to toe. Her arms were crossed and her brows were arched. At her side, Barbie and Faith were standing too, giving Beatrice and Kyla a hard look. “Hey, Clementine! Will you stop bullying Beatrice?! You’re not even her real sister!” Kyla said. She was always the one who fought for Beatrice when Clementine’s group bullied her. Beatrice touched Kyla’s hand to ask her to stop. But Kyla was already glaring at Clementine. Clementine looked at Kyla. “Why? What are you going to do?” “You–” "Kyla," Beatrice came to a halt in front of her friend. She looked at her stepsister. “What do you want?” Clementine laughed in a mocking way. “What? I’m just asking how you are. Is it wrong? Especially now that you’re not going home to our house?” “Well, I’m sure that you would like it that I’m not going home. Why still ask?” Clementine felt her blood boil because of Beatrice's answer. “Wow! I see you
Beatrice reached the mansion. She was greeted by Jen. Jen insisted on getting her things and accompanying her to the room.“Is he home?” she asked.“Master Bruce? Not yet, Madam.”Beatrice frowned. Why did he want her home already if he was not yet home? Beatrice shook her head. Why would she even care about it?“I will get your bath ready, Madam.”When Beatrice noticed Jen had already gone to the bathroom, she sighed. She will never be used to someone doing things for her.She decided to fix her things on her table. She had some schoolwork to do, and she would be very busy for a while. Her professor gave her notes because they would give her an exam to make up for the days she was absent. She knew she didn’t have to because of Mateo’s connection, but she insisted. Beatrice didn’t want to use that privilege.“Madam, your bath is ready. Please take a bath now before it becomes cold.”Beatrice looked at Jen. She smiled. “Thank you. But you don’t have to do this again tomorrow, okay?”Je