Six

"You are the one acting stubborn Grandpa. Ariel has a child for me, she is my responsibility. And I already married her before coming here too, you can't object to our union. I decide who I want to get married to, spend my life with, and also who I love too. Don't force it, Grandpa, it won't work out." Dylan remarked expressionlessly.

"You choose to disobey your grandpa all because of this silly woman right here, you will regret your decision, Dylan. I will prove to you how much of a gold digger she is." The old man swore before stomping away from there, he was furious and at the same time worried.

The old man's Assistant followed after the man so he would not get into an accident while walking in a hurry. Ariel stood with both worry and shock in her being, she stepped backward trying to leave from there but Dylan's hold on her hand was too tight.

"Where do you think you are running off to? What is he talking about? Did you come here three years ago? How did you find out my identity?" Dylan questioned with puzzlement in his tone, although he argued with his grandfather. He was still someone that pick out the facts.

"You do not have to know that, just let me go already. I do not want to be here, I already told you I can't do this. This isn't right, we are from different dimensions in life, you are rich and I am not. Please let me go and do not bother me anymore." Ariel pleaded trying to escape from there.

Ariel felt like she was being pushed back to the dirty past she had tried to run away from in the past, although she loved and cared about others in the past. She was betrayed and backstabbed by them all. Her father threw her and her mother out, she did not trust the rich.

Ariel did not want to have anything to do with the rich, all she wanted was to live her life quietly and her current situation was not helping matters. "You have to explain to me what he means, if you do not speak up then everyone will always misunderstand your intentions and take you as a fool."

Dylan spat out letting go of her hand, he was already pissed off as it is. He stepped closer to Ariel intimidating her with his height and piercing gaze. "I do not see any reason to talk about the past, it has already been years. For three years, there is no use talking about it anymore. No one will believe me as it is. You saw a moment ago, your grandfather still thinks I did it."

*What is the use of explaining when all I get is ridicule and unfair judgment from people? If I am done here, I have to go now." Ariel remarked stepping back in a bid to leave from there.

"You are not escaping from so soon, we are leaving together. As I said to my grandfather, from now on you are my wife and you have to stay by my side too. I will send people to get my son from wherever you kept him, just tell me where he is." Dylan stated holding onto her wrist to stop her from leaving from there.

Ariel frowned, she tried to shake her hand away from his grip but it did not move from it. She turned around frustrated and angry, "Let me go already. He is my son and not yours, you have no reason to ask about him and I am not your wife. You do not know me too."

"You are coming with me. You can not escape from me so easier, even if you try to act angry and strong I know your witness. Remember you have to follow my wishes or else I will make sure your mother does not get any treatment from the hospital and I am guessing my son is there too." Dylan said.

He pulled on Ariel's hand and stride out of the mansion with her trailing beside him, he was not going to give up. It was his mother's wish to see him reunited with the woman she wanted for him and he was going to fulfill that at all costs.

...............

In another huge mansion, the sound of the vase breaking and the glasses falling on the ground was heard loudly in the mansion. The servants shrank at the door not knowing if they should step inside the room or not, the young miss had been throwing a tantrum ever since she saw the news.

The bulter mustered up the courage, he knocked on the door. "Young madam please calm down, do not hurt yourself, please. The glass and the vases are pointy and sharp, you may end up cutting yourself." The butter pleaded in fear, if the master came then they would all be in trouble.

Charity picked up the tv control and threw it at the mirror which resulted in the mirror chattering into pieces, she heard the voice of the servants but she was not going to listen to them. She was angry and upset, she should have known she got tricked Hy those guards.

"Ah! I hate you all." Charity yelled aloud, stamping her foot on the broken glasses. Blood spilled out of her legs while she continued stamping on the broken glasses, the self pain she was busy inflicting on herself made no difference to her.

"What should we do? The master is going to be furious if he gets back home, the guards said he is already on his way back. Does anyone not have the spare in key young Miss's room? Someone do something." A maid said running into the situation.

"We can only hope the young miss does not decide to kill herself in there, she took all the extra keys back from us. We can not gain access to her room except for the master. This is bad, very bad. At the rate, she will kill herself.”