"WHAT happened to your daughter, Noah?" Noah's wife's words echoed in all four corners of the room. "I will not forgive you if anything happens to my daughter!"
Noah exhaled. "I am giving what is best for her—”
"Can you hear yourself?" she stepped in front of him with her hands on her waist and said, "She was your only daughter. What you wanted is not appropriate. You can’t just force your daughter to marry someone, especially if it was Luke! We've been longtime friends with the Carters, but because of Ryleigh's obsession with Lucas, you will use it to destroy someone else's life. You know Lucas has a fiancé, right?"
Noah pinched the bridge of his nose as he control his temper. "She will return. Just let her be—"
“No! Noah, you will stop this nonsense. In case you were unaware, William and Charlotte were forced to marry, and despite the fact that Charlotte loves William, he continues to treat her like a puppet.”
"However, William was born to be domineering, and Charlotte's submission to him is her fault. Lucas is dissimilar to William.”
"I'm still worried about Ryleigh. What if Lucas will treat our daughter terribly just because of what you wanted, huh, Noah? What if our ONLY child suffers in Luke’s hand? You are making Ryleigh destroys her best friend’s life!”
"I'm certain Luke will not do that. He respects us and is kind to Ryleigh. The only difference is that they will marry each other, which is the only way to restore the Carter empire. I will discuss this with Charlotte,” Noah said.
"I won’t forgive you, Noah, if something happened to Ryleigh."
WHEN Lucas returned home, her mother shared the news with him.
"What have you said, mother?" Lucas asked.
"Your uncle Noah will help you with the business and has vowed to recover all damages."
As he removed his necktie, he informed his mother, "I don't need their help."
Hannah is now out of the country for a photo shoot. His fiancée is a bikini model at a renowned modeling agency in California. Initially, he disapproves of her profession, but he eventually respects her.
Lucas’s mother apologized to him, shaking her head.
Luke then glanced at his mother with confusion. He approached her and knelt in front of her. He witnessed a single tear drop from her eye.
"What's the matter, mom?"
“I… I do not wish for the business where your father dedicated his entire life to be wasted."
"Of course, neither do I. I won't let that happen."
"Therefore, I signed a contract with the Evans—"
“What? What did you do?" Even though he heard everything clearly, he still inquired.
“I signed a contract with the Evans.”
"What contract?"
"Son, you shall wed Ryleigh."
Lucas became deaf upon hearing the news. He has no idea what to think. Why? Why does his mother do this without his permission? He is capable of resolving the issue on his own. He is attempting to collect the significant losses despite the fact that it may be difficult.
"M-Mom, why?" He nearly suffocated. "You knew I was engaged. I love Hannah. I am making every effort; I'm almost there. I can restore the company."
Her mother began to shed tears as she began to shake her head. "I'm sorry," she wailed.
Lucas strokes the back of her mother. "Don't cry, mom. The doctor warned that tension is unhealthy for you. Stop crying!" However, his mother cannot hold back her emotions as she regrets what she has done, but it is the only option to save her late husband's business. "Please, Mom, stop crying."
The worry in Luke's words causes her to cry more.
Before returning to her mother's room, Luke stepped outside and contacted their maid to deliver water.
"I will discuss it with Uncle Noah, Mom. Don't be concerned."
However, his mother shook her head once more. "It's the only way to restore the business, son. The Evans is potent, and the contract cannot be modified.”
"I will speak to Rye also, mother. Don't worry about it."
Her mother again shook her head. "It is the only option, son."
“No. I will speak to them," he remarked as he exited the room.
RYLEIGH locked herself inside her room after getting back. She doesn’t know what to feel. It was mixed emotions. Luke was her dream guy but she knew she can have him because she saw how in love Luke is with his fiancé. She was about to reach for the tissue box on the side table when her phone rang, and when she saw the caller ID, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. She hesitated and cleared her throat prior to responding.
“Luke—”
"We should talk."
“I… I can’t—”
“No. Let's talk. Meet me at the coffee shop near your villa," he said and hung up the phone.
Ryleigh sighed and wiped her tears away as she was well aware of his desires. She wore a floral dress with short sleeves, sandals, and a little sling purse.
"Mom, I'll just get some matcha coffee," she remarked, kissing her mother's cheek.
Ryleigh sent Luke a text message while entering the Cafe. And after a minute, Luke came. She was aware of what he wanted and she has a bad feeling about it. She dislikes his gazes. She felt chills and fears.
“W-Why did you—”
Luke interrupted her murmur with the words, "Cancel the wedding. There is no way I will marry you," he stated in a deep, icy voice.
"I can't—"
"I dealt with you fairly. We've been buddies for a decade. Why must you treat me this way? To my mom? To my life?”
Ryleigh was about to speak when she remembers what her father said when she gets back yesterday.
“Don’t make me go beyond things just because you disobey my will.”
“I-I’m sorry—”
“Sorry?” Luke mocked. "You are a heartless, terrible bitch!"
"O-Only my father will violate the agreement, which bears his signature. Aunt Charlotte signed the document. There is nothing I… I can do about it…”
Luke laughed sarcastically. “Stop pretending. If you don’t want the idea, you should have talked to your father—”
“I’m sorry…”
Luke stood up, scowled at her while clenching his fist, and snarled, "I despise you, Ryleigh," before leaving.
A pain throbs in Ryleigh’s chest. She’s a victim too. Her father threatened her.
LUCAS went to Mr. Evans’s office the following day to encourage him to withdraw from the deal. His mother forbade him from doing it, but he was anxious to do it anyhow.
"Withdraw that decision, Uncle. You should have consulted me first before using my mother just to fulfill it,” he stated, staring at his Uncle Noah.
The old man shook his head. “I can’t.”
"With all due respect, Uncle. I treasured you as my father’s friend for a long time. You can’t do this to me. I can handle the empire…" he said, attempting to find a glimmer of hope that his uncle may show him consideration. "I love, Hannah." He clenched his fist as he thought about how he will tell her that he is getting married, but not to her, is weakening him.
"Ryleigh loves you, Luke. She deserves a chance."
Luke scoffed, hands clenched, head bowed; his chest is wracked by excruciating pain, and suddenly hatred boosted in.
Noah averted his gaze since he could not bear Luke's anguish at the moment. He doesn’t care if Luke will think that it was Ryleigh’s idea. He may be angry right now but soon he will realize.
Luke was on the thought of begging but he never begged in his entire life. He never went down to ask a stupid question.
“Why?” he murmured.
"The agreement between me and your mother has been settled. You can’t do anything about it. Ryleigh is my only daughter and one clause says that you will treat her nicely. With it, I will surely help you with your business.”
"Bullshit!" he shouted, rising slowly. His nails dug in his palm as he clenched tightly. He stared into his Uncle Noah's eyes directly. "You were Dad's best friend. Aunt Kylie's dearest friend was Mom. I don't need your assistance with the business!" he paused to breathe. "You knew I didn't want your assistance and would oppose the arrangement, so you had Mom sign instead. You use her to your advantage. You knew she was readily persuadable. You chose her instead of me because you knew I would disagree!" he exclaimed, causing the elderly man to jerk slightly in his seat.
Lucas laughed sarcastically. "I hope you will be happy as you wreck my life,” he added, living the words that may make the elderly guy feel bad. "Since there's nothing that I can do with it, I'll marry your daughter tomorrow." He is too frail to ask for things once more. Luke exited the room after completing his task. All the respect he had for the old man has gone in a blink.
RYLEIGH spoke on the telephone with her best friend, Abby, who now resides in New York. She is an architect in the architecture firm owned by her uncle."I still find it hard to think Lucas will marry you. He has a fiancé, yet he will marry you," Abby, who appears perplexed, remarked.Ryleigh sighed. "Yeah. Tomorrow is the wedding," she said."I'm sorry, girl, but I cannot attend your wedding.""It's okay. It's only a civil ceremony. I wish to maintain secrecy as much as possible. You knew they were suffering an issue, and I don't want the media to use the situation for financial gain by publishing an article about it. My father informed me that the wedding must be private."Abby appears to perceive something in Ryleigh's comments."Rye…""Yes?""Will you be honest with me? Lucas will not marry you because he loves you, right?"Ryleigh exhaled deeply."Ryleigh… I want the truth. I have known you for many years. Luke will never love you or marry you if he is madly in love with Hannah."
THEIR families had returned home, leaving them as the only ones inside. She huddled to get Lucas’s attention, who was typing on his phone. He was seated across from her on the couch.To clear her throat, she breathed and hemmed. “Where is our room?” she inquired, causing Lucas to pause and stare at her.He laughed. “Our room? You’ve got to be kidding me. Do you think I’ll share a room with you now that you’ve done this?” Ryleigh noticed how he clutched his fist as he rose. “Keep dreaming, Rye. There is no way I will share a room with you. Why not, if it was Hannah?” He moved closer to her. Because the male is much taller than she is, being roughly six feet three inches tall while she is five feet eight inches tall. She then raised her head to meet his angry gaze. “Listen, selfish bitch,” he said as he grabbed her arm and drew her closer. She almost cursed as she felt the warmth of his heavy breathing. “File for divorce, or I will make your life a living hell.”Because she was Ryleigh,
RYLEIGH was wearing her clothing late at night when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find Lucas standing in front of her. The man instructed her to see him in his office as if nothing had happened. She can still feel the pain in her scalp, but she agreed to put up with it if it meant staying at Lucas’s side. If punishing her is the only way he knows how to deal with what she has done to him, she will do it no matter how painful it is... because she will continue to hope that Lucas will comprehend all she has given and sacrificed. She checked herself in the mirror before leaving her room. She was dressed in a black sleeveless top and cotton shorts. Simultaneously, she let her long hair fall to her waist.It's been a long time since her previous haircut, and she might be able to get another one in a month.Lucas’s workplace is on the opposite side of the second level from his room. She walks down the dim hallway and comes to a halt beside the black door, where Lucas dragg
RYLEIGH awoke with a tinge of discomfort in her scalp and cheeks. Even her arm, where Lucas dragged her roughly, had marks from his tight grip. Lucas’s slap left a tiny swelled bruise. In front of the mirror, she sighed. Lucas had been hard on her since the beginning of their marriage, but she knew that he still had a loving heart. Lucas was the one who took her into her room after she had passed out. Even though she is naked, the man covers her with the comforter. And she's content with it. Perhaps she needs some time to tame him. She will do anything to please him, even if it means accepting all of his penalties. She came out of the shower and dressed before heading downstairs to prepare their breakfast. Even though Lucas despises her, he eats everything she has prepared. And she appreciates it. It may be difficult for her to accept that Lucas knows how to cause hurt to others, but she will do her best to tolerate everything. He may be inflicting pain on her, but she feels he canno
RYLEIGH braced herself for her punishment after Keith's departure. Whatever it is, she must remain strong... and try not to faint. Unfortunately, she lost consciousness on that particular night. Luke may now believe that she is a weak woman. This time, though, she will ensure that she endures everything. She is aware that if the man is obeyed, he will not harm her. Ryleigh's only obligation is to obey him, she thought to herself as she climbed the stairs. She was also perplexed because Luke had instructed her to prepare a snack for them, but when he approached her as she was placing the snacks on the tray, he informed her that Keith had departed and that he would see her in his playroom. She paused at the door and exhaled deeply before knocking three times. Her heart began to beat quicker than normal, and her palms began to sweat despite the breezy air. When the door opened, her knees began to shake, and if she hadn't gripped the door jamb, she would have fallen to the floor. Whe
She kicked his leg, causing him to pause, in response to her adrenaline rush and the desperation to escape his grasp.As soon as she saw his enraged eyes, she began to look in every direction. She regarded him. She apologized, fearing that the man might slap her again. She observed Luke wince as he straightened his posture and headed towards the door. He is holding the knob, but he has stopped. "See you at ten in that room," he said before opening the door. "Go downstairs and prepare something for me and Hannah," he added as he left the room. Rye slumped to the ground, and the tears she had been attempting to hold back began to fall. ‘Why can't he just be considerate and treat me as he did before?’ She questioned herself. Luke was kind and considerate to her. However, he now appears to treat her as a pet. AFTER she fixed her items, she went downstairs to cook dinner—an early dinner as it was just 4:30. When she descended, she did not observe the two. She reasoned that perhaps the
Rye simply nodded because she did not know how the game was played, but she had an idea because Luke had spanked her and given her thirty blows to the butt.When Luke got a closer look at Rye's butt, he mentally swore when he noticed a small bruise on her left butt. Luke lacks a compelling explanation for why he wanted to spank Rye. When Rye felt Luke's hands rubbing her left butt, where she could still feel pain, she closed her eyes. She simply grimaced and bit her lip to stop complaining. Her spouse then massaged her other globe gently, warming her entire body. His soft, soothing touch seems to ignite something she is unfamiliar with within her tummy. "There is a safe phrase for every game I present, Rye," he murmured as he stroked her left breast. Luke smiles as he realizes that he has effectively triggered Rye's arousal with her audible moan. "Each time we play a game, we must use a safe phrase," continued Lucas. "Green for go, yellow for stop, and red if things are becoming
Ryleigh awaken early, but she was too slow to get up since she was still in pain below. It was a simple move on his part. However, he entered without her knowledge.As much as she desired to snuggle with her pillow, she had a wifely obligation to fulfill. She glanced at the wall-mounted clock and saw that it was 5:12 a.m. Well, she doesn't need to set her digital alarm clock by her bed because she always wakes up at five o'clock in the morning without fail.She got up and made her bed prior to taking a shower. She is headed towards the staircase when she catches sight of Lucas, who is dashing in his business attire. Damn! She muttered an inward curse.She smiled regardless of what had transpired the previous evening. "Good morning," she said as she began to descend the stairway. Luke is still her husband; thus, she must respect him.She inquired, "What do you want for breakfast?" to initiate a dialogue between them."Just some coffee and bread, but you're not required to serve me. Sim