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Sophia's POV

What?

Ethan is here?

With flowers?

What the fuck?!

Without waiting for Lisa to say anymore, I pushed her out of my way.

I ran through the hallway with my heart racing. Ethan is here for me with—? Oh, this must be a dream.

“Wait… Sophia,” Lisa shouted behind me.

I slowed my steps down as I got to the staircase. It wouldn’t be so nice if I smashed my face down before Ethan.

My head turned around, trying to find him as we got to the living room.

Then I saw him, but he looked a bit different.

“Is this Ethan?” I asked myself, but I didn’t know I was too loud.

“Ethan?” Lisa said with her face twisted with mockery.

“I thought you said Ethan is waiting downstairs...”

“And you think the almighty Blackwood heir will come here?” Lisa chuckled, “I said Aiden, that’s the name of his driver.”

“Oooh,” I muttered. I rolled my eyes and walked toward the man—Aiden.

“Hello, Mr. Aiden,” I greeted and he turned to me. He was well-dressed in a shirt and trousers. His brown hair was styled neatly backwards.

“Good morning, Miss Carter. Sir Blackwood asked me to give you this…” With that, he handed me the flowers and an envelope.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what’s inside, and Lisa, being Lisa, rushed toward me.

“Open it…” she whispered, nudging me, which almost made me roll my eyes. Lisa never hides her crazy character, so I wonder why she is whispering now.

I tore the envelope open, and it was a dinner invite. Not just an ordinary dinner, but a dinner with Ethan. With him alone!

What?

I felt my heart sink in the pool of fear.

“W-what, why this?” I asked no one in particular.

“Well, I don’t know, but be prepared ma’am. I will come to pick you up by 7 p.m.” And with that, Aiden left.

“Bye, Aiden,” Lisa said, shutting the door.

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“Ohh, Sir Blackwood told me about it this morning, that he wanted to make things look natural. So he wants you two to go on frequent dates so the paparazzi can do their thing…” Dad said, and I almost spat out the chip in my mouth.

I was in the dining room, chewing chips after breakfast when he came to join me.

“Ohh… gosh! I can’t do this…” I palmed my face, trying to picture Ethan and me sitting, facing each other.

What’s it going to be like?

The memory of last night replayed in my mind.

“I’ve not even recovered from last night…” I groaned.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this, princess,” Dad grabbed my hand.

I opened my mouth to talk but—

“No need to apologize, Dad. This is exactly what this little girl needs…” Lisa walked in, grabbing two chips and shoving them into her mouth.

“What? An arranged marriage is never my agenda,” I stamped my feet on the marble floor.

“Duh… I mean you need to start meeting your husband-to-be. You really need to build that confidence, dude,” she drawled.

“Whatever, and hey, he’s not my husband.”

Lisa scoffed, “I can’t wait to start showing my baby sis around,” she squeaked.

“Stop, in fact, I’m not going…” I folded my arms across my chest.

“Ohh… you gotta be kidding me.” Lisa grabbed my wrist, pulling me from the chair.

“What now?” I struggled with her, trying to wiggle my wrist free from her tight grip.

“We are going shopping. You need to be presented as a queen.” Lisa sang, dragging me upstairs. I had no choice but to follow her. She’s much stronger.

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BLACKWOOD MANSION

Ethan’s POV

“Never! What the fuck do you think I am? A fucking toddler or robot you can control?” I shouted at Dad, storming out of the study.

And of course, he followed me.

I stopped walking, trying to calm my heavy breathing.

“Well, I didn’t tell you to ask for your choice or your thoughts. I told you in order for you to get prepared.” He said, and I felt my head grow ten times larger.

I swear, if he wasn’t my father, I know what I would have done by now.

“I’m not going…” I stated.

“Alright, my boy. Prepare to see your cousin become the CEO.” He grinned, and I just hoped something could happen to him.

“Get prepared, son.” He patted my shoulder, and I slapped his hand away.

He walked away, leaving me here, breathing heavily with my fists by my side.

I stormed to my bedroom, got in, and slammed the door shut.

I punched the wall, trying to put all my anger into it.

“Ugh…” I heard a gasp and turned around.

It was one of the stupid maids that worked in this mansion.

She was still where I left her—lying face up on the bed, her arms tied together behind her back, her legs separated and spread into a flat straddle, and each ankle tied to the bed board. A dildo was still sliding in and out of her dripping pussy.

I frowned in disgust. Normally, I would have fucked the life out of her and put all my anger into it, but the last incident with Vanessa had taught me a lesson. So instead, I went to one of the guest rooms.

Why would Dad keep doing this to me?

Why?

First, he forced me into a marriage and now he wants me to go on frequent dates?

I just hate the fact that he keeps threatning to give my inheritance to that moron, I fucking want me to pull a gun and shoot him(my damn cousin not my dad.)

Oh God!

I slammed my forehead against the wall.

She’s not even my type. Too innocent… ughhh!

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Sophia’s POV

★CITY MALL★

“Hmmm… no, the color is dull.” Lisa scrunched her nose like a rat.

“God, Lisa, I’m so tired. This is the 9th gown and the 3rd store. Am I going to meet God?” I cried, already sick of all this.

“Seems like the stores in this store are filled with— omg, look at that,” she jumped and rushed to a gold evening dress. She removed it and threw it on me. “Go try it.”

“God have mercy…” I muttered as I dragged myself into the changing room.

“Holy moly…” she drooled when I stepped out.

I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror, and I felt tingles all over my skin.

I looked like a freaking goddess. The gown hugged my little curves. I looked like a little mermaid with those shiny stones all over the dress.

“You are ready!”

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I hugged Lisa so tight, so tight that her bones might break.

I felt like my heart had become shaky in my chest.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I cried.

“I don’t wanna leave too, but that silly lecturer. I will surely sprinkle some itching powder in his water bottle if I get the chance,” she groaned.

After we got home and had lunch, Lisa got a notification from school that a lecturer needed all the students in school for an impromptu class.

My heart dropped to my stomach, watching her bags being taken to the car.

“How am I going to survive this alone?” I cried.

“You don’t need anyone to fight your battle, girl. You need just yourself. You’ve got this. Show that jerk who the queen is, and I’d show my lecturer what a chaotic student is.” She smirked.

I watched the car move away while Lisa kept blowing kisses nonstop.

“Crazy girl” I laughed to myself as I entered the big house.

It’s still hard to believe this is ours.

I sighed, feeling all lonely. My parents were at the hospital to check on Mum’s health.

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“You’ve got this, queen,” I told myself as I stood before the house, watching the car approach.

“Good evening, ma’am,” Aiden greeted me when I entered.

I could only nod. My heart was thudding loudly in my chest.

How would I cope around those intimidating eyes?

What if I fall during the dinner?

What if I won’t be able to say a word to him?

Slowly, I felt the little confidence I had built dissolve.

I was really scared, but what I met was not what I had expected.

As the car drew nearer to the restaurant, I started seeing them—a lot of people by the roadside, with their phones out, recording the car.

I got out of the car but almost ran back in. They suddenly swarmed in—paparazzi with lots of camera lights flashing, almost blinding me.

What the heck?

‘How did you meet Ethan Blackwood?’

‘What made him fall head over heels for you?’

‘Who are you? You’re not so famous.’

‘Do you mind telling us your name?’

‘Are you wealthy or here for his money?’

‘How do you feel being the billionaire playboy’s fiancée?’

Oh my God, for real—lots of questions poured in, with people pushing microphones almost into my throat.

I had to cover my face with my hands to block the harsh flashlights.

“Please…” I cried, and just then, two huge bouncers walked in, clearing everyone out of the way. They all moved backward while some stubborn ones stayed still.

“Ah… my $20k camera…” I heard one of the cameramen cry.

“This is a borrowed camera, please,” another cried as the bouncers started attacking the stubborn ones.

Is this what rich people have to pass through?

How do they even got to know about me and Ethan?

A Benz drove into the compound soon, and the crowd doubled. Getting down from it was Ethan.

I don’t really know what these ladies see in him. To me, I think he looks like a goat. He looked like a candy wrapped up in its nylon in that green suit of his.

He pulled off his glasses and winked at the crowd.

I scoffed as I spotted someone fall to the ground, fainting.

To my shock, Ethan slowly approached me. My heartbeat started increasing…

He stopped right in front of me and extended his hand. I was shocked.

“Just play along, Dumbo,” he whispered, and I bit my lower lip.

I tried to think of something to say to hurt him, but my brain felt blank. So I smiled like a fool and placed my hand in his, which had a glove on it.

Together, we walked like real couples into the restaurant. The camera flashes doubled, and everyone kept screaming.

I really wanted to run from there. I looked at Ethan’s face, but it was calm. He’s surely used to this drama.

We got inside the VIP kitchen, which was a perfect romantic dinner setting with those little dim lights and woven rose flowers hanging here and there. There was a small but rich-looking table at the center with all sorts of food.

Ethan pushed me away from him like a walking virus.

He demanded one of the bodyguards that followed us in to help him take off the glove, and it was trashed immediately.

What the heck?

“W… why did you do that? You shouldn’t have tried to hold me in the first place then,” I folded my arms, trying to sound calm.

“If I had the choice, I wouldn’t have come here at all.” He groaned.

“Me too, but we are here now, in this ridiculous dinner,” I muttered.

“Excuse you? You think I was going to have dinner with you?” He said, disgust written on his face.

“I don’t care about you. You can starve if you want, but I’m eating before I leave this place,” I said, trying to sound like Lisa.

I moved to sit on one of the chairs. He stared at me for a few seconds before moving to leave through the back door.

“Ain’t you eating, Rio?” I called out his middle name without thinking.

What had come over me?

“What?” He stopped dead in his tracks.

“I said, are you not eating?” I repeated.

“Mhm-mhm…”

“Rio?”

“Don’t ever call me that.” He growled, and his face darkened.

I wanted to stop, but Lisa’s words came back again.

“What if I do?”

“You won’t like what I will do to you.”

“Okay, Rio.”

“I’m not repeating myself anymore.”

“As you wish, Rio.”

And with that, he rushed toward me. My heart almost flew out.

Is he going to hit me?

God, I’m dead.

“Let this be the last time you ever call me by that name,” he said with gritted teeth.

“A… alright, Rio… em, sorry, Ethan.” I said, and his eyes turned red.

His hands flew to the table. Was he going to grab a knife?

He didn’t grab a knife, but what he grabbed made my throat run dry.

“Please, please don’t…” I begged, but it was too late.

He dumped the apple juice right in my face.

“Arrghhh!” I screamed, scrubbing my face real hard with my fingers.

“Motherfucker…” he cussed.

I ran my hands over my burning face. It was so itchy. I could feel the bumps, the swelling all over my body. It wasn’t only itchy—it was like I was thrown in hot oil.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” One of the bodyguards rushed to me.

“I… I… am allergic to apple,” I screamed, trying so hard to stay calm, but it was getting worse. I couldn’t see anymore. The swelling had gotten worse.

I felt my vibrating body hit the ground.

Then it happened—my worst nightmare. It was as if someone wrapped their hands tightly around my neck.

I gagged and tried to gasp for air, but I felt a huge lump in my throat. I was fighting, my heart thudding in my chest, my head spinning wildly.

My ears started ringing like bells. It was too loud. I lost control over everything, and everything went completely dark and peaceful at once.

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Vanessa’s POV

“Five, six, seven, eight… shake that booty, yes, shake what Mama’s given you.”

I smirked, shaking my hot booty so hard in front of the mirror.

If there’s anything I’m so proud of, it’s my ass. That huge monster is capable of driving any man crazy.

I kept learning new twerking styles, following along with my favorite YouTuber channel instructor.

The imagination of me twerking on Ethan’s dick wouldn’t stop playing in my head.

Gosh, my panties got wet with just the thought. My pussy ached, yearning to swallow that monster of his again.

I can’t wait to be used by him again.

Call it what you want, I don’t care.

If you say I’m a slut, a dummy, or obsessed, I don’t give a fuck. I’d be anything for my man.

I love Ethan so much, and we’ve been fucking since high school.

And I’ve been planning to meet his dad so he can help me convince him into marrying me.

I don’t care if he still fucks other bitches. I just want him to be mine. I want to be his wife, to feel his dick push my womb every night, and even have his babies if he wants.

I bit my lips, smacking my butt.

I can’t wait till Monday to meet his dad so he can help me convince him.

I paused to sip my favorite apple juice when Betty, my best friend, burst in.

“Be careful, bitch.” I glared playfully.

“I’m not here to play, Vanny. Fuck, you’re here dancing? Look what I found online.” She shoved her phone in my hands, and I smirked, expecting to see the latest bag in town, but what I saw made my jaw drop.

Ethan was holding a lady’s hand, smiling at her.

He posted it himself on his I*******m with the caption—‘ring emoji’.

The phone fell from my hands. My heart stopped beating too.

“W-what is that?” I screamed.

“I was shocked when I saw it. It’s been confirmed, he’s getting marrie—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed.

I rushed to the door.

“Where are you going?” I ignored her. I wore my shoes but ended up kicking them out. Fuck them, they made me so slow.

I rushed out of the house like a madwoman.

No.

No.

No.

Ethan is mine. He’s mine alone. He can’t get married to someone else.

Fuck, my life’s over.

I felt tears threatening to fall as I realized I didn’t take my car key with me.

Ethan is not doing this to me.

Yes, I know he never told me he feels anything for me, but it’s always in his eyes. The way he fucks too shows he loves me.

“This can’t happen…” I screamed again, making Blue, my pet cat, rush out.

I have to act fast. I need to do something real quick before that bitch takes my man from me.

How dare Ethan too?!

I ran my hands through my head, swallowing hard to moisten my dry throat, trying to run back into the house.

I have to see Ethan.

Ethan.

Ethan.

Ethan.

His name kept chanting in my mind as I ran back, but as I almost got to the door, my feet slipped, and I landed butt-first on the floor.

“Arrgh…”

“Are you okay, ma’am?” I heard my driver call, but I grabbed the welcome mat and flung it right into his face.

“Mind your own motherfucking business, stupid,” I yelled.

“They are just messing around. Ethan is mine and mine alone. If that hoe loves her life, someone better warn her to fucking stay away,” I yelled, facing Blue as if she could deliver the message to the hoe.

“Meow…” was all I got.