The car headed south, and we quickly arrived at an estate located in the heart of Kansas.
The grand Roman-style architecture exuded luxury wherever you looked. It was even larger than the mansion Bradyn and I were staying at!
I began to doubt Bradyn's words; he said it was lent to him by his superior, but he was actually from a wealthy noble family!
However, I didn't recall the Capel surname or hear about it from my father.
Bradyn gentlemanly opened the car door for me, and a well-dressed, elegant man approached us.
He greeted us respectfully.
"Mrs. Capel is waiting for you in the living room," I assumed he must be the butler here.
When I first saw Mrs. Capel, I was deeply struck by her elegant beauty.
She had a head of envy-worthy golden hair and captivating deep blue eyes.
At that moment, I realized why Bradyn had such handsome features.
"Hello, Mrs. Capel." I approached and nodded at her.
"Hello, Fiona." Mrs. Capel warmly took my hand and kissed my cheek. She told me there was no need to be so formal.
I started to feel more at ease as she led me to a chair beside her. "When Bradyn called me yesterday, I thought I was in a dream! It wasn't until I saw you that I realized it was real."
"Mom, it's not as dramatic as you're making it sound," Bradyn chimed in, furrowing his brow.
Mrs. Capel gave him a playful look. "Well, how could they not be? My son doesn't find a suitable wife for a day, and I can't sleep or eat in peace. But now, I must say, I never expected to have such a beautiful and graceful angel like Fiona. By the way, Bradyn, you haven't properly introduced Fiona. Where is her family from?"
"Mrs. Capel, I'm a local from Robertsville State. My father's family name is Green, and we're in the iron and steel forging business." I replied honestly.
Mrs. Capel's eyes widened in surprise. "Green? You're Fiona Green!"
My heart tightened, and I hadn't expected the incident from the wedding to spread so widely.
Mrs. Capel knew me, so she must have seen the news.
My face turned red in an instant. I couldn't imagine the way she'd look at me with questioning and contempt after learning about my ordeal.
She probably thought I was a bad woman who deceived her son's feelings.
"Mom, I'll explain this to you later."
Bradyn stepped forward and placed himself between Mrs. Capel and me.
However, what I didn't expect was that Mrs. Capel started laughing. "Oh, Bradyn, there's no need for explanations. I think the situation is even crazier than you said. My son, swiping a bride from another wedding, he's got some guts, I'll give him that. And the girl who, right in the middle of her wedding, sticks to her heart and chooses to be with you, well, she's gotta be something special to you, right?"
She walked around Bradyn and took my hand. "Fiona, you have good taste. Although I don't know what happened between you and your ex-fiancé, believe me, my son is definitely more worthy of your choice!"
In that moment, I was deeply moved by Mrs. Capel's sincerity and kindness.
She was the only one who, after learning about my misfortunes at the wedding, could accept the situation so positively, understand it, and respect me.
At a time when I faced betrayal from my lover, accusations from my parents and siblings, and the estrangement of friends, I couldn't have imagined receiving such care and support from the family of my nominal husband.
My eyes started to well up, and my voice began to tremble. I immediately squeezed Mrs. Capel's hand and sincerely said, "I absolutely believe it."
As I finished speaking, I quickly turned to glance at Bradyn. I hadn't expected to be this fortunate. Bradyn quickly responded, indicating that I could say whatever I wanted.
I nodded and wiped the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Fiona, if I may ask, what do you do for a living?" Mrs. Capel suddenly inquired about my profession.
As soon as she mentioned my occupation, all my apprehension and unease disappeared from my heart, and my voice unintentionally became more confident. "I'm a jewelry designer."
I answered truthfully. I studied at the University of the Arts London, majoring in visual arts.
Of course, this wasn't my first passion. I once dreamt of becoming a world-renowned ballet dancer.
But for Damon's sake, I gave up on that dream.
When his family business faced a crisis, I used my skills and expertise to help Damon's Jewels weather the storm in the market.
I thought that as long as I worked hard and excelled, I wouldn't be the girl in my parents' eyes who was inferior to Katherine in every way and lacked manners.
I believed that if I did enough for Damon, he would cherish me as his most precious possession and never let me feel sad or upset.
However, in this moment, as I saw the spark in Mrs. Capel's eyes, her surprise and curiosity, I realized how exciting my profession was.
"I really hope I can wear jewelry you've personally designed someday."
I nodded eagerly. "Of course, I'll create a set that suits you perfectly."
Mrs. Capel was overjoyed, and even though she was adorned in luxury and jewels, her appreciative gaze and genuine excitement made me not feel inadequate because of the materials in my workshop that weren't considered top-tier.
I was a talented designer, and even if I had rocks and glass in my hands, I could make them shine brilliantly.
After chatting with Mrs. Capel for more than half an hour, I excused myself to go to the restroom.
Accidentally, I overheard a few of the servants outside talking about me.
"Is that the woman Bradyn just married?"
"I caught a glimpse of her in the hall earlier. She's pretty average, just good-looking, but compared to Miss Jenny, she's far inferior."
"True, but this new wife of Master Bradyn seems to have some resemblance to Miss Jenny in her eyes and eyebrows."
"No wonder. Master Bradyn could never forget Miss Jenny in this lifetime, so he found a woman similar to her to marry, didn't he?"
I hid in the restroom until they dispersed before coming out.
I didn't know who this so-called Miss Jenny was. Maybe she was the girl who Bradyn fell in love with under the sycamore tree.
Did she look like me? Did she also appreciate the openness and authenticity of the sycamore tree?
So, such a girl should be crazy and desperate for love, why can't she end up with Bradyn?
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there was a good chance that my marriage to Bradyn would not last long.
Maybe one day, he will realize that what he really needs is not to escape the impulse of the moment, and I will realize that finding a random man to be a husband is only a short-term impact on Damon and Katherine and the family.
Bradyn and I come from different worlds, and we have to get back to our lives eventually.
I retouched my lipstick in front of the mirror and went back into the living room.
There was a political news on the television, presumably about the Secretary of State and the Foreign Office preparing to host the British Prime Minister on behalf of the new president.
Mrs. Capel was watching intently, and the two ladies sitting beside her were her cousin and her husband's wife, Bradyn's two aunts.
Like Mrs. Capel, they looked intently.
I wondered if the Capels were into politics or something.
Just in case I couldn't blend in, I casually said, "I heard that the president of our country will take office next month. I'm curious to see what kind of leader he'll be."
In an instant, Mrs. Capel and Bradyn's aunts turned their eyes to me.
Their gaze felt intense, and I started to worry if I had said something inappropriate.
Desperately, I turned to Brendan, hoping he might help me out. But he remained silent, his expression even more uneasy than the rest of them.
I was stunned.
Do they know the president?
"Your expression looks as if the president is your father."I asked Bradyn teasingly, testing the waters with a lighthearted tone.Unexpectedly, this remark prompted hearty laughter from Mrs. Capel and Bradyn's aunts."Fiona, you're quite a clever girl," Mrs. Capel said with a chuckle.I was taken aback; I had just been joking and making random guesses."My mom was joking with you too," Bradyn quickly explained, shooting a disapproving look at his aunt.I patted my chest. "Good to know. You know, I've heard stories about the president having quite a temper. Rumor has it that once, when an office staffer accidentally spilled his tea, he ordered someone to break the poor fellow's legs. Living with someone like that would be unimaginable."Mrs. Capel's expression turned strange again, as if she was suppressing a laugh, but Bradyn's tone suddenly became chilly. "Where did you read that news?"I tried to recall the name of the magazine and stuttered, "I-I think it was Apple Weekly...""It
I went back to my bedroom and heard water crashing in the bathroom next door. It was Bradyn taking a shower.I put the two agreements on the nightstand.I had already signed it, and the assistant told me to bring it to Bradyn and sign it.Then, each of us would keep a copy, making our marriage officially contractual.At this point, my heart was racing a little, and I didn't know if it was because I was anxious to see how Bradyn would react to me signing without hesitation or if it was because he was on the other side of that frosted glass door, presumably undressed.How can I put it? It's a very vivid image.All I knew was that he dresses very well, but before today, I had never really imagined him naked.I blushed and wanted to do something to take my mind off it.My phone had been off all day, and when I finally turned it on, a barrage of notifications flooded in, as if my phone had caught a virus.[Fiona, where the hell have you been?][What's going on with that marriage certificat
At first there was a tearing pain, but soon it was accompanied by a rhythmic pleasure that rippled from the deepest depths of my body.Although I was a little shy, but a distinct pleasure built in my body, gradually getting me excited.No wonder so many people said that sex was a beautiful experience that always comes from rare vulgarity.Both men and women were aware of this, but couldn't help falling into this lewd world.As the rhythm began to go faster, Bradyn lifted me from the soft bed.If he was restrained at first, the moment my breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, I clearly felt his thing inside me grew even harder.Full and smooth, all the pain disappeared in an instant, replaced by a rush of joy that would resonate with the soul.I could not help but let out a kind of wailing cry, and my body could not help but lean forward.He quickly reached out his hands to support my hips, keeping my waist in place so that his increasingly large and bulky cock could keep moving in the
The sheet on the other side of the bed was cold, as if no one had slept.I didn't know if Bradyn slept next to me last night.Maybe after he's done what husbands were supposed to do, he's in a separate room with me?I moved my limp legs and took the letter of agreement on the nightstand.He had already taken one of them, signed the other, and left it for me, using his own stamp.The lion with the sword, his family seal.He signed it. Our contract was sealed.So, two years from now, I would leave Bradyn and started a new life of freedom for myself.There was an indescribable feeling in my heart. Was I happy to look forward to it?No, I don't think so. I turned on my phone and checked my messages.[Fiona, where are you? Are you okay? Can I see you?]It was Rachel, my best friend and the maid of honor at my wedding.I quickly called her and heard her excited voice."Fiona, are you okay? I mean, what's been going on with you these last few days, with all the over-the-top news and stuff o
"My Fiona, I can't express how relieved I am to see you. You have no idea how worried I was when I couldn't reach you. I was about to call the police."Rachel embraced my arm, her eyes seeming a bit moist. "I had a plan, you know. If the police didn't help, I was ready to take a knife and confront Damon. I swear, I was prepared for the worst."I patted her hand, moved by the profound friendship she had shown me over the years. And I felt guilty for not heeding her advice, the only person who had warned me not to give my heart completely to Damon."Thank goodness you didn't do that."I said, "Taking such extreme and illegal actions because of a heartbreaker like Damon would not have been wise at all. Damon is now a complete stranger to me. Once I sort out the company's matters, I'll have no connection to him whatsoever.""So you haven't returned to the company yet?"Rachel asked.I nodded, "Of course not. I'm still on my leave of absence. As for my husband, it doesn't affect my right t
My slap had thoroughly enraged Damon. Ignoring the public setting, he attempted to use sheer force to coerce me into submission."Fiona, you must come with me today!""You filthy cur, have you gone mad?"Rachel rushed over, joining me in struggling against him.In the process, the three of us accidentally knocked over the coffee cups on the table, drawing the attention of the waiter."Sir! What are you doing? Ladies, do you need assistance?""Get lost!"Damon's eyes were bloodshot, "I'm here to find my girlfriend. Mind your own business!""I don't know him, please call the police."Standing together with Rachel, I tidied my disheveled hair and firmly told the waiter."Okay! Okay!"Seeing my resolute expression, Damon had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender."Fiona, make sure you understand this, I won't just let it go like this!"Leaving a barefaced threat, Damon stormed off in a huff."Fiona, are you okay?"Rachel asked with concern, "I can't believe it, that guy could be s
Fiona's POV:As I drove back home, the sun hadn't yet set.The sprawling estate was bathed in the evening sun's hues, and the lush greenery was adorned with the colors of dusk. My mood, marred by Damon's actions, began to lift once more.Maria asked if I wanted some tea, and I shook my head, declining."I'll head upstairs to rest for a bit and have dinner with Brenda when he returns."I changed and took a shower, then turned off my phone.I didn't want to see any more of Damon's shameless and insulting messages. He had become a joke in my eyes.Slipping into a soft robe, I reclined on the aristocratic chair at the foot of my bed and dozed off for a while.In the rare tranquility of this evening's sunset glow, I was on the verge of falling asleep.At that moment, I heard some commotion downstairs, as if something was being moved.Opening my eyes, I descended the stairs.Brenda was back, standing by the entrance of the living room, directing a few workers in moving a piano."You're back
I slept soundly throughout the night.When I woke up, feeling refreshed, I pushed open the window and gazed upon the thriving flora outside. My mood brightened along with the scene before me.I realized I was beginning to yearn for this kind of life—waking up without pressure, not worrying about becoming better to avoid disappointing looks and mocking words from my family. I didn't need to concern myself with trying harder to become the wife Damon would be proud of.But, ironically, it was in this calm that I recognized a severe reality—Avoidance wouldn't solve problems. I couldn't hide here forever, not going out, not working, not socializing.I couldn't avoid seeing my parents and the other members of the Green family forever.So, it was better to speak to them face-to-face and clear things up.I wanted to tell them I wouldn't be with Damon anymore, regardless of whether he preferred Catherine or Lysarine.I woul