Ali looked at Harriet, her eyes bulging like a bird of night. Her lips opened, and closed as she was short of words over what Harriet said. She couldn't understand why Gerald's mother wanted to hurt her and the fear of having a sniper in the shadows watching her every move, and waiting for a perfect opportunity to shoot her made her heart pound. "Why is she after me? I don't think I have offended her in anyway, and besides I am getting married to Martin and not Gerald," Ali forced herself to say after a moment of speechlessness. Harriet heaved, and looked outside towards the sky. She said, "The political structure of our family is quite complicated. Gerald is the first son by right, and should be the patriarch of the family, but my husband made a new rule because of my late son," she looked at Ali again. "Anyone who gets married first would be the patriarch, leaving aside competence. I hated the rule and wanted to change it but changed my mind when those two rascals refused to
"I am not married to him," Ali hurriedly refuted, sending a glare towards Gerald for messing with her. "And that is where my question comes in. Why?," Gerald strode towards her slowly, "you needed help, and he wanted to help you. You didn't think sleeping with a total stranger and becoming his mistress were two different things, did you?" Ali pressed her lips tightly against each other, willing herself not to get angry and snap at him. He was Gerald Laverock, the cruelest businessman in Asia. She wasn't ready to die yet. "Mr Laverock, my decision is none of your business anymore. Didn't we agree not to bring this up as it would lead to more problems," said Ali, wearing a calm front even though she was fuming inside. "Someone needs a reminder about who they are and where they come from," Gerald coldly spoke, his tongue poked into his cheek. He stepped closer to Ali, and she took a step back everytime he moved until her back touched the wall behind her. Ali felt her mind turn
"Are you against it because of what would happen should Martin marry before you?" She asked. Her question earned her everyone's attention. "What did you say?" Gerald picked up a fork and threw it at her. "Aaarh," Ali screeched in horror when the fork flew towards her direction. She closed her eyes and covered her face, but the fork never got to her but landed on the plate of chicken right on top a chicken. Her eyes rolled, and she would have fallen from her seat if Martin hadn't grabbed her body. She had no strength left in her after screaming like that. Meanwhile, the reason for her fear only stood up and took the fork, taking a chicken along with it. He never once looked at her. Madam Harriet's face was unsightly, evident of her anger. She slammed the table as she scolded Gerald, "How dare you disrespect me and your brother like that?" She asked. "She didn't say anything wrong, you are in no position to tell me what to do or who Martin will marry." Harriet was so furious that
When Ali regained consciousness, she found herself inside a dark room and the only source of light was the candle that was about to extinguish. She looked around the room with horror and fright, recalling that she was eating dinner with the Laverocks before she passed out. As fear kicked in, the urgency to escape surged in her, and she began to call out for help. "Help! Someone, please help me!" She cried out desperately for what seemed like hours. She was confused as well as scared. There was no way she could have been kidnapped in the mansion unless someone in the mansion had captured her when she fainted and brought her here. There were only two people in her mind who could do this, Gerald and Bridget. Ali wailed louder, begging whoever kidnapped her to let her go, and just then the door creaked open and Gerald stepped in. Ali sniffed and begged him to release her, but Gerald kept laughing at her while pointing a gun to her head. "Gold digger. Didn't you want to be Mar
Hello guys please I would like to apologize for the irregular updates and unedited chapters.As of now I am in the middle of a serious work and preparing for a test so please pardon me. This book has been out for a while and hasn't gotten a single gem. Please drop a gem for Ali and Gerald. Please comment as well. We'll be entering into another part of this story, where love blooms. Please don't give up on us. Thanks for your support.
❌rated. This chapter contains matured content read at your discretion. When Ali regained consciousness again, she was completely disorientated. The first thing she saw was the white ceiling and fancy lights. She groaned and shook her head, but felt a jolt of pain at the back of her head where she was hit. When she wanted to touch it, she felt something wrong, and she realized it when she looked up to see her hands tied and fastened against the headboard. "JARED!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. The piercing screech made the people in the house block their ears. Ali breathed heavily while cursing and pulling at the rope she was tied with. Then the door creaked softly and Ali's gaze moved to look there and found Jared standing with a sickening smirk on his lips. He had changed his suit into a pair of simple black pants, his upper body was bare, showing his protruded stomach. "What the hell do you mean by this? Untie me now!" Ali ordered, glaring at him. Jared seemed not to
❌Rated. This chapter contains matured contents. Read at your own discretion.The intruder stood at the door, not coming in or going out. Jared stared at the masked man who stood like a statue after interrupting his business. He struggled to put Ali under control, but the latter kept crying and fighting back. "Since you don't want it in a gentle way, then don't blame me for being ruthless," he snapped, "Hey you! Come here and hold her down for me," he ordered the man. Ali shook her head in fright as the man began to advance towards them. She bit down on Jared's hand and out of anger he raised his hand to smack her. Ali closed her eyes and raised her hand to cover her face, but the slap never came, instead she felt the weight on her lifted before hearing a loud thud in the room. She opened her eyes and looked to her left, to find Jared sprawled on the floor. She looked at the intruder's back as he was facing Jared with more attention and found that he looked familiar. His aura,
Ali was breathless and helpless under Gerald's mouth ministration. He massaged the right breast while sucking on the right one with fervor. She moaned and trashed as she had never felt that amount of bliss before. She felt like she was floating in the clouds. "G.. Gera..ld...aa," she cried out when Gerald ran his hand over her womanhood. He rubbed it a few times before removing his hand. His clothes came undone in haste, and he threw them on the floor. Ali gulped when she caught sight of his toned body. She always knew Gerald was hot, but today she was getting a better view. His broad shoulders and well-defined muscles made heat pool in her belly. Her wide eyes stared in disbelief, as she couldn't believe Gerald would fit inside of her. "It won't hurt. Just relax," he whispered in her ear. His voice was like the allure of the devil. His fingers found their way in between her legs, and he rubbed her where it ached. Ali squirmed and moaned at the sweet sensation that traveled