That day Katy's cafe seemed quite busy. When Beverley got there, the patrons and cafe staff immediately turned to look at her. Her current appearance was too flashy. And that made her hard to ignore.
"Oh my gosh!" Katy, who was initially recapitulating financial data, immediately ran over to Beverley. Her expression looked surprised and worried. "Honey, what happened to you?!"
Beverley shook her head limply before finally settling into a chair away from the cafe patrons. Sweat was already soaking her body. She felt tired and thirsty after walking so far.
"Give me some cold water, please," she begged Katy. She removed the white bride veil from her head and a few other hair accessories.
Without asking much, Katy immediately ordered her cafe staff to fetch cold water for Beverley. Moments later, a bottle of cold water was placed on the table.
Beverley immediately took a sip of the water. Finally, her thirst was quenched. She took a deep breath. "You know, this is really ridiculous."
Katy looked at Beverley in bewilderment. "How did you get here? How about your wedding? Did you run away?"
"How could I possibly escape?" Beverley smiled wryly and snorted. "I'm married. And what do you know? Oh, shit! That guy is a total jerk!"
"What's with that man? Maybe you've met him? I saw on the internet; he is very handsome." Then Katy whispered, "Is he really gay?"
Beverley snorted. "Absolutely not. He is an unscrupulous pervert." She took another deep breath and looked down at her dress. "Forget about it. I need to change my clothes. It's very uncomfortable."
Katy looked at Beverley's wedding dress. It was a luxurious dress. It must be expensive. However, Beverley used it without being careful. There were a few scratches on the hem of the dress and a lot of stains on it.
"Mrs. Oliver, it looks like you ruined the dress."
"Shit, don't call me that nickname!" Beverley protested.
Katy chuckled. Then she stood up from her seat. "I keep some clothes here. Come on! You can use that if you want."
"Thank you, Honey."
Beverley went to change her clothes. After that, she spent the rest of the day at the cafe going to work as usual. Katy asked her to take a rest. However, she wanted to stay busy so that her mind would be free from the problems of her marriage.
Until night has come, Katy put a phone on the table. It was Beverley's cell phone that was left in the cafe yesterday. "You forgot this."
"Oh! You are right."
Beverley just remembered that. She tried to open her phone, but it was off. The battery runs out. Finally, she shrugged nonchalantly and tucked her cell phone into the bag that had been left there yesterday.
"Bev, are you still going to work? Or will you make a good wife at home?" Katy asked then.
"Katy, this marriage probably won't last long. So, I will not stop working." Beverley closed her laptop. She took a sip of coffee and looked at Katy seriously. "This is not a normal marriage. Do not equate me with wives in general."
Katy just shook her head slowly. "You're going back to Brent's house?"
Beverley nodded. "I left without the man knowing."
"Oh my gosh!" Katy bit her finger. "I think you're really looking for trouble."
Beverley laughed softly. She carried her bag and walked out of the room that became their office. "I don't want to let that guy take my freedom, Katy. Enough for him to marry me by force."
Katy looked at her best friend with concern. She hugs her. "Do I need to take you home?"
"Um, no need. Maybe you can help me to order a taxi online. Sorry, I troubled you a lot, Kat."
"We are a friend. Don't worry."
A few moments later, the online taxi car arrived in front of the cafe. Beverley immediately went up. After that, the car began to move across the street at night.
Brent's mansion looked deserted from the outside. Beverley's heart skipped a beat when she arrived at the door. She needed to mentally prepare to go in there.
Suddenly the door opened. Edward the butler appeared. The man immediately approached her. "Madam, you are finally back!"
The man looked worried. Beverley became uneasy. "Sorry, I have other business outside."
Edward looked at Beverley with complicated feelings. The woman had already changed into her normal formal attire. There was not the slightest trace or sign that she had just married today.
He knew Beverley didn't want this marriage. This only made him feel pity. After all, he had a daughter in his house. The thought of his daughter being forced to marry a foreigner certainly made him feel concerned.
"Please come in, Madam. I'll ask Daisy to prepare dinner for you."
"Thank you, Edward. Is Brent Oliver back?" Beverley asked as she stepped inside. Actually, she felt a little uncomfortable being treated with such respect by an older person. The setting in this mansion is really very classic.
"Mr. Oliver was back an hour ago."
Beverley grimaced inwardly. However, she didn't say anything. Finally, she went to her bedroom. At first, she was a little worried if Brent was in the room. However, luckily the man wasn't there.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "How could he possibly sleep here? He should have his own room."
With that, she went to clean herself after taking the time to charge her phone. When she opened the closet, she saw that there were many clothes already prepared for her. Everything looks expensive and classy.
She picks clothes at random. After all, who cares what she's wearing?
Moments later, she checked her cell phone. There have been several missed calls from foreign numbers. Who's that?
Suddenly there was an incoming call from that foreign number. Beverley was about to answer the phone, but suddenly the door to her room was opened, from the outside. She gasped when she saw Brent standing outside the door.
"What are you-"
The man suddenly entered and slammed the bedroom door shut. His expression was flat and cold. He walked over to Beverley, who was sitting in front of the dressing table.
"Do you know the mistake you made today?" asked Brent in a deep voice.
Beverley didn't answer right away. She felt a little intimidated by Brent's cold aura and gaze. However, she also didn't want to appear scared or cowardly. Finally, she replied. "Mistake?"
"I asked you to stay in the car. But what have you done?"
Beverley laughed. However, her laughter sounded sarcastic and mocking. "But in the end, I went anyway. I'm sorry, Dear Mr. Oliver. I can't wait for you in the car like an idiot."
Brent's gaze grew colder. He took his phone and placed it on the table. "Do you know your current status?" he asked, holding back a growl. The muscles in his neck seemed to tighten. Obviously, he was furious.Beverley glanced at Brent's cell phone only to see her picture on it—a photo of her still in her wedding dress, on the side of the road, messy and barefoot. Part of her face was covered by a veil, but her spectacular wedding dress was sure to be recognized by those in the business community."Why does it look like Mr. Oliver's bride's dress?""Did Mr. Oliver's wife run away from her marriage or what?"People will think like that if the photo manages to debut on social media. Yeah, unless they think Brent ordered a cheap dress of the same ten designs. But it certainly did not seem like the arrogant style of Mr. Brent Oliver.Beverley felt a little satisfied at the sight of Brent's anger, though she had to say it was also a little scary. The man had made her suffer enough today, an
The atmosphere was quiet again. Beverley put down her fork and touched the black folder on the table. Just imagining its contents made her head go numb. Why is that man so annoying?On the first page: The wife must be kind to the husband and the husband's family.Beverley snorted.On page two: The wife must act like wives should when appearing in public.Beverley snorted again. Her face became even more sullen.On page three: The wife should not interfere in the husband's personal matters, and the husband will do the same.This time, Beverley agreed. That means they won't meddle in each other's personal affairs. Then she turned to the next sheet.On page four: The wife should not travel alone at night."No," Beverley protested. "Why can't I travel at night?"Brent looked at her flatly. "Unless you want to be kidnapped or harmed by my business rivals. And if that happened, I wouldn't care."Beverley snorted. What kind of person is Brent? If the man was a mafia, then she believed there
"Oh, wasn't that your wife who was caught walking around while still wearing her wedding dress?" Brent's girlfriend's voice was so loud that Beverley could hear it. Her tone was sarcastic and mocking. It was a little annoying, but Beverley wanted nothing to do with her. She just narrowed her eyes and walked away. "Wait a minute!" Brent's girlfriend tries to stop Beverley. She walked over to her, holding Brent's hand. "Miss Holmes, why are you in such a hurry?" Beverley took a deep breath. She stopped her footsteps without turning back. "Sorry, but I have other, more important business." "Oh, dear Brent, look how your wife talks to me. She won't even look at me." Natalie complained spoiledly to Brent. The man kissed her briefly on the lips and then walked over to Beverley. "Where are you going?" "Unfortunately, it is a working day. So, I have to go to work," Beverley replied nonchalantly. She was preparing to continue her walk when suddenly Brent grabbed her by the wrist. "Let go
Beverley felt very upset and worried. She kept herself still all the way until the car she was in arrived at the nearest police station. She was just about to get off when Brent suddenly reached out to her."What?" she immediately asked."Lend me your phone," Brent said."What for?"Brent snorted. "You will find out later."She hesitated for a moment. But after thinking for a while, she finally gave her phone to him. "Don't open what you shouldn't open!"Brent just glanced at her sarcastically before getting out of the car. He dialed several numbers to call someone. Moments later, Beverley approached him just after he finished the call."Who are you calling?""Someone more useful," Brent replied flatly. His words just sounded as if Beverley were completely useless. That made her feel even more irritated.'Aren't you the one who caused all of this? You even have to ask someone else for help to solve this. You are as useless as me!’ She grumbled inside.Brent didn't know and didn't care
Beverley stood silently in front of a large nightclub that looked luxurious and classy. The building, which consists of five floors, looks quite closed. The walls are dominated by black.Golden yellow lights adorned the front. The words "The Paradisus" at the top of the front look very elegant. With a single glance, one could tell it was a high-end nightclub.She looked up flatly. Didn't Brent want to take her to meet his enemy? Why did he take her to a nightclub?"Hurry up!" Brent, who had walked ahead, turned to look at her. His head tilted slightly, and his brow furrowed deeply. Suddenly, he stepped closer."Brent, are you serious?" She stepped back once, then smoothed her dress a few times. Yes, dresses! Before going to the nightclub tonight, Brent forces her to change her appearance. She couldn't refuse the man's wish.Her maroon dress came all the way down to her ankles. However, the V cut on her chest was very low, and the slit on the left side of her thigh was intolerable. The
"Oh really? Your wife?"David showed a surprised expression after hearing Brent's statement. However, that was just a pretense. In fact, almost everyone who knew Brent had heard about his marriage. Moreover, there is a special media for business people to spread the news."I've kept Beverley under wraps for too long. Wouldn't I be a scumbag if I didn't marry her soon?" asked Brent, grinning at David. His left hand gently caressed the long hair of the woman in his lap.Beverley could only swallow her saliva. She surreptitiously clutched Brent's suit until it crumpled. Does she have to follow the man's game?"Oh, so her name is Beverley. A pretty name, just like the person." David smiled knowingly. "Why don't you introduce us to each other?"Brent raised one corner of his eyebrows. He looked at Beverley and then gently lifted her chin. "Honey, do you want to meet him?"The question made Beverley a little confused. She honestly didn't want to care about David. She didn't want to know him
Beverley could only remain silent with a stiff body. Her heart was filled with bitterness when she saw Brent pouring himself some wine. On the other side, David smiled, satisfied with Brent's decision."Mrs. Oliver, why don't you join us?" One of the comfort women beside David asked casually. "You should at least support your husband, right?"Beverley took a deep breath. Finally, she sat back down. But she didn't say anything, just watched how Brent would play.Brent and David downed a glass of wine together. The two stared at each other deeply. "It's a childish game," he said.David grinned. He gestured for one of his women to help pour wine for them both. Then they drank the wine again together."Maybe this is childish. But what you are betting on is not trivial," said David."You really are an asshole," Brent said as he took another sip of his wine.They spent glass after glass in fierce competition. Beverley looked at them in surprise and confusion. She could see the desire in Davi
"But you are my wife," Brent whispered. The man lowered one of the straps of her dress. "You can't refuse your husband's wishes.""No, Brent. We're not—"Brent kissed her again to silence the words she wanted to say. His large palms cupped her breasts, squeezing them, twisting her nipples, and sending her thoughts into disarray. She moaned, and her body trembled."You're getting horny, honey," Brent whispered, licking her ear. Suddenly his hand went down to her stomach and then down again."No!""Don't touch it!"Beverley screamed, then opened her eyes while panting. She immediately changed her position to a sitting one, then wiped the sweat dripping down her forehead. "Oh, Lord! What kind of dream was that?!"She gets irritated and angry. Since the night when Brent got drunk at the nightclub, she has had two abnormal dreams. The man had come to her in her dreams, haunting her with something obscene. Her face turned red at the memory."Damn Brent!" She bit her lip. Her underwear was s