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, and this was what he deserved. After all, on second thought, Brent's reputation was none of her business.
"Did you hear me?!" Brent's tone rose.
Beverley tried to push her fear away. She closed her eyes for a moment, then smiled. "Mr. Oliver, I have fulfilled my responsibility to marry you. This is enough. As for what other people might think, I have nothing to do with it. That is your business."
"I forced you." Brent hissed. He suddenly bent down and grabbed Beverley's chin. He looked straight into the depths of the woman's eyes. "Or, if you still don't comply, I will withdraw all of your father's medical bills and prevent anyone from handling his treatment."
Beverley became furious after hearing the threat. Her hands were clenched tightly. You bastard! She cursed in her heart. What an immoral, cruel, and heartless rich man!
She wanted to punch Brent in the face. However, instead of successfully punching him, it was she who would probably be beaten to a pulp. After all, if that man twisted her neck even a little, she would definitely die.
Brent snorted coldly, looking at Beverley, who was just silent. He could feel the anger burning in her eyes, as well as a hint of fear. Victory filled his heart. The red-lipped woman would not be able to fight him.
Brent's gaze was involuntarily drawn to Beverley's moist, parted lips. At this close distance, he could not look away. His lover's lips were not even more seductive than this.
"Let me go!" Beverley tried to keep Brent's hand away from her chin. However, the man tightened his grip even more. It made her hiss in pain. "Brent Oliver!"
Suddenly, Brent pulled her neck, and their lips met. Brent's thick lips pressed against her lips. She immediately shut her mouth tightly. Her hands hit and pushed the man's chest hard.
"You haven't even apologized to me, you bastard!" shouted Beverley angrily. She immediately stood up and ran into the bathroom. The door was immediately locked.
For a moment, Brent was speechless. His brow furrowed slightly. Then he thought, why should he apologize? Did she expect him to feel guilty for marrying her forcibly?
He snorted coldly. How funny, he thought sarcastically.
"Don't expect it," he mumbled flatly. After that, he took his cell phone and left the room while slamming the door.
Beverley took a deep breath after hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing violently. At least Brent did not rape her here. She felt a little scared when she thought about it.
She came out of the bathroom, and there was a knock on his bedroom door. It was Aunt Daisy who told her dinner was ready. Feeling uncomfortable to refuse, Beverley followed Aunt Daisy to the table.
They descended the circular marble staircase. Then Aunt Daisy led Beverley into the dining room, which was a short distance from the main staircase. They needed to pass through the corridor to the right of the stairs before finally arriving at another spacious room.
The dining table was so big and long. It was made of bone-white marble and thick glass. There are ten chairs with high backs surrounding it. Above the dining table was a large crystal chandelier that shone warmly.
Beverley was speechless. Now she finally realized that this mansion was much more luxurious than she thought. How rich is Brent to have such a luxurious mansion?
Old Edward had been waiting in the dining room for a long time. He immediately pulled up one of the dining chairs when he saw Beverley coming. "Madam, please have a seat," he said.
"Thank you." Beverley smiled awkwardly. She looked at the amount of food on the table. It is a luxury food; meaning food for special dishes such as celebrations for certain events. There was also a bottle of red wine and champagne prepared.
"I guess this is too much, isn't it?" Beverley looked at Edward and Aunt Daisy in surprise.
Aunt Daisy took a deep breath. "Sorry, Madam, I thought it was going to be a great night. Maybe I am wrong."
Beverley understood. Normal people would think tonight would be a night of celebration for their wedding. However, there is no such thing. This wedding was not something to be happy about, so they did not need to celebrate in any way.
"Where is that man? Has he had dinner?"
At that moment, she heard footsteps from behind. She turned her head and saw Brent coming in with a straight face, followed by another man who looked the same age. The man looked strange; Beverley had never seen him before.
Edward, who was still standing there, immediately pulled out a chair for Brent. Now Beverley came face to face with the man again. Seeing him made the food on the table look unappealing.
"Sir, wine or champagne?" Edward offered Brent a drink.
Edward immediately opened the bottle of wine and poured it into Brent's glass. He moved next to Beverley and poured the same drink into the woman's glass after saying sorry.
Brent twirled the wine glass in his hand while watching the dark red liquid swirl around. His brows furrowed in displeasure. Even the crystal chandelier on the ceiling seemed to have lost its warmth.
No one spoke, as if Brent's presence intimidated people and prevented them from speaking up. Only Aunt Daisy took the initiative to set the plates on the table.
Beverley snorted softly and picked up some food for herself. She wanted to quickly finish this dinner and go back to her bedroom. At least she would not see Brent's face any longer.
She stabbed her fork over the piece of roast beef. Suddenly, Brent said, "Jace, give her the rules."
The foreign man called Jace took out a thick black folder. He smiled at Beverley and then handed her the black folder. "Madam, sorry, you should read it."
Beverley looked suspiciously at the man. She lowered her gaze and looked at the words, 'Special Rules for Unwanted Marriage by Mr. Oliver'.
Hell. This is hell!
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
"Ma'am, please come up," Jace said to Beverley. The woman was still frozen in front of the stairs leading to Brent's private jet."Are you serious?" Beverley silently swallowed her saliva. She didn't want to look like a country girl, but this was her first time seeing a private jet in person. Of course, she was stunned!Brent, who had gone up first, turned and looked down. He smiled mockingly. "Hurry up! You can still admire the jet from the inside."Beverley snorted coldly. She flicked her long hair back gracefully and caught up with Brent. She didn't want him to make fun of her for looking like a country girl.The inside of the cabin is different from an airplane cabin in general. It's not broad. There are only a few seats. Everything looks luxurious and dominated by white.A handsome young man in a pilot's outfit stepped out of a closed door. The man smiled at Brent and Beverley. "Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, congrats on your wedding. I'm happy to finally be able to take you on your honeym