Bride?

THE HARTS' ESTATE

Onora didn't realize how long she had slept, until she felt a hand tapping her gently and she opened her eyes.

"We are here, Lady Onora," one of the men in suits said.

Onora blinked and carefully stepped down from the car, dragging her long dress with her and totally got lost, staring at the paradise she was in.

It was nighttime, but this place—this heaven—looked like... what was she supposed to compare it with?

This is indeed a castle.

"Please come with us," the man said with a short bow and led the way.

Onora could see more men in suits from different angles of the house, holding weapons and looking dangerous.

She immediately increased her pace and followed the men in front of her.

They continued walking, away from most of the buildings and suites till the men entered another one.

A lady in her fifties welcomed them with a smile. Without a word, the men went out, leaving just Onora.

"You must be tired, my lady," she bowed.

"I...."

"Come with me," the woman said and again Onora just obeyed, and began climbing the stairs. She opened a door and entered.

"This is your suite, my lady."

Onora blinked and stared at the so-called suite, which seemed bigger than her whole house back home.

"My... my... suite?" she batted her lashes in confusion.

"Yes," the woman smiled.

"You should have your bath. I will call the maids to prepare you a warm bath. Please do that and dinner will be here soon."

Before Onora could say anything else, the woman went out and she was left alone in her thoughts and confusion.

Why did this look like the exact opposite of what she thought would happen? Why did she have a big suite?

She looked around and left the living room to go to the bedroom and she almost screamed. What’s this queen-sized bed? The wardrobe? She rushed towards it and opened it; it was quite empty—just some nightwears and some new set of footwear.

She had forgotten to ask why the men in suits didn't take her luggage with them.

"The wardrobe will be filled tomorrow, my lady."

Onora flinched when she heard the voice behind her and she immediately turned to see a young girl.

"My name is Miranda, and I will be the one to serve you from now on." She bowed.

"What's... going on?" Onora asked in her tiny voice, her gloomy eyes piercing into Miranda's soul.

"What are you talking about, my lady?" Miranda asked.

"Why... am I... your lady?"

"Because you're the boss's wife. We have to respect you," Miranda answered. Her husband—he must be highly respected here for her to be represented as my lady.

Onora couldn't say anything else.

"I'm going to prepare you a bath..."

"No, I will use the shower," she cut in.

"I can help with your dress..."

"No."

"My lady..."

"I want to be alone, please," Onora muttered.

Miranda sighed and bowed before walking out of the room.

Miranda entered the general kitchen and met other maids whispering among themselves and laughing loudly.

Did you see the bride?

I think she's unfed.

Why does she look so tiny and small?

I can easily break her into two.

She looks sixteen; what's her age again?

Gosh, she's totally not Madden's type. She's like a doll.

Can she survive in the clan? She will probably die.

They were all laughing until Lady A entered; she’s the head maid.

"Is the new lady's dinner ready?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Miranda, please get more than enough and make sure she eats before you bring the dishes back."

"Yes, ma'am."

MADDEN HART'S CHAMBER

"Uhh... fuuucckkk... ohhh," Kaliyah moaned as she rode on Madden's dick then fell weakly on his chest, her hair scattered all over her face as she managed to breathe through her mouth.

She's Madden's mistress and sex partner.

"Get off," Madden muttered, coldly.

"Can't I just..." she paused and gently fell beside him on the bed. He didn't have to repeat himself before she knew what exactly to do.

Madden lit up his cigarette and started smoking. Kaliyah stared at him in lust—how come she never seemed to get enough of this man?

Her eyes met his brown eyeballs and she quickly looked away to avoid contact. Madden rolled his eyes and sat up on the bed, turning his back on her. She continued admiring the tattoo on his back anyway and almost got tempted to touch it, but she wouldn't dare.

One of the phones on the bedstand rang and Madden answered.

"Boss, we caught the culprit," a voice said from the other side.

"Where is he?"

"Torture room, boss."

"Wait there." Madden dropped the phone and left the room for the bathroom.

When he returned to the room, he was dressed and looking even hotter than usual. His hair was styled in a ponytail while some strands dropped on the two sides of his face; his brown eyes glowed under them.

"Get out," he muttered and dropped a bundle of notes on the bed for Kaliyah.

"I thought I was supposed to sleep over tonight," she said.

Madden glared and she swallowed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled and started putting on her clothes, but he didn't wait—he went out.

Madden entered the torture room. All the guards bowed and moved backward.

In the middle of the room was a naked man hanged up, as if he'd been punished a little. There were traces of blood on his body and his face was swollen too.

"We caught him while he was trying to steal," Clover, Madden's personal and favorite, explained—he's the only one who didn't move back.

Madden said nothing; he just took one step at a time toward the criminal in front of him.

"Please... spare my life... please," the man begged as he began peeing on his body just at the sight of Madden.

"Then you shouldn't have tried stealing from me in the first place," Madden said softly and took a sharp knife on the closest table.

"I won't do it again, I... hmmm!! hmmm!!" He started struggling while Madden held his chin tightly, then he started cutting right through his lips.

With a smile on his face as he was doing that.

He cut off the man's lips totally before dropping the knife. He stretched his hand to Clover and a handkerchief was placed on it.

"Don't touch him anymore. We will deal with him," he said as he wiped his bloody hands.

"Yes, boss."

Madden threw the handkerchief on the floor and went out; Clover followed him.

"Lady Onora arrived some minutes ago, boss," Clover said.

Madden raised his brows.

"Who's Onora?" he asked.

"Your bride," Clover replied.

Madden scoffed and walked away, his two hands in his pockets.