My Betrothed

The military officers whose duties are to guard and protect Mark stayed behind after mark instructed them to, while Richardson followed Mark up to the mansion's entrance. The door was locked obviously from the outside. Richardson was clever enough to discern that.

"The door is locked from the outside! She is not at home, deductively." Richardson said and a grin appeared on his face. A jaguar at that instant drove past the military officers by the compounds gate in the Aliko Bay mountain and whizzed off to the parking lot and halted.

The sound of the engines and the brake halting naturally would draw anyone's attention. Soon the engine died down.

"I was beginning to think we came at the wrong time. Then boom! I suppose she is here" Mark exclaimed.

At that moment Mark saw the woman stepping out of the car at the parking lot. The woman caught his eyes because of the overwhelming presence she exuded.

Like a queen, she was extraordinarily beautiful in her crimson dress. Her hair had been done up elegantly. She was rather voluptuous. Around her slim waist was a black belt.

Seeing the foolish look on Mark's face, Richardson turned to look at the woman as well. He was hitherto looking at the two men beside the women.

Mark had obviously ignored their presence. Richardson as a mercenary in Killa city in his past life couldn't possibly ignore them. He could see the outpouring of power from them as a well trained martial artiste.

The two men looked cool in their tuxedo and black rimmed sunglasses. To Richardson's shock, the two men had achieved the latent strike force technique.

Richardson was not so surprised. Someone who could afford to stay in such an environment could possibly hire incredible people at such a high level. They were proficient in combat arts and as such, they were trained in a level to cultivate their spirit.

After all, this spirit is of great essence and as far as they make their body convenient and open for their spirit. They would remain alive.

The spirit can as well be transformed into force within a combatants physical self. Even if a burly muscular bouncer throws a punch of two hundred and seventy kilograms, that force would be using ones external force. Other than external force. One could learn to utilize latent strike zone technique.

With it, one could punch a large piece of paper and not damage it, rather create a very fine hole like a perfect circle in it's middle. It's a product of converging the energy unleashed by ones spirit Man force into striking zone needle. Which was insanely, very powerful.

"Do you know her?" Richardson inquired casually.

"Wow, she must be Hannah! My betrothed." Mark responded, he was fully interested in the woman's beauty. After all, she was also matured like Diana. While Diana was very alluring, This woman was way dominant in all walks of beauty that attracted men.

Both of them were the kind of women he considered attractive. Until now, he was still ignoring the two combatants beside her.

The last text from Danny was "Charity Wakins granddaughter is Hannah Reigns. She is the girl with the overlapping circle mark in her innermost thighs" alongside was her address.

Although, Mark has been unable to contact Danny since he got the text from him he seemed carried away. He didn't expected his betrothed to be this beautiful. Who else if it's not her? Danny had never given him wrong informations before and he trusted him. "This must be her!" He affirmed.

At the same time Richardson replied. "Oh okay!" Everything made sense to him now. Mark would hardly feed him with informations like this.

"He informed Danny to do some findings about this same lady, betrothed to him, he said to himself. But he is missing? And I have just two days to find him!" Richardson added and he got troubled.

Richardson shaked his trouble mind off and rubbed his hands on his nose and asked sheepishly. "You sure she is the one?"

Mark said in response "We'll find out. And If she has the mark of overlapping circles in her thighs, then she definitely is. Finally my position as the president general will be to death once I marry her!

Directly fulfilling my grandfather's wish" Mark undoubtedly seem excited. He would have been feeling irritated if the lady didn't meet his kind of imaginary wife.

Richardson smirked. " The two bodyguard walking beside her!...." He added.

It was at this moment Mark noticed their majestic presence. They were walking towards them. The woman in front and their two each beside her. One holding her purse.

"What about them?" Mark curiously enquired.

"They look like a pair of Brothers. Twins definitely. Identical obviously. And they're definitely combatants with proficient fighting skills." Richardson detailed.

"So, In addition to her being my betrothed. She seem wealthy and a pair of powerful bodyguard! A perfect combination with the president General!" Mark Smiled sheepishly to himself and he fixated his gaze on her the more.

Mark didn't just understood the gravity of what Richardson was trying to point out.

Sooner, the woman and his bodyguard were face to face with them. The military officers by the gate were beginning to get alarmed. They also noticed how powerful the bodyguards were, should in case they're threat to the president general.

Mark stared at her cleavage without showing any signs of embarrassment or showing a bad impression. It even got to the extent he almost drool. That didn't even matter.

Hannah, the woman, knew him very well. She was the lady whom Jake Bernard had cheated on his wife with. She was only going to pretend to be the lady betrothed to Mark for five months. Only for her mission and after which after a successful mission will unveil the snake under the green grass.

"What are you doing here?" Hannah spoke with her angelic melodious voice. Her tone was in a seductive manner. Mark just thought that's her tone naturally. Hannah, seemed to start the drama from the second she met with Mark. Pretend all along! But she didn't want to appear cheap.

"I'm the president General and I'm here to have a private personal discussion with you!" Mark introduced himself. Hannah glanced at him and turned her gaze towards Richardson who displayed his ID card.

It was a confirmation they were not faking their identity. Hannah even already knew both of them. She just had to act like she didn't knew any of them.

"Only just got home from work. You'll have to wait at the parlour till I freshen up!" She replied and gestured for her twin bodyguards to open the door with their iris and let her in. The entrance door was designed that way.

Sooner, they were inside the mansion. It was indeed luxurious. Mark sat at the visitor's chair alongside Richardson. "She seem nice also!" Mark chuckled.

The walking steps of a lady walking down the stairs was being heard and the two bouncer at the bottom of the stair narrowed their gaze upward. The moment they saw her, they directed their gaze elsewhere. Their job doesn't permit them to admire.

Especially since she was dressed seductively. "You can excuse us!" She dismissed her guards as she reached the bottom of the stair. By this time Richardson had also exited the parlour to give the duo their privacy, but was close by In case anything starts popping.

Especially, anything that may cause harm to the president general. He'd lose his head. Likewise, Hannah's bodyguard.

She was wearing a singlet that pointed out her nipples and she was wearing a very short mini skirt you could get an insight of her ass. It can leave any man little to no imagination. It would make any man ogle around her. And her hair was tied in ponytail. Despite dressing so seductively, she still appeared classy in a way.

Mark stood up and called out to her with a smile. "Hello, beauty!" It was by this point, he got momentarily stunned, with his heart fluttering.

He fixated his gaze on her chest. He had never created time to enjoy the beauties of this earth and satisfy his urges that were getting awakened.

She looked suggestive, and the type that men go crazy for and beg for a fling but may not make their wife. She had a very nice curvaceous body.

"Hello!" Hannah snapped her fingers upon noticing how Mark was admiring and gazing at her non stop. She had purposely got dressed this way to stimulate an interest in Mark for her. It was the only way she could get Mark to marry her as soon as possible.

With the snap of Hannah's finger, Mark came back to reality and confusedly sat down before he regained his composure. The seductive lady sat down as well, crossing her legs and exposing something very close to her innermost thighs.

She deliberately dropped her room key, which she bent to pick giving Mark an opportunity to feast his eyes on her chest. She had a really massive and hot! Breast.

"This girl is making me go crazy! How could a woman be this hot?" He said to himself.

"So,what's it that's personal and private you want you discuss with me?" She inquired with her angelic voice, the tone was seductive. She curved her lips like a lady who was horny.

Of a truth, Hannah was too disciplined to act this way, but she had to play her part well, thus she took some stimulative drugs that would make her crave a man, and that would in turn make her act very seductive.

Mark was wise enough to compose himself and stop staring at her, cause one more look at her would stir up his desires above limit.

"Uhmmmm...... Are you Hannah Reigns? Charity Wakins granddaughter?" Mark inquired as images of her nakedness, he had created in his mind flashed across his mind again and again.

"Yes..." Hannah replied. "Anything the matter? Why do you ask?" She added, inquiring.

"It's simply because I have to be sure you're her! She is officially betrothed to me by her grandmother Charity Wakins, and it was a mutual agreement between my grandfather and her grandmother.

They were lovers in short and" Mark got cut off and his voices died down gradually...

"They wanted their love to continue...." Hannah completed what Mark was actually trying to say.