Todos los capítulos de A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Capítulo 1721 - Capítulo 1730

Footsteps neared the door. Melissa was quick to recognize it as her father’s and sprung toward its direction in childlike blithe. Her tiny stature made it impossible for the kid to reach the doorknob, though it did not matter, as a second later, the door cracked open softly from outside, as though whoever was coming in predicted the little girl’s presence to stand behind it.Seeing little Millie, Alejandro bent down and carried the girl in his arms. “C’mon, standing behind the door again? You know someone might hit you with the door one day, and that’s not very nice, is it? Next time, stand farther away from the door, okay?” he admonished kindly. “Anyway, go play with your toys downstairs. Daddy needs to talk to Mommy for a bit, okay?”Melissa mimicked Melanie sniffling. “Daddy, Mommy cry, sniff-sniff, argh-argh…”Alejandro shot Melanie a complicated, indecipherable look and handed Melissa to her nanny.Alejandro closed the door and faced Melanie, who stood before the window twiddl

When a grown-up breaks down, they bawl. Their emotions erupt out of them in a split-second.Melanie could not even spare enough mind to the fact that her daughter was standing right next to her—she dropped to her soles into a pitiful crouch and bawled, howling in grief and agony, all the while a part of her reminded herself that she had not wanted to cry at all.In the late evening, Melanie prepared a sumptuous meal for the family and texted Alejandro, telling him to come home for dinner.She had already finalized her divorce agreement; Melissa’s custody would go to Alejandro, since Melanie did not know if she would have a destination to go or an abode to stay. It would be fine—Alejandro had always treated her daughter with utmost love and care. He could be bad to the entire world, but he would never be so to his kid. Letting Alejandro raise Melissa was not a bad choice at all.The clock was close to nine at night. The food was losing their last remnant of warmth. It was then that

Granted, Tiffany knew she was in the wrong. “Urgh! I knew telling you would only complicate things… Look at me, hey! I’m fine, aren’t it? Isn’t that good enough? Besides, Melanie suffered enough already, don’cha think? I get that her brother’s the perp and that means she’s somewhat connected to this whole thing, but she’s innocent, you know? So can we please, please-please-please, just drop this?”Jackson’s eyes reddened in furious frenzy. “Even if she deserves pity, so what? Does that mean our daughter doesn’t?! Our little angel can’t even leave her incubator!” he bristled. “You chill the eff out, Tiffie. I know who wronged us. I know Melanie isn’t one of those bastards and I’m not the type to drag an innocent person into my revenge. But those real culprits—those mother**kers are gonna pay for what they f**king did! I have no qualms leaving Melanie out of this since her brother was the one who pushed you, but that’s all. The rest of the Larks have got hell to pay, and come hell or hi

Alejandro picked the little girl up and cooed, “There, there; okay. Go play with your toys. Daddy will be with you after he’s done with some unfinished business, okay?”Melissa, already in a mood to report the bad guy, sniffled before complaining in her squeaky voice, “That grandma hit M-M-Mommy! She hit Mommy!”Alejandro pinched her cheek. “Aww, got it. Daddy knows.”Seeing how kindly Alejandro treated Melissa drew doubts in Mrs. Lark’s heart. How could an esteemed family of their standing, which traditionally demanded an heir rather than an heiress, see any need to dote on a girl? What kind of powerful family would ever be fine with not having a son?The nanny dutifully approached him to take Melissa away. Melanie, meanwhile, looked positively embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Alejandro. This… this is an altercation between my mother and me. It doesn’t concern you.”Alejandro narrowed his eyes slightly. “Yes, I agree. It’s none of my business. But you’re having your silly spat on my prop

Melanie waited until Alejandro put his pen down before signing her name with equal resolute. She ended it with a print of her thumb, asking, “So, when do we begin the legal procedures?”Alejandro didn’t answer her. Instead, he stormed out of the house and slammed the door.Melanie’s knees buckled and she crashed onto the couch, her strength leaving her body. Tears broke out from the corner of her eyes and traced an invisible path down her face, its salty liquid stinging the painful heat that had yet left her cheek. A while later she rose to her feet and went into the bathroom.She stared at her reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt a thick, awful lump furling in her chest. Mrs. Lark had put in more force than she expected, causing her cheek to swell even more than she had imagined. When Alejandro looked at her just now—she must have been a hideous sight to him, wasn’t she? He had never liked her, but after all of this, after Tiffany… He must hate her even more, did he not?The