All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jackson West didn’t seem to panic at all. He took off his black trench coat, as it restricted his movement, revealing the well-tailored suit he was wearing underneath it. He raised one leg and, without a beat, sent the big guy nearest to him flying with a kick.Tiffany was so anxious that her palm began to sweat. It was one up against so many people. Now that Jackson and her were in the same boat, both of them were done for if things went south. Although the guy had crazy long legs and seemed to be quite a fighter, she was still worried...To her surprise, all the big guys were down on the ground in just less than five minutes. Jackson didn’t even have to use his fists. If it weren’t for the fact that she already had Ethan, she would have fallen head over heels for him.After making sure that the big guys would no longer pose a threat to her, Tiffany tapped on the window and gestured for Jackson to unlock the door for her.Jackson picked up his trench coat from the ground, then dis

Arianne’s heart raced involuntarily. His scent overwhelmed her senses with every breath she took. It was faintly sweet with hints of his unique masculine essence, mixed with bits of boozy intoxication. This made her breathing quicken as well.Mark drew his slightly damp body, fresh out from the shower, closer to her. Then, he stretched out his arm and wrapped it around her waist. Arianne’s breathing went into disarray. Realizing that she wasn’t asleep, he flipped over and climbed on top of her. Then, he accurately found her soft lips...She remembered the pain from the other night, and the smell of alcohol on him further terrified her. She pressed her hands against his chest. “You’re drunk…!”He held her shoulders down and replied in a deep, husky voice. “Fulfill your wifely duties!”She didn’t say anything more. She was too afraid to close her eyes. As she watched the devastating figure on top of her, Arianne frowned from the discomfort. She gritted her teeth and endured it, until

Tiffany grabbed her wrist. “Come, let’s get away from this place!”Arianne couldn’t understand this. “You have to explain this to me… I can’t leave. Mark would get upset if I leave…”“He doesn’t even care if you live or die. Why should you care if he gets angry? I can practically see through him. He doesn’t love you, he’s torturing you! He wants to take your life!” Tiffany was close to losing it. Her expression was a horrific sight.Arianne was at a loss from her reaction. “Tiffie… What are you saying?”Tiffany was now flustered and exasperated. “Do you know whose engagement party this is? Will Sivan’s! I didn’t want to tell you. I found out about it when I spoke to Will yesterday. How could Mark possibly not know this? He knowingly brought you here. Does he want to see you in pain? Or to provoke Will? I don’t know if you love Will or not, but Will loves you. He’s agreed to this arranged marriage by his family, just so that he could come back to the country and be a little closer t

Mark was unexpectedly calm, but Jackson was flustered instead. He pulled Tiffany away. “You better shut up, little girl. This doesn’t concern you. Let’s go!”No matter how much Tiffany struggled, Jackson still dragged her away by force. The price he had to pay for doing this was getting bitten on his wrist so hard that blood was drawn.He was both angry and amused at the same time. “What are you? A dog?”Tiffany glared at him. “I’m not a dog, but I don’t mind being one whenever I see you. You are a bastard like Mark Tremont!”Jackson felt wronged but couldn’t defend himself anyway. “Alright, alright. You can think however you want as long it makes you happy.”Arianne showed neither dissatisfaction nor anger toward Mark and grabbed his arm on her own accord. “I want to go home now. Should we leave together? Or maybe I can go first while you stay here with Aery?”Mark looked into her eyes. For the first time, he was unable to read her emotions. “Let’s go.”Arianne put some distanc

Arienna guessed that Mark had rushed home because she had rebelled by sneaking out of the house until late night.She straightened her clothes and stepped in, prepared to take the storm head on.When she entered, none of the servants in Tremont Estate were resting. Butler Henry, Mary, and the other servants were all standing in one line in the living room. Butler Henry looked at Arianne, then sighed and said nothing.She took a deep breath and said, “It’s alright, I’ll explain it to him.”“Sir isn’t in a good mood after drinking. You better take it easy…” Mary warned her.Arienna smiled and went upstairs. The bedroom door was ajar. Mark Tremont sat on the chair in front of the French window with a cigarette lit between his fingers. Smoke veiled the room, and his figure looked slightly hazy.He was still in his suit, which meant he had just come back not long ago. Arienna approached him and offered him a cup of tea to sober him up. “Tiffie was in a bad mood and drunk. I came back