Chapter Eleven:The woman he addressed as 'Janette' sighed resignedly. "Too bad. I really thought we could relive the past and have some fun before I do what brought me but it seems like you're not in the mood. So let's just get straight to the point. I'm here to get my daughter."Maxwell just gave her a disdainful look. He wasn't in the mood for any of her shenanigans. He knew she was up to no good as usual. "Never address my daughter in that manner again. Ever." "Your daughter? Sorry to burst your bubble, Wonderboy, but Isabella is not your daughter!"An eerie silence ensued before; "Get.out.of.my.house. Now!" "Oh, I knew you wouldn't believe me so I came well prepared. Here's the DNA test result that proves you're not Isabella's father. And this one here proves the identity of her biological father. I've even brought pictures of him so you can see how striking their resemblance is. And one more thing, I got your DNA sample and that of Isabella through y

Ever the meticulous and punctual person, Maxwell arrived at exactly eight pm at the address his little man gave him, which turned out to be a nightclub in the suburban part of London.Although clubbing had never been his thing, he didn't hesitate to stride into the raucous place, in his characteristic majestic way with two of his bodyguards trailing behind. He didn't bother to go to the VIP section or even take a seat as he stood at a secluded corner, scanning his eyes all over the crowded club in search of his little man.However, the little man was nowhere to be seen and just as he checked the time and realised that it was ten minutes after eight, the lights went dim. Then all of a sudden, a very melodious, euphonious and captivating voice of a woman rent the air before the spotlights were illuminated on the stage, where a young lady dressed in all black---black halter maxi dress, black pumps, black hat and a black net covering her gorgeous face, stood with the mic in her gloved han

Angelina couldn't believe her ears. "What?! Now?! What's the rush for, sir? I mean, how can a wedding be…" "This is a contract marriage, Devilina. All you have to do is sign some few documents and that's it; you're bound to me for the next couple of years. This is no fairy tale and so there will be no useless wedding ceremony whatsoever."But Angelina wasn't ready to give in. "I know this is just a contract marriage but it's a legal marriage after all! For that, we need to obtain licenses and get some witnesses. This will take some time so…" "Everything has already been taken care of. As we speak, the two witnesses are already waiting for us at the city hall."At that, Angelina pursed her lips. So he had already arranged everything even without speaking with her. He had been absolutely confident about her acceptance. Afterall, to him she's the gold digger and money grubber who can never resist such a staggering offer. Well, he was right in one aspect. His offer was too

"To my study, now!"As usual, Maxwell didn't shout or bark the order at her even though he seemed to be seething with rage. Rather, he spoke in his characteristic frosty, chilly tone which made Angelina shudder involuntarily. And as he turned and stormed away, she couldn't help but ask herself. What did she do to rile him up this much?She slowly trailed behind him but instead of directly following him to the study, she made a quick visit to the kitchen and got something first.Upon reaching the study on the second floor, she knocked once before opening the door and barging in, just as is typical of her. As soon as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, memories of the first time she came into this same room flooded her mind.How she saw the slumped figure of her drunk boss on that same couch…How he laid down all those strong frigid walls of his; giving her a glimpse of the real person buried deep beneath, showing her his raw, deep emotions…How he told he needed her in

As soon as Isabella finished eating, she smiled expectantly at Angelina. Seeing that, Angelina instantly understood what she wanted so she returned the smile before saying, "Atta girl! Now it's time for you to go brush your teeth and take a bath. Should I come and run the bath for you?"Isabella instantly protested by vigorously shaking her head at Angelina before scampering to her room, presumably to freshen herself up. Making Angelina smile satisfactorily while Lucy just bit her lower lip in apprehension. She had a bad feeling about this but there was nothing she could do. Afterall, Angelina is now the mistress of the house and everything she says is an order that must be obeyed!About thirty minutes later, Angelina and Lucy were both in Isabella's study room when the young girl walked in with a huge, self-satisfied grin on her face, revealing her teeth which were now much cleaner than usual. She had successfully done everything, including combing her hair and tying it into a p