As I stepped into my childhood home after an arduous four-year absence, a sigh escaped my lips. To avoid raising suspicions about my sudden arrival, I called my parents a few nights ago. However, they still appeared concerned. I had hoped to share the joyful news of my promotion to CEO of a prestigious fashion brand with them.Upon taking a deep breath, I cautiously pushed open the front door and entered the living room. Observing my parents anxiously pacing back and forth, I sensed something troubling them. Without wasting any time, I approached them with care."Inquiry: Mom, Dad, what's the matter? You both seem worried," I asked from the doorway.The moment my father, Nicolas Dolman, caught sight of me, he leaped up and hurried towards me, embracing me tightly. "Oh, it's a relief that you're home, dear," he exclaimed with excitement."Thank you, Dad," I replied, returning the embrace."My child, welcome home," my mother, Rachael Dolman, greeted me with a warm embrace as well.Surpr

Chapter 3 - The WeddingAfter what felt like a seemingly endless thirty-minute drive, the limo finally came to a stop in front of a grand estate guarded by imposing figures. As I stepped out of the car, I was immediately greeted by a group of maids who hurriedly ushered me into the house. "Wait a second," I protested, "What's the hurry?"The maids exchanged glances but didn't offer an explanation, just continuing to push me forward. "Hey!" I objected, but they remained silent, their determination unwavering. My father tried to reassure me, "It's alright, dear. We'll wait for you inside," he said as we passed through the door.Inside the mansion, I half expected to be led into a dark room or some hidden corner, but to my surprise, they brought me to a lavishly decorated room. The bed alone was twice the size of my parents, and the closet was vast, filled with exquisite gowns and shoes of all kinds. "Oh," I exclaimed, taking in the opulence around me.My attention was then drawn to a go

As I woke up that morning, the bright rays of sunlight greeted me, almost blinding my eyes. I couldn't quite tell if I had slept well or if I had remained awake until morning. The night had felt restless, leaving me with a sense of unease that lingered. "Oh, my God! What am I going to do? My life is ruined," I whispered to myself, tossing and turning in bed, overwhelmed by anxiety. The weight of uncertainty and fear seemed to bear down on me as I contemplated my next step.The thought of explaining my sudden marriage to my boss, who was also my lover, and the few friends, I have managed to gain back at my old place made me even more frustrated. "I can't believe that on my first visit home in four years, I ended up getting married," I sighed, irritated with the situation. "Maybe if I talk to him, he'll let me travel out of London," I contemplated aloud, venting my frustrations to the empty room. There was no need to hold back; I needed to confront this madness head-on.After freshening

“Damn this bitch,” I cursed as I kept slamming blows into her face.“Jesus,” Josie exclaimed in horror as she saw the mess Lisa was in. "Madam Creed, enough!" Josie yelled, urging me to stop. "If you continue like that, you’ll kill her for real," she added.I sighed, raising my head. "Did you just yell at me? I mean, you literally just gave me an order?" I questioned, feeling irritated by her interference. "Seriously? What nerves."Josie hesitated, "My apologies, Madam, but if I didn’t intervene... that last hit would probably kill her," she explained.I looked down at Lisa's face; although she was still breathing, her face was messed up. "Fine, I'll let it pass for today, but the next time you speak to me like that... I'll murder you. I'll decapitate your head from your body, and no one will know," I spat out, watching her squirm with horror. "Good, I love the expression on your face. Keep that one, and you might live to see another day, bitch," I said spitefully and stormed upstair

As Lucian Creed set foot inside the sprawling mansion, an overpowering urge compelled him to seek out his so-called wife, Mira Dolman. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, even though the very thought of their marriage seemed absurd. Upon entering her room, he was met with a surprising revelation. Mira mentioned 'her man,' and though he had no romantic feelings for this seemingly unhinged woman, a twinge of jealousy ignited within him. How dare she hold someone else in her heart while being bound to him in matrimony? He wanted to dismiss the emotion, to pretend it didn't matter, but the mere idea gnawed at him relentlessly. His conflicting emotions churned inside him. On one hand, there was frustration and irritation at Mira's audacity to entertain thoughts of another man while married to him. He felt a surge of anger, "Why would you even entertain the thought?" he retorted with an angry expression, though a glimmer of compassion shimmered in his eyes. He desperately wanted to unde