A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire’s Mad Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

When mom phoned me requesting to see me, I had no clue what it was all about. I guessed she had missed me a great deal after I told her I was relocating to Ohio. It baffled me each time I recalled that mom could think I had been in Ohio all this while not knowing I was back at the Fanny villa.Mom never liked to hear me mention that name, let alone remind her that I was the contract wife of the most violent mad man in Rio Hondo. So, in order to avoid suspicion, I would be disguising.There wouldn’t be a need to go in the family car and dress luxuriously like Fanny wanted ever since I told him I would be visiting my mother.“For Christ's sake, you are my daughter-in-law. You are supposed to look rich,” Fanny had told me when he beheld the bogus, cheap gown which hung over me.But I was able to convince him of my reason for disguising being that I didn’t want onlookers and neighbors to know I was from the affluent Fanny’s family.Also, I was grateful this pregnancy was still in its deli

I knew this was going to happen so I had myself checked often while discussing with mom. As I hastened into the toilet, the churning subsided, my guts were cold and it seemed like I wasn’t going to throw up again.This was my first pregnancy and twins for that matter; issues like this were put into consideration whenever I set out to pay a visit.“Melissa! Melisa!” mom called, “Are you okay!” she asked swiftly. She would have asked yet further if she hadn’t heard me defecate, “Oh I thought you wanted to throw up,” she said.“No, as you can see, mom. I was only pressed,” I lied, “I will be out as soon as I am done,” I said loudly and continued with my pretense, even when it wasn’t my intention to poop.Indeed things had fallen apart and mom like everyone else was expecting so much from me now. Rod Benson? What on earth would push him to my side despite the classic, rich, well lettered ladies in New York. Why me?All that mom said was yet to sink into my head and they only started sinki

When I came out of my room, I saw Fanny having a quiet time as he relaxed to his drink at the bar; he was all alone; it was obvious this oldie was possessed with a heavy thought about burying Brian.Come to think of it what on earth would make Fanny take such a decision all of a sudden?”“Oh my goose!” I said in my mind, “What is happening? Why would Fanny want to bury Brian? Is Brian dead? Or could he be dead and he doesn’t want me to know about it?” I asked within myself, as my eyes were about to be welled up with tears.I sniffed heavily, daring to fight back tears to avoid Fanny suspecting me of knowing about the secret burial. I also had my personal plans to stop them from burying the only man I had come to adore.Once Fanny caught sight of me, he gestured at me to come over. I forced a smile, just to inform him all was well with me. He was all smiles too, perhaps thinking I didn’t know what he and the girls planned to do tonight.“Good evening father,” I greeted him, still perch

At the time, neither Fanny could pet me nor Eva perk me up. Everyone, except Opula and Kate, was emotionally crushed and locked in pain. I had been singing Brian’s favorite song for God-knows-when. I knew the Fanny's would be shocked to see me in such mood but I needed to bid the father of my twins a farewell. I wouldn’t be seeing Brian again and after now, I would be eager to accept the divorce and continue my life; with the twins in my womb, Brian would always remain close to my heart.This song had not been coming from my lips but from my heart.Provoked by my sonorous voice and impatience to entertain my feckless show of affection, Opula ordered the nurses, “Please nurses, we don’t have any more time for this senseless song,” she sounded and shot her ferocious eyes at me, which housed fire and brimstone.Kate supported her, “Do you realize it is just past eleven? We don’t have time anymore. Please, nurses, doctor, take away this unwanted musician that is making a noise so that we

“Take away the food. I am not hungry,” That was the sound of my repelling voice which rang from wall to wall when Salsa walked in with my dinner.With the tray of food firmly held, Salsa dragged a disturbed brow, sucked a tooth and sighed. She dropped the food anyway and started dishing out.“Salsa!” I called arrogantly, “Are you deaf?” I queried, “Take away the food. I am not hungry!” I barked and transferred my aggression on her immediately.Her jaw went slack as she stood in exaggerated shock, “Please, Melissa, you have missed food for two days now. Do you realize you are carrying his twins?” she whispered and glared around before saying, “Let’s be grateful to God he is still alive.”Salsa lowered her gaze, recalling what she heard Opula and Kate discuss with the doctor at the hospital, about their plans to eliminate Brian totally. It was actually one of her reasons for bringing dinner for Melissa to her chamber.“If I hadn’t gone to the hospital to be with Brian, they would have b