Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire’s Mad Son: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I sat elegantly yet shyly as I was superbly decorated more than the former. This time diamond bracelets piled my neck and wrist. On my feet was a pair of Italian stiletto and my wedding gown was shapely made from the Royal Home of England. The tailor-made wedding gown caught my shape so invitingly that my curves and hour-glass shot out at the right edges and corners.“Wow this is so much for a wedding gown that would worn by the mad man’s wife,” one of the maidens gossiped with another by the corner as they gaped at the POS slip for the purchase of the wedding gown.“How much is it worth?” another asked cheerfully.“Eightmillion dollars!” the maiden replied, and cast an inspective gaze at me, probably expecting my reactions.My eyes almost burnt with tears at the thought of my attribute hence forth; mad man’s wife. That was what I was brooding about inwardly not even the worth of my wedding gown. I wondered how I was going to deal with the reserved emotional trauma this marriage was g

“Why are you fidgety? Don’t you know you are married couples now, and soon you two would share same bed and roof?” Salsa snapped to me once I dared to withdraw to the wall as Brian advanced forward to sign on the agreement papers.Salsa’s words etched off every memory of what an ideal husband should look like and installed in me the belief that every husband was supposed to be insane; that I had no right to protest in this marriage.The two hefty men dragged him to come forth and he shuffled his legs, unwilling to make a move and throwing his face side ways to bite them since they seemed to be stronger than him. He was chuckling idly now and struggled violently with the two hefty men; to an extent the hefty men didn’t want to get much violent with him since this could result to hurting him.“Brian! Brian! You had better respect yourself and come forth to sign the papers. You are not going to keep us waiting. This is a time we have been anticipating as a family. You can’t ruin this mom

Soon, everyone left for their various homes and I was still breaking words with Salsa, who I knew was tipsy and heavy in her eyes after having so much to drink. Virtually everyone was alcoholic tonight and I wondered who would run to my rescue if Brian should pounce on me like a lion.“Won’t you go to your husband?” Salsa reminded me with an emphatic look on her face. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled briefly in what I took for mockery.I could perceive much of the exudates of rum from her now.My countenance fell hugely especially when I recalled the man she called husband wasn’t just mad but violently mad. Wasn’t he the reason I was still outside till this moment? I just wish they could mind their business and let me perch wherever I wanted.Salsa’s eyes were still around me, perhaps expecting nothing else than my response.“I will…I will go…go to him,” even my voice shook with uncertainty and I became scared to call him my husband. That clause wasn’t yet activated in me. I only

The kidney dialysis and transplant was successful. Finding an eligible donor wasn’t a problem since my kidney was not compatible with that of my mother.I was delighted to see the face of my mother light with smiles and life. Her eyes were bright and filled with energy as that of a fish in the ocean. Happily her body wasn’t swelling like balloon again. And fresh spring had come under feet. She was back to explore her prime now.She could speak perfectly well and raise her body at will. Mom was rejuvenated again, and hope wasn’t far-fetched anymore; this captivated me and put smiles on my chin.At the sight of me, she sat up and opened her arms in wide embrace as I clenched her in an engaging hug. “I am happy to see you alive, hale and hearty, mama, “I muttered behind her neck as we burnt each other with hot breath and hum of gladness.We hugged for a time that seemed eternal“I am delighted to see you hearty too my daughter”, she said, withdrew her face and kissed me on the brow. “Thi

Once mama sighted the Ferrari that booed into our compound, she sprang out and stood at the door, arming herself with her dark, flaming eyes that warned us not to come close.My gaze was still on her even as the driver rushed out to open the door for me. I wondered what could be the reason for the looks on her face. She was all frown and crimson. The patches of red on her cheeks were evidence of reserved anger she had for me.I walked with unsteadiness, expecting her to open a wide embrace as usual, but I was disappointed. Instead she crossed her legs on the door as though to stop me from entering our house. Her jaw dropped as she winked at me.“Good morning, mama,” I greeted, with the hope that the anger would let her mouth respond to me, at least. “Good morning my mama,” I gave a more emphatic tone and she hissed and gave me the cold shoulder.I winked, cleared my throat and dare to enter, since the haze of early hours sun was beginning to set, but mama came on my way.“Where do you