บททั้งหมดของ I Married My Father’s Creditor : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

"He’s losing a pulse! Push two milligrams of epinephrine, now!"The paramedic’s shout echoed violently off the metal walls as the ambulance screeched around a tight corner, throwing me hard against the interior panel.Outside, the night was a dark blur of rain and flashing red lights. Inside, it smelled of metallic blood and oxygen. I scrambled back onto my knees, my hands locking around my father’s ice-cold fingers. His face was a waxy, hollow grey, his chest heaving under a clear plastic mask that fogged with every weak, ragged gasp."Dad, stay with me!" I screamed over the roar of the siren, my knuckles turning white around his. "Look at me! Keep your eyes on me!"Beside me, Mum was crouched on the bench, sobbing so hard she could barely draw breath. In the far corner, my younger sister, Whitney, was curled into a tight ball, her arms wrapped over her head to drown out the noise.The ambulance slammed to a halt outside the emergency room doors, and the back slammed open."Move! We

Rule 1: On no account should you ever sleep outside my home or travel without getting permission from me,” Damien said, his voice flat, dropping like heavy lead weights onto the polished mahogany desk between us.My chest tightened, air trapped halfway up my throat.“Rule 2: Your curfew time is 9:00 PM. I expect my wife to be home before I do.“Rule 3: You're not allowed to have a boyfriend or male friends besides me.“Rule 4: You're expected to attend every social gathering or event with me, and you're not allowed to go to parties or any social events that include drinking or boys.“Rule 5: You're not allowed to leak the secret behind our marriage on social media or tell anyone about it."I do not set these boundaries out of caprice, Ariana," Damien added, his tone clipped and analytical. "The press and my corporate rivals examine every move I make. A single photograph of my future wife stumbling out of a nightclub or linked to another man can tank a multi-billion-dollar merger overn

Ariana’s POVShan took me to the bench outside and we sat down, sipping our drinks which was probably a mix of fruit juice and alcohol because I noticed the more I drank it the more relaxed and tipsy I felt but I'm not complaining, this is exactly what I wanted.He held my hand and was caressing it lightly, “Tell me more about yourself.” He said.I looked up at him with admiration and chuckled. “ There's really not much to know about me.” I said plainly.He frowned, “ Come on. Just tell me something, okay let's do it like this, where do you live? Are you still in college? How old are you? Do you live alone? What are your interests, likes, dislikes?” I laughed, cutting him off.“So basically everything about me, right?” I asked while laughing.He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I wanna know everything.” Trust me Shan, you don't want to know everything. But I decided to tell him a little at least.“I live in New York, I'm in college, I go to NYU, faculty of art, fashion design major, I'm 23,