Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cast Away By My Family; I Married The Ruthless Tycoon : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I grab the scissors from the table, staring at the bright metal part in my hands.Edmond Cozen, I may have been placed onto your hands but I refuse to remain in your palm.I push the scissors towards my tummy. Within seconds, the top bust of the wedding dress was shredded into pieces.I fall to the floor, panting heavily.Finally, I can breathe without taking in long deep swigs of air.I allow myself to breathe in deeply and enjoy my newfound sense of freedom even if it means just to finally breathe.I don’t know what mum was thinking putting me in a dress with bust so tight, I could feel the imprint of my ribcage forcing itself through the dress.I raise my upper body from the floor, sitting up and start working on the sleeves.Sharply, they join the rest of the stripped material on the floor.Shifting my butt from place to place and making a quick work of the scissors once more, I step out of the large ball gown.I pause for a minute, staring at what used to be the wedding gown I w

(EDMOND’S POV)“I just feel like staying indoors all day may be too stuffy, going outside might help.”She stays indoors?“I usually stay indoors at home, but I go out once in a while when indoors get stuffy.” She repeats.I look at her and see her shake, my lips trembling but she still holds tightly to the bed covers.Not that I want to yank it off just to see her body.My head cocks to the side.I paid her parents good money for her personality.The same personality that was told to me to be outgoing, outspoken and attention-seeking.What is it with the words she keeps repeating?She’s a homebody?Haha.This revelation makes me want to wash my hands in someone’s blood right now.What did the Whittakers give me?The words Kael whispered in my ears make my fist tighten.I don’t hit ladies, but I’m not above taking them to places where they would beg to be hit.And this one staring at me right now with wide eyes filled with fear was tempting me terribly, but there was another thing I h

Adrian’s eyes meet mine, the smirk on his lips disappearing as he sees the smirk on mine.My smile widens.Different things make Adrian and I happy. And the good Lord knows that the same situation elicit different reactions from us.Toby drops my briefcase and leaves my office, the door closing with a soft snap behind him.“Mr. Cozen. Good morning.” Kael stands from the couch and nods at me.I nod back, “I’ve got excellent news, Kael. Have your seat.”I go to the couch at the head of the table and plop my butt onto the seat, the leather feel against my arms comforting my tense muscles.Adrian watches me from the corner of his eye.“Kael has something to report.”“I already reported it.” Kael replies Adrian, his palms clasped together, eyebrows drawn, creating a more terrifying aura.Adrian scowled.I swallowed my chuckle.Adrian’s surface unhappiness was always the reason I could breathe in this company, day after day.“Why are you here anyway? No honeymoon?.”My smile disappeared.Ad

I wrap my arms around myself, my bare skin prickling in the too cool air of the room, and my eyes catch the closet door Edmond revealed yesterday morning when he thought there was an intruder in my room.Was that only yesterday?It feels like I have gone through several lifetimes already.I walk toward it on unsteady feet and pull it open, and I am greeted with racks and racks of clothes I don't recognize as mine.Someone dressed this closet for a wife they had never met.Me.I trail my fingers along different fabric.Silk.Cashmere. Rows of shoes still wrapped in tissue paper, a shelf of handbags with their authentication cards still tucked inside the pockets, everything untouched, everything waiting.None of it makes me feel one bit richer.This is all for Racquel.I do not wear silk.Or cashmere.I had to be grateful to have enough winter coats when winter came whether they were Racquel’s hand-me-downs or something Rachel decided she didn’t want anymore.Knowing all these was pr

I slump against the wall beside the kitchen door, sliding down until I'm sitting on the cold tile, my grand escape plan lasting a total of eleven minutes.My stomach growls.I ignore it, my eyes stuck on the door that has refused to budge.At least, now I know I’d suck at treason if I was born in a previous century.I bang my head softly against the wall and stare up at the ceiling.This is humiliating.I am a Masters graduate. I understand nanotechnology well enough to have written a thesis on it. But I cannot figure out how to leave a frigding mansion because I was too stubborn to blink away sleep and run away in the dead of the night.My stomach growls again, louder this time and more insistent.I place my right palm on my abdomen, rubbing it.The cake I ate at the wedding must have finished it’s digestion cycle.I am hungry.I am trying to plan an escape on an empty stomach and even less sleepShould that explain why my first attempt involved zero actual result?I need to think