Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cast Away By My Family; I Married The Ruthless Tycoon : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 29

(EDMOND’S POV)I want to know what’s she is thinking about.I want to know what is running through that mind of hers.With a face framed so small, a mouth that barely speaks and eyes that dart everywhere but me, I will do anything right now to know what is in her mind.Even though she’s not worth it.No descendant of Mark Whittaker is worth special energy. A man with a brain like that will only produce kids like him.Once I have what I want, I’m tossing their daughter far away from me. As far as possible, as fast as I can.Her mouth opens, then closes. I watch her struggle to regroup her thoughts, her chin lifting a fraction.After what feels like a lifetime, she lifts her head and stares at me."Fine. You saw everything. So you know I tried every door."I shrug, "I know you tried every door, every window, and the keypad four separate times using what I assume was your birthday, my name, and something that looked suspiciously like the word love spelled with numbers.""That was not w

(RIA'S POV)One week into this farce of a thing called a marriage and I have still not learned how to breathe properly whenever Edmond is around.After several futile efforts, I have given up on trying to escape through the windows or doors.It’s been a futile chase with me consistently embarrassing myself.If Edmond has been watching, he’s not said anything again since that day.I don’t know who is avoiding who more even, at this point.Whenever I see him, I run.Whenever he sees me, he ignores that I exist. But it’s still better than throwing me as food for the wild dogs.And as of today, I have officially been informed, via a laminated schedule taped to my bathroom mirror, that I am no longer allowed to dress myself.I'm serious. There's a laminated schedule which was first taped onto my door, then transferred to my bathroom mirror.It’s almost as if Edmond was going crazy that I might not see it, now I have to see it everytime I enter the bathroom.Arrgggh!!7:00 AM - Skincare

The woman running this particular horror show introduces herself as Priscilla, an image consultant with a clipboard and the energy of someone who has never once in her life laughed at a joke that wasn't hers. "You supposedly are supposed to have a very specific public persona." Priscilla begins, flipping open a folder thick enough to double as a doorstop. "Outgoing with the kind of laugh that makes men feel important. Do you fake the persona outside?" She frowns at me. Great. So basically the opposite of everything I actually am. I don’t care about making men important. Whosoever that is actually important does not need my laugh to make them feel better about themselves but Priscilla and Racquel apparently seem to disagree. This is the point where I start to feel like Edmond got married because he wants a woman to seduce his clients for him? I really can’t tell what Edmond Cozen would have going on in his mind but this is the only thing Racquel can do effortlessly. "Precisely

“What ------?” “What do you mean?” I stutter.Does Edmond Cozen know?Know that I’m not the wife he asked to marry?Know that he was deceived?Is that why he has a Knife next to him?!!!!Am I going to die today?!In a Kitchen? What an irony.Edmond smirks, leaning back.“I’m going to ask you that question every time I see you until I figure out who you are.”I exhale deeply, the breath coming out of my lips shakily.Good. He hasn’t figured it out yet.I’ve got time to warn mum and dad that Edmond is getting suspicious, as well as disappearing myself. Good thing he gave me the code today.I need to run away as soon as I can.It would be stupid to wait for Edmond Cozen to find out that he was deceived while staying in his house and eating his food.Edmond taps the table before standing up.He slides the knife to me.“Ah!” I scream.He squeezes his face, pressing a hand to his ear, “What the fuck was that for, Whittaker?” “No — nothing.” I hide my shaky hands.Who the heck slides a kni

If I had a hole I could crawl into right now, I will not even hesitate one bit. I draw the belt of the robe tighter as if it could melt into my body.“Don’t.” she says softly.Her hand reach out to my back and I stare at her for a while, wondering if this is what it feels like to have someone that cares.Absoutely not.I shouldn’t fall for this. Not only is she Edmond’s staff but she was also sent by Edmond. She is going to go tell Edmond everything she saw. I bet you.I throw her hand away and step back.She glances at me with confused eyes.“You were mistaken.” I say.“There’s no bruise on my back. I would know since it’s my body.”“As for the help you want to render, I will have to stop you there.” I point to my dresser covered in gauze, methylated spirit, cotton wool, antiseptic wipes and bandages scattered all over it.Her eyes glances over it.“You seem well prepared.” She says to me.I shrug, “You never know when you might need such things. Along with food, medications should