Married Overnight to a Billionaire's Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

She stared at the envelope; she immediately remembered the times her parents always wrote letters to her on her birthday. "This handwriting seems familiar to me," she said to herself as she looked carefully at the handwriting on the envelope. My Remi, the envelope read. It reminded her of the birthday notes always sent to her by her father with the same caption. "Don't touch that cake; it especially belongs to the only treasure in this house. I don't know how this family would have survived without her. Her birth has always been a blessing to this family and always will." The voice in her heart spoke, and that was her father's. The surprise which was always given to her at every birthday was hung on her wall. Then she looked at the picture of Kola, which was perfectly hung on the wall. She was told a lot about him: how smart he was, how stubborn and how very handsome. They were all right; she looked like Kola in a way, and that was why the comforter name suited her the most. Sh

"The Billionaire's family will soon arrive! Funke heard within her. Funke shouted her daughter's name again and again. "Remi! Remi!" She froze. "This is not the time for this," her mother muttered outside the door. "She is not dead. I can't bear this embarrassment any longer." This came after Funke saw Remi lying down and still with no response. Funke had pushed the door open, her steps heavy with fear. Remi was lying down on the bed in a corner, facing the wall. She was completely unresponsive. With a shaking hand the clothes fell off her hand with the hanger she was too shocked to control the dress in her hand , Funke touched her lightly on the shoulder. Just then, a voice came from behind the door. "Ma, the Billionaire's son has arrived!" Funke jumped. All her fear disappeared in an instant. She grabbed Remi. "Why are you still lying down here?" she snapped, forgetting she had been too scared to touch her a second ago. Remi flinched and shouted, "Who is that?" Her moth

Remi moved slowly into her room. The introduction was over. The wedding date was near. Dinner was done. Drinks were cleared. Now was the time to act like a couple who actually wanted marriage. She opened her door and walked straight to the mirror. Downstairs, Funke smiled at her future son-in-law. "Mr. Sonny, my son," Funke said softly. "I know you must be tired. Let me show you to your wife's room." Sonny looked exhausted. One hand rested on his head as he relaxed on the sofa. He turned to his soon-to-be mother-in-law and forced a smile. Funke was not satisfied with that smile. "Son, come on," she said, pulling him up from the sofa. "Let me take you there." "Okay, I'm here. I will follow right after. Just direct me. I will find my way when I am ready," Sonny replied. "Directing you is not enough. Come and see it yourself," Funke insisted. As if she had won the argument, Sonny stood up sluggishly and followed her to the corridor where Remi's room was. He stopp