“My father is not a liar. So you can keep your money,” Rome replied, hiding his anger behind his calm eyes.
A long sigh came from Catherine's lip as she crossed her arms, shrugged her shoulders, and looked the other way.
As his hand tightened around his bag ropes, Rome subconsciously gazed around the room. Then a baby photo of Catherine caught his eyes. Then he faintly giggled and said, “cute.”
His comment drew her attention to where he was looking. She looked at the photo for a brief while before staring at Rome, then Cathrine furrowed her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at him.
“We may get married. However, I don’t see you as my husband. You can sleep in my room, but not on my bed. Put your belongings in the left closet since I have no use for that space. Also, if you can’t help me, then do not meddle in my business.” Catherine harshly said.
However, Rome made no reply since her remark annoyed him. Instead, he walked past her, approached the left closet, and opened it. Then he tossed his bag in the corner and slammed the door shut.
“Father, this is insane. Catherine is my only child! You can not expect me to marry her to tha-that nobody!” Catherine's father said with humbleness in his voice.
In a fate of rage, Mr. Barlow slammed his palms against the desk and shouted, “You ungrateful, son! Do you want your grandfather to become a liar? His direct words were ‘my last granddaughter will be married to the grandson of Mr. Miller."
"But..."
"Cathrine is my youngest grandchild. Therefore it is only right that she fulfilled her great-grandfather's promise!”
The room grew silent. Then Mr. Barlow rested back in his seat and slightly waved his hand, gesturing to his son to leave the room.
“What did father say?” Cathrine's mother cried out to her husband when he came out of the study.
“There’s nothing we can do. Our daughter is going to marry a sore loser.” Catherine's father mumbled beneath his breath. Then he hung his head and walked away, dragging his feet.
In the east wing of the Balow mansion, the four cousins, Charles, Richard, Jeff, and Chloe, had gathered in their meeting room, which was an old fashion chamber that no one uses in the house.
“Hahaha, this is great! I thought we would have to lift a finger to get Catherine removed from the heritage list. But it seems like fate has done it for us!” Jeff said before sipping his wine.
“He looks like a servant! Did you see his clothes? How dare him have the guts to be a son-in-law when he looked like that!” Charles angrily said, clutching onto his wine glass with burning rage in his eyes.
Chloe rolled her eyes at her cousins and slyly intoned, “Let's make him one then.”
“What?” Richard asked in confusion.
With a devious smile on Chloe's lips, she stood from her seat, and as her fingertip traced around the glass, she shyly smiled and said, “Let's make him our personal slave.”
It took less than a second for Charles, Richard, Jeff to burst into a pearl of evil laughter.
“You should remind me not to mess with you in the future,” Richard said, making a toast to Chloe before drinking his wine.
However, he excitement only lasted for a moment, and then silence befell the room.
“Since it's your idea, Chloe, why don't you start, and we will follow your lead.” Charles cunning said, knowing that the was a thirst for power in the mansion and the slightest deal you make with anyone could be a trap.
“Coward,” Chloe mumbled beneath her breath.
Then she sat down her wine glass on the table and loudly said, “Fine. I will show you, ladies, how to get the job done.”
Charles and the others were not happy about the name Chloe called them. But they maintained a bright smile on their faces.
Rome had just finished arranging the things from his backpack into the closet when Catherine’s room door suddenly flew opened.
He then took a deep breath before turning around to face Chloe as she gave him a dirty look.
“I need you to wash my clothes,” Chloe demanded with a mocking smile on her face.
Rome wanted to refuse. But at that moment, Catherine walked out of the bathroom and asked, What's going on here?”
“I am just trying to be generous by making your husband useful. We all heard what grandma said, and it will be a shame if he is worthless to this household. That's why I asked him to wash for me.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
As a sigh escaped her lips, Catherine coldly stared at Rome and said, “Do as she says.”
For a moment, Rome stood still, clenching his fist as he stared at both of them. Then he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.
“Fine. Where's your clothes?” Rome mumbled, holding in his anger.
“Follow me!” Chloe said, smirking at him.
She walked out of the room, and Rome eyed Catherine for a second before following her cousin.
When they got to Chloe's room, she headed inside while Rome waited for her out the door.
A few seconds later, she came out with a basket, and when Rome reached to take it out of her hands, she dropped the basket on the floor.
“Oop! Are you going to pick them up?” Chloe mockingly said.
Rome gazed down at her bra and underwear scattered on the floor. Then he glared at her, bent down, and started putting them back into the basket.
“Wow, Chloe! You are amazing.” Charles said as he, Richard, and Jeff approached Chloe and Rome.
“What? I am just teaching our useless brother-in-law how to be useful.” Chloe said with a hint of arrogance in her tone.
“Haha, true. Our dear brother-in-law can use a lesson or two from us. How about after you finish here, you can go wash my car.” Richard intoned.
“Yeah, and afterward, you can polish my shoes,” Jeff said with a smirk.
Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge.
Four weeks went by naturally, and it was finally Rome and Catherine's wedding day. As Rome stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection, he felt like the past weeks had been the worst days of his life.The Barlow family had turned him into their personal slave and had belittled him so much that even the servant had control over him.As Rome stared at his reflection, thinking about the hard labor he had done for them, he balled his hand into a fist and swung it at the mirror, stopping his punch only an inch away from the glass.“I can't break my promise to my father,” Rome mumbled, staring at his veins bulging on his neck.Suddenly his room door opened, and Charles walked inside.When his gaze met with Rome's angry eyes, he smirked and shut the door behind him before walking towards Rome.“This old thing suits you,” Charles said, pulling the tail of Rome’s coat.“What do
When Rome regained consciousness, he kept his eyes closed for a minute and waited for the headache to subside before raising his eyelids. “Where am I?” Rome mumbled, staring around the room, then his sight rested on an elderly-looking man with smoky-grey hair and a whitegoatee. With calmness in his eyes, he smiled at Rome and said, “You are at myhouse.I'm Mr.Ford by theway.” “Mr… Fo-rd. I…” “It's okay, kid. You don't have to fearme.” Doubt clouded Rome’s f
The car was silent as Orlando drove Rome back to the Barlow mansion.A few distances away from the fence, Rome tapped Orlando on his shoulder, and he jumped in fear.“How can I help you, young master?” Orlando shouted, hunching his shoulders.“Stop me here,” Rome mumbled, leaning back on his seat.Without any hesitation, Orlando stepped on the brake and turned the car off.When Rome got down, Orlando pushed the car door open and rushed out. Then he got down on both knees and rested his forehead against the ground.“Young master, forgive me. I was stupid for attacking you in the past. This humble servant needs to be punished!” Orlando cried out loud.“Punch me and we can call it even,” Rome said, staring down at him.When Orlando lifted his head and saw in Rome's expression that he wasn't kidding, he felt even more afraid.“Young master, I can never lay a hand on you.
Early that morning as the Barlow family sat at the dining table, having breakfast, Roland remained standing likealways.He wasn't allowed to eat with them since Madame Rosey considered him to be a worthless son-in-law that didn't deserve to eat expensive meals that he had not workfor.“Catherine,” Mr. Barlow said, gently laying his fork down on the plate.“Yes, grandfather,” Catherine mumbled, looking away from her food and focusing on hiseyes.“Take your husband to the company and find something useful for him todo.It will diminish the Barlow family reputation if people find out that your husband is nothing but a househelp.”“Yes,g
Although Rome wanted to walk over to Catherine, he remained in his seat and patiently waited without taking his sight off her.After crying in silence for a while, she wiped her face, grabbed her purse, and approached Rome.“Let's go,” Catherine said, softly sniffing."Are we not waiting for Mr. Jeffrey?" Rome asked, staring into her watery eyes.“No,”“What about the contract?”“I didn't get it, okay! Can we just go home?”Inside, Rome felt annoyed that Catherine was hurting, but he kept a calm expression and slightly nodded his head.Then he left his seat and both of them walked out of the hotel.When they got to the car, Rome offered to drive, and even though Catherine felt skeptical, she allowed him to.They drove in silence the entire ride, and when they finally reached the Barlow mansion and the car came to a stopped, Catherine suddenly covered her face w
The morning breeze blew the leaves of the sidewalk as Blake walked to the bus stop. The moment he sat down on the bench, three black Limousines drove towards the bus stop and stopped in front of him. Then Mr. Orlando got out of one of the first cars and approached him. “You are Blake, right?” He asked, sitting down on the bench. “Yes, is there a problem? Did I offend Mr. Ford?” Blake mumbled, hugging his bag tightly. “Why would you think that?” “Because there are rumors that say, ‘if Mr. Orlando visits you then you are in trouble with Mr. Ford.” “Well, that's true. But I am not here because of my master.” “Huh?” The color drained from his face as he stared wide-eyed at Mr. Orlando and saw that he had a smirk on his lips. “My young master wants a word with you.” Mr. Orlando said, with a straight face. “Who? Mr. Ford has a son?” Blake asked, sounding more afraid than shocked. “Y
When Mr. Orlando, Blake, and Rome arrived at Mr. Jeffrey's office, his secretary gazed away from the computer and stared at them with an unbothered expression.“Mr. Jeffrey is busy. So expect you have an appointment, you guys should come another time.” He said, placing his focus back on the keyboard.Anger settled on Mr. Orlando's face, but when he gazed at Rome calm expression, he knew not to act without an order for his young master, so he kept silent.“Hi, I know we don't have an appointment with Mr. Jeffrey, but I have something urgent to tell him. So can you inform him that Lady Catherine's husband is here to see him?” Rome said with a half-smile.“Seriously, I'm not going to repeat myself. So you guys should leave.” The secretary said, typing aggressively on the keyboard without staring at Rome.A soft sigh escaped Rome's lips as he gazed at Mr. Orlando and slightly nodded his head.“Excuse me,
The evening at the Barlow mansion was calm, but there was so much tension around the table as the family sat down for dinner.“Grandpa,” Catherine said, barely able to contain her excitement.“What is so important that you can't wait for dinner to be over? Can't you see that father is eating?” Dana, Chloe's mother said, glaring at Catherine.Gazing at Dana and her daughter, Rome faintly smiled when he saw the rage in their expression.It was clear to him that Mr. Jeffrey had turned Chloe down and given the contract back to his wife.“I just wanted to tell grandfather that Mr. Jeffrey came to my office today, and we signed the contract for the five million dollars projects,” Catherine mumbled, sighing softly.The fork fell from Mr. Barlow's hand and he gazed at his granddaughter, smiling with his eyes.“But how? He sounded so mad yesterday when he called me.” Mr. Barlow mumbled.&l