"What does that mean?" Rome asked, feeling stunned by his father's words.
“Stop talking, and let's go. These guys will soon wake up from the nap you put them in!” Miller mumbled.
Rome didn't move an inch as he stared at his father in shock. But then Mr. Miller slowly walked behind him and aggressively shoved him out the door.
“Hey! How come the older you get, the more violent you become.” Rome mumbled after he had balanced himself.
“Stop talking and walk!” Mr. Miller said while forcefully pushing Rome since he stubbornly refused to take a step forward.
Everyone that walked past them kept awkwardly staring as Mr. Miller continued shoving Rome from the back.
“Fine! Stop hitting me! I will walk by myself. But you have to tell me about where we are going.” Rome mumbled while questionably staring at his father.
“All you need to know is that where I’m taking you is the safest place for you right now. So promise me that you wouldn’t cause any trouble once you are there and always keep your head low.” Mr. Miller said.
“Ah, it sounds awful already.”
“Rome! It’s not the time to crack jokes. Promise me!”
“Yeah. Sure, whatever.”
After a while, Mr. Miller and Rome got into a Cab.
They both did not speak a word to each other the entire drive.
When the taxi stopped in front of an enormous fancy fence, Rome and Mr. Miller got down and approached the gate. Then Mr. Miller rang the doorbell and waited.
After a few minutes, a guard came out of the fence and walked up to them. He then gazed at Mr. Miller first before, staring at Rome.
“I don’t have any money to give you guys. Now leave!” He rudely said as he stared at them with disgust on his face.
The one thing Rome found hard to control was his anger. But as he folded his fingers into a fist, Mr. Miller grabbed his hand and calmly said, “I am sorry about the misunderstanding, but we are not beggars. My son and I would like to speak to Madam Rosey.”
The guard's lips curve into a mocking grin before he burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears rolled down the corner of his eyes.
“Not beggars. You guys can’t fool me. I have seen countless people like you, and they always say that they are not beggars. But in the end, I have to forcefully remove them from madam Rosey sight because they turn out to be beggars." The guard provokingly stated, trying not to burst into another laughter.
Rome's fist got even tighter as he coldly stared at the mocking expression on the guard’s face.
Then he let out a deep sigh and calmly said, “Look, my dad and I are not looking for trouble. We need to speak with this Madam Rosey.”
A frown settled on the guard’s face as he angrily stared at Rome.
Then he lifted the baton in his hand and swung it at Rome, but Mr. Mille rushed in front of it, and it banged against his arm.
Rome was about to let his rage get the better of him when his sight caught a glance of a stunning woman approaching them.
Immediately, his attention got drawn to her, and his anger slowly subsided as he stared at her glossy skin, slender eyebrows, velvety eyelashes, and ebony-black hair.
“I don’t think my grandmother is paying you to assault the elderly.” The lady soothingly said while approaching Rome, Mr. Miller, and the guard.
“Miss Catherine,” The guard said in fear as the baton dropped from his hand to the ground.
In annoyance, she rolled her eyes before walking past him. Then she stopped when she got closer to Mr. Miller.
“Hello, I am Catherine. The youngest granddaughter of the Balow household, and I sincerely apologize for what our security guard did. Please give me your account number so that I can be able to compensate you.” Catherine gracefully said.
However, Mr. Miller fiercely shook his head as he grabbed onto her hand and said, “I don’t need money.”
“Oh, then what is it you want?” Catherine asked in shock.
Mr. Miller hastily let go of her hand, held Rome by his arm, and pulled him closer.
He then looked back at Catherine's curious blue eyes and gently uttered, “I have a letter with the Barlow family stamp on it, and I think it’s time Madam Rosey receives it.”
“If that’s the case, then please follow me.” Catherine softly said.
The guard hastily stepped aside, and Rome and Mr. Miller walked past him, following closely behind Catherine as she led them into the fence.
“The old lady is not going to be happy about this. But why should I care when it was Miss Cathrine who allow those beggars inside after all.” He mumbled while picking up his baton from the floor.
When they got into the living room, Cathrine offered Rome and Mr. Miller a seat.
Then as she turned around to leave, an elderly lady walked into the room with a frown on her face.
“Catherine, why are the two homeless people sitting on my ascetic couch.” The elderly lady harshly said as she distastefully stared at Mr. Miller and Rome.
When Catherine gazed at her grandma’s angry expression, all she felt was fear because she knew that she was about to get scolded again.
Among her three uncles and her father, Cathrine knew that her dad was her grandmother's least favorite child, and everyone in the family knew it. That's why she got scolded a lot.
However, her heart sank knowing that she had disappointed her grandmother again because she had been working on proving herself to her grandparents that she's capable of being the family top heritor.
The anger that had subsided in Rome rapidly awaking in him. But he held it in and remained calm, remembering the promise he had made to his father.
“I apologize for any discomfort our presence may cause you, Madam Rosey. But I think these two are supposed to get married, according to the paper I have in my possession.” Mr. Miller said with a straight face.
All the members of the Barlow family got an emergency text from Madam Rosey, and within less than an hour, the living room got crowded with every one of them. They all took turns staring at the paper, and Mr. Barlow was the last one to hold it. Then the room became silent as everyone waited for him to say something. In the household, two individuals held all the power, and that was Madam Rosey and her husband, Mr. Barlow. Everyone else was in a power struggle among themselves, and it was a vicious circle with Cathrine and her parents at the bottom of the survival chain. Mr. Barlow cleared his throat, and everyone's faces became serious except for Rome. He kept staring at Mr. Miller, but his father bore no expression on his face. “This is my father’s signature, and the Barlow family stamp on this paper is real. My last granddaughter got promised to get wed to Mr. Miller's grandson once she turns eighteen." Mr. Barlow loudly declared.
“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 le
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