I took a photo of the freshly printed marriage certificate and uploaded it to F******k. Soon, my phone started buzzing with a barrage of notifications.
Messages from my parents, and even from Damon and Katherine.
They were shocked and infuriated, asking me what was going on.
I didn't explain, I turned off my phone, cutting myself off from the outside world.
A sense of satisfaction after revenge stirred within me. Though this risky decision couldn't yet prove what fate this man might bring into my life.
"Regretting it?
" Bradyn's sudden question disrupted my thoughts as we drove to his home.
The sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a shadow on his impeccably handsome profile. For a moment, I
couldn't help but wonder if there really could be a man so effortlessly elegant and divine.
"No! How could I!" I shook my head; I never felt regret for things in the past. As I looked at the engagement ring Damon had given me on my finger, it filled me with nothing but disgust.
I struggled to take it off and threw it out of the window, into the lake outside.
"What's that?" asked Bradyn.
I smiled, "It's the old Fiona who died in the past."
We continued our journey, but suddenly, a thought struck me.
We haven't discussed where we'd be living.
"Bradyn? Where are we going to live?"
The next second, I realized it was a silly question.
I slapped my forehead. Bradyn must have a house, given his luxury car.
But my dream was not to be a full-time housewife. If he was really wealthy, how could I convince him to let me work outside?
Thinking about this, I felt a bit regretful for my impulsiveness.
But it was too late. Our car had stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.
"Come on out. I've made arrangements." Bradyn's magnetic voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I stared in shock at the building before me.
The mansion had three floors, with each floor offering a unique view as it was cleverly built into the hillside.
As we arrived, the car stopped outside the gated entrance. Once inside, I walked along a cobblestone path flanked by European-style stone benches, adorned with various potted plants, creating a visually pleasing scene.
Following the path to the right, I encountered a round gate, which led to the main villa
. Upon entering, I was greeted by an entrance hall with white marble Roman columns on both sides and elegant black marble flooring.
Under a splendid crystal chandelier adorned with hanging diamonds, there lay a luxurious Turkish carpet, upon which rested a pure black Oriental sandalwood table. The cushions on the sofa were of imported, branded elegance, reflecting the master's exceptional sense of style.
"Is this... your home?"
My heart raced.
I remembered the odd looks the staff at the City Hall counter gave Bradyn when we registered. At the time, I thought maybe they just found him handsome. But I didn't dare to imagine whether he might have a more noble status.
However, the surname Capel, I recalled now, was the surname of a noble family in Eastern France.
Oh my goodness! Could I have really married into a noble family?
"Not exactly. I'm just staying here temporarily."
Bradyn noticed my confusion and explained.
"I work as an government official at the City Hall. My boss trusts me a lot. After he retired and chose to travel the world, he lent me this estate to live in."
I exclaimed, "I see."
"From your expression, are you disappointed?"
I shook my head repeatedly, "Not at all. I just want to forget the past and start a normal and simple life again. To be honest, I don't want my husband to be a prominent figure. After Damon, I mean, my run-away-fiance, I understand that there's no simple love in aristocratic families. If you really are a well-known noble, it might cause me a lot of trouble."
Bradyn turned his head slightly and pondered, "Since that's the case, if I told you that the luxury car is also rented, would you feel more at ease?"
I spread my hands, "Really? That's even better! And I have my own job. From today, I'll work hard to make our life better together with you. I mean, I've heard the City Hall paycheck isn't exactly rolling in dough, but don't worry, I've got our back!"
After I finished speaking, my gaze was drawn to a sycamore trees nearby. I didn't notice Bradyn's strange expression.
"Are those... sycamore trees?"
Seeing a large grove of sycamores in the courtyard ahead, I became extremely excited.
I screamed and ran over, spinning around like a child.
"You didn't tell me that there's such a big grove of sycamores here! Oh my God!"
Bradyn stood behind me, his gaze casually following my movements.
"Is this the first time you've seen sycamore trees?"
I held up a large leaf and smiled, "Of course not. I just really like sycamores."
I loved the inherent symbolism of this life form, the straightforward character when changing leaves, much like my own genuine self.
But Damon didn't like them.
He thought sycamores were too coarse, lacking the romantic delicacy of mistletoe.
"How about you, Bradyn? Do you like sycamores?" I asked him.
"Yes."
He took a leaf from my hand and nodded.
"I once fell in love with a girl who told me the meaning behind sycamores."
Oh?!
My waving hand froze in mid-air, and a small pang of sadness rippled in my heart.
"So, you and her... I mean, did you marry me to forget about a girl you loved but couldn't have?"
Bradyn confirmed.
I thought maybe this wasn't such a bad thing.
At least, I could trust Bradyn's motives for marrying me without any reservations.
What could be simpler and more comfortable than two people who couldn't be with their loves seriously living together, healing each other?
The sun was setting.
After a whole day without eating, I finally felt hunger gnawing at my stomach.
I asked Bradyn if he wanted to have dinner together.
Without the help of servants, I could show off my exquisite cooking skills.
After all, as his newlywed wife, I was happy to cook for him.
However, a call suddenly changed Bradyn's expression from relaxed to serious.
"I'm sorry, Fiona. I have some urgent matters to attend to. Rest upstairs for a while, I'll be back."
With that, he left with his driver, Percy.
I stood before the dressing mirror carved from pineapple tree wood, looking at the immaculate but slightly flawed wedding dress on me, feeling like the events of the day were as surreal as a dream.
Was this even real?
I was no longer Damon's lover; my husband was a total stranger.
God must be pulling the biggest prank ever on me.
Wait, scratch that. This prank was all on me, no divine humor involved.
After a heartfelt prayer, I stepped into the bathroom for a quick change and a hot shower.
Then, Maria, the maid, showed up with a fresh robe.
Maria was this Mutola lady in her fifties, simple as pie with a warm smile.
"Madam, if you need anything, just let me know. Mr. Capel usually doesn't swing by after 9 in the evening."
A bit embarrassed, I confessed that I was kinda hungry.
I nibbled on two pieces of black cherry tart and washed it down with some goat milk wine.
The wine took me back to my childhood, those foggy days after I got snatched away from my parents...
In a half-asleep haze, I felt something fiery and wet pressing against my lips.
Someone was... kissing me?
My eyes popped open, and there was Bradyn, sitting right beside me.I was stunned. Had he really just... kissed me?"Morning?"He propped himself up on the soft bedding with one hand, his deep blue eyes gazing down at me.I couldn't help but fixate on his perfectly shaped lips.That soft, warm touch, if it was a dream, it felt way too real.I touched my own lips, feeling a bit unsure.I didn't know if he actually kissed me like a real husband would, casually engaging in such intimate actions.No, we are already real husband and wife.From the moment I signed the papers in the city hall, I had become Mrs. Capel.But still, I thought that maintaining a little distance between "strangers" was sort of an unwritten rule in this peculiar, mutually beneficial marriage – I married this guy on a whim to get back at Damon, and he agreed, driven by his own mad quest to forget someone he loved but couldn't have."What's wrong?"Clearly, Bradyn didn't notice my conflicted state.Seeing my distract
The car headed south, and we quickly arrived at an estate located in the heart of Kansas.The grand Roman-style architecture exuded luxury wherever you looked. It was even larger than the mansion Bradyn and I were staying at!I began to doubt Bradyn's words; he said it was lent to him by his superior, but he was actually from a wealthy noble family!However, I didn't recall the Capel surname or hear about it from my father. Bradyn gentlemanly opened the car door for me, and a well-dressed, elegant man approached us.He greeted us respectfully."Mrs. Capel is waiting for you in the living room," I assumed he must be the butler here.When I first saw Mrs. Capel, I was deeply struck by her elegant beauty.She had a head of envy-worthy golden hair and captivating deep blue eyes.At that moment, I realized why Bradyn had such handsome features."Hello, Mrs. Capel." I approached and nodded at her."Hello, Fiona." Mrs. Capel warmly took my hand and kissed my cheek. She told me there was no
"Your expression looks as if the president is your father."I asked Bradyn teasingly, testing the waters with a lighthearted tone.Unexpectedly, this remark prompted hearty laughter from Mrs. Capel and Bradyn's aunts."Fiona, you're quite a clever girl," Mrs. Capel said with a chuckle.I was taken aback; I had just been joking and making random guesses."My mom was joking with you too," Bradyn quickly explained, shooting a disapproving look at his aunt.I patted my chest. "Good to know. You know, I've heard stories about the president having quite a temper. Rumor has it that once, when an office staffer accidentally spilled his tea, he ordered someone to break the poor fellow's legs. Living with someone like that would be unimaginable."Mrs. Capel's expression turned strange again, as if she was suppressing a laugh, but Bradyn's tone suddenly became chilly. "Where did you read that news?"I tried to recall the name of the magazine and stuttered, "I-I think it was Apple Weekly...""It
I went back to my bedroom and heard water crashing in the bathroom next door. It was Bradyn taking a shower.I put the two agreements on the nightstand.I had already signed it, and the assistant told me to bring it to Bradyn and sign it.Then, each of us would keep a copy, making our marriage officially contractual.At this point, my heart was racing a little, and I didn't know if it was because I was anxious to see how Bradyn would react to me signing without hesitation or if it was because he was on the other side of that frosted glass door, presumably undressed.How can I put it? It's a very vivid image.All I knew was that he dresses very well, but before today, I had never really imagined him naked.I blushed and wanted to do something to take my mind off it.My phone had been off all day, and when I finally turned it on, a barrage of notifications flooded in, as if my phone had caught a virus.[Fiona, where the hell have you been?][What's going on with that marriage certificat
At first there was a tearing pain, but soon it was accompanied by a rhythmic pleasure that rippled from the deepest depths of my body.Although I was a little shy, but a distinct pleasure built in my body, gradually getting me excited.No wonder so many people said that sex was a beautiful experience that always comes from rare vulgarity.Both men and women were aware of this, but couldn't help falling into this lewd world.As the rhythm began to go faster, Bradyn lifted me from the soft bed.If he was restrained at first, the moment my breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, I clearly felt his thing inside me grew even harder.Full and smooth, all the pain disappeared in an instant, replaced by a rush of joy that would resonate with the soul.I could not help but let out a kind of wailing cry, and my body could not help but lean forward.He quickly reached out his hands to support my hips, keeping my waist in place so that his increasingly large and bulky cock could keep moving in the
The sheet on the other side of the bed was cold, as if no one had slept.I didn't know if Bradyn slept next to me last night.Maybe after he's done what husbands were supposed to do, he's in a separate room with me?I moved my limp legs and took the letter of agreement on the nightstand.He had already taken one of them, signed the other, and left it for me, using his own stamp.The lion with the sword, his family seal.He signed it. Our contract was sealed.So, two years from now, I would leave Bradyn and started a new life of freedom for myself.There was an indescribable feeling in my heart. Was I happy to look forward to it?No, I don't think so. I turned on my phone and checked my messages.[Fiona, where are you? Are you okay? Can I see you?]It was Rachel, my best friend and the maid of honor at my wedding.I quickly called her and heard her excited voice."Fiona, are you okay? I mean, what's been going on with you these last few days, with all the over-the-top news and stuff o
"My Fiona, I can't express how relieved I am to see you. You have no idea how worried I was when I couldn't reach you. I was about to call the police."Rachel embraced my arm, her eyes seeming a bit moist. "I had a plan, you know. If the police didn't help, I was ready to take a knife and confront Damon. I swear, I was prepared for the worst."I patted her hand, moved by the profound friendship she had shown me over the years. And I felt guilty for not heeding her advice, the only person who had warned me not to give my heart completely to Damon."Thank goodness you didn't do that."I said, "Taking such extreme and illegal actions because of a heartbreaker like Damon would not have been wise at all. Damon is now a complete stranger to me. Once I sort out the company's matters, I'll have no connection to him whatsoever.""So you haven't returned to the company yet?"Rachel asked.I nodded, "Of course not. I'm still on my leave of absence. As for my husband, it doesn't affect my right t
My slap had thoroughly enraged Damon. Ignoring the public setting, he attempted to use sheer force to coerce me into submission."Fiona, you must come with me today!""You filthy cur, have you gone mad?"Rachel rushed over, joining me in struggling against him.In the process, the three of us accidentally knocked over the coffee cups on the table, drawing the attention of the waiter."Sir! What are you doing? Ladies, do you need assistance?""Get lost!"Damon's eyes were bloodshot, "I'm here to find my girlfriend. Mind your own business!""I don't know him, please call the police."Standing together with Rachel, I tidied my disheveled hair and firmly told the waiter."Okay! Okay!"Seeing my resolute expression, Damon had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender."Fiona, make sure you understand this, I won't just let it go like this!"Leaving a barefaced threat, Damon stormed off in a huff."Fiona, are you okay?"Rachel asked with concern, "I can't believe it, that guy could be s