"Let me be frank with you. Your mother brought you here so you can sleep with me. Did you honestly think this was a blind date? The entire Athenapolis knows you're just an abandoned toy, and I just want to have my turn at you. There's a project that requires my signature to seal the deal, so you'd better do what's right for your family!" Nancy's head was buzzing. Mr. Gordon had slapped her so hard that her ears were ringing, yet at the same time, his words were as clear as day. She knew for a long time that her mother did not like her. Although her grandfather had adopted her and requested everyone in the family to treat her the same as they did Teresa, she knew that Suzanne never warmed up to her presence. How could you possibly compare a stranger's daughter to your own? In the past, when her grandfather was still in charge, neither of them dared to show their true colors, but now… Nancy never once thought that her parents would one day sell her out just for a company projec
The next thing Nancy knew, she was at the police station. The waitress had called the cops, and Yaacob was the one who bailed Nancy out after her interrogation. Mr. Gordon, on the other hand, had been sent to the hospital with no news. There was no guarantee that the doctors could save him or not. Nancy's heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. Mr. Gordon was a rich and powerful man, so much so that even the Lawsons were eager to get on his good side. Knowing this, Nancy would surely get into big trouble for what she had done. She never thought that Yaacob would even be able to bail her out. As she followed him to the police station entrance, she could not help asking, "Is anything going to happen to me?" "Well, they're still trying to save that David Gordon guy, so we have no idea what's the extent of the injury yet. However, judging from his family's reaction, they'll certainly make you pay for what you did, no matter the severity," Yaacob said this so cas
The process for the registration of marriage was surprisingly easy. All they needed to do was bring along their identification, fill in some papers, and sign. However, since it was such a spontaneous decision, they did not even have the time to go for a premarital body checkup. As they emerged from the courthouse, Nancy clutched the papers tightly in her hands, trying to fathom what had happened. She could not believe it. That was her second marriage! She stared at the picture of herself and Yaacob on the paper. The man's face and name were totally foreign to her, and yet they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. Nancy was so engrossed in the photo that she missed a step and almost tumbled off the steps. Fortunately, Yaacob reached out to catch her just in time, and she landed against his well-toned chest. "I look better in real life than in photos, so there's no need for you to worry. You have plenty of time to admire this handsome face. As for now, pay atte
Yaacob picked Nancy up from the table and proceeded to make his way upstairs. Nancy's entire body stiffened in shock. She never thought Yaacob would carry her like this, much less in such an intimate position, with both her legs wrapped around his waist. Her cheeks flushed scarlet at this realization. Although that was not her first marriage, it was still her first time being so intimate with another man. Spencer was such a gentleman that when they were dating, he would not even touch her hand. It was a no-brainer that when he eventually fell for Teresa, he became even more reluctant to be near Nancy. It was a strange new feeling for Nancy. They were entangled in such a position that she could feel the warmth of his skin and the tautness of his muscles through the thin fabric of their clothes. She could tell that this man was an avid gym goer. His firm muscles attested to that. With every step he took as he ascended the stairs, Nancy could feel his muscles flexing through his
Nancy frowned when she saw them. "What are you doing here?" she asked, directing her question at Spencer. Teresa, clearly displeased that Nancy was ignoring her outright, strode over to her grandfather and greeted him in a syrupy sweet tone, "Hi, Grandpa." "Oh… it's Teresa!" Andrew gazed at her lovingly, but at the same time, the look in his eyes was not at all the way he looked at Nancy. It was clear who was his favorite. All of a sudden, his gaze fell on the man standing behind her. "Spencer? Nancy told me… you were busy with work." "Uhm… yes! He was, until now!" Nancy piped up before Spencer could say anything. She walked over to his side and asked, "I didn't know you'd be coming, Spencer. Why didn't you call me first?" "I'm here to accompany Ter—" "I know. You're worried about me coming here alone, so you decided to surprise me. I had been telling Grandpa about how busy you were because I didn't want him to think you're an irresponsible grandson-in-law!" Nancy said, lac
"What… What are you doing here?" Nancy gaped at Yaacob. "Weren't you the one who wanted me to come?" "Oh…" The truth was, Nancy wanted to know what took him so long. They had agreed to come at four o'clock, but he only showed up when the sun was about to set. However, she did not want to say that in front of Spencer. At that moment, all she wanted was to get away from this place. "I thought you weren't coming anymore. Never mind. Let's go!" "Nancy!" Spencer called out after her. "Who is this man? How… How do you know each other?" "Just shut up and mind your own business." Nancy gestured behind him, where Teresa was now standing, and tried to scamper out of there with Yaacob. To her surprise, Yaacob remained motionless. "Hey, he's asking you a legitimate question. Why don't you answer him?" Nancy did not know what to say to this. The next moment, Yaacob turned her around to face Spencer and Teresa. Then, he lowered himself so that he was hovering next to her ear and wh
"What the hell are you doing?" Nancy's eyelids flew open, and she swatted his hand away. She sat up in the bed, and her gaze met Yaacob's. At this moment, he was wearing his bathrobe with the belt wrapped loosely around his waist. From the way he was perched above her, Nancy could see every crevice of his well-defined abs through the gaping bathrobe. His gaze was sharp, burning with fiery passion. It was no secret what he was thinking. Nancy pulled her collar up and shot him a warning glare. "Not tonight!" Yaacob's expression darkened at this. "Is it because of him?" "No, it's not. What does this have to do with him?" Nancy peered at him out of the corner of her eye. "It's because of something else. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what." She still remembered how quickly he had been to kick her out of his study. Now that they were not yet on speaking terms, how was she supposed to make love to him? Even if she relented, it would not be enjoyable for either of them.
"Where do you keep your underwear?" Nancy shouted in the direction of the bathroom. "The top drawer of the closet!" Nancy pulled open the top drawer which, sure enough, revealed rows of neatly folded men's boxers. Nancy initially thought that men who had higher standards of living would gravitate towards black, white, or gray in their wardrobe choices, and Yaacob would be no different, but to her surprise… His underwear drawer was filled with boxers of all shades, from red, orange, and yellow… down to purple and indigo. It was as though he were trying the colors of the rainbow. "Did you find it?" he shouted again, thinking she was having trouble finding it. "Yes, coming!" Nancy ignored all the other colors and instead grabbed the only pair of black boxers she could see. She pried the bathroom door open just a crack and stuffed her arm through it, holding the boxers in her hand. "Here!" "Bring them inside for me!" What an unreasonable man! Nancy silently cursed him f