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❤️😍What happens next👉Click Here to read on👉 | Serenity married a man who she only met once, but she didn't expect he was a billionaire... “We’re going Dutch from now on, I say everything - the living expenses, the mortgage, and auto loans! Sure, your sister pays two thousand bucks a month, but it doesn’t stretch very far. She’s basically mooching off us!” Serenity overheard her brother-in-law's complaint. For her sister, she had to move out here. However, there was only one way to put her sister’s mind to rest, and that was to get married. Thus, she flash-married Zachary York, whose grandma was once saved by her. The old lady used her own health to force him to marry Serenity. Thus, on the day when they met each other, they got the marriage license. Zack told her that he worked as a common worker with low salary. But Serenity didn't care how much money he had, after all, she ran a bookstore and could support herself. One month later, Serenity went to her bookstore as usual. But to her surprise, her best friend Jasmine invited her to attend a dinner party tonight. "Come on, Seren. We get to see how the top 1% live. And there's going to be lots of good food." Serenity was not one to say no to food, so she gave in to Jamine's request. They closed the store early to attend the event. Serenity wore her usual clothes, yet her natural beauty still shone. The dinner party was held at Wiltspoon Hotel, where Serenity never had a chance to step. Jasmine's aunt approached them and whispered something to her niece. Jasmine replied, "… Aunt, I wouldn't dare dream of marrying the richest family in Wiltspoon." Serenity stood next to them, without butting in. Her eyes were set on the food. "What's the last name of the richest family?" Although Jasmine was not a daydreamer, it did not stop her from prying. "York." "York? Isn't that peculiar?" Jasmine nudged her best friend. Serenity simply grinned without a word. Despite the same last name, Zachary had no relation to the richest family except for the surname. After going in, the pair hid in a corner as they enjoyed a great feast. Suddenly, the crowd turned their eyes to the hotel entrance. Serenity elbowed her best friend, "Jasmine, why did they stop talking?" "No idea." Getting on their tiptoes, they tried to get a view of the hotel entrance, but there were too many people. Dressed to the nines, Zachary walked into his family-owned hotel surrounded by his bodyguards. His attractive appearance, despite his standoffish presence, were like a magnet, drawing everybody's attention... | LEARN_MORE | https://yiuhm.com/pages/20230113223022719/goodnove | Indulge in story | https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ | 830 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | yiuhm.com | DCO | 🔥🔥Hot Book:Married at First Sight | https://yiuhm.com/pages/20230113223022719/goodnovel?utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462218782_524935940258742_2096079552659456902_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CrECdC9ioc0Q7kNvgGwGFqR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AKmfyDBCc7EXcg2piwlVyvQ&oh=00_AYCapGSsXAm9zlVf0F7lk3L7cGzXB8U6VtQ7D-YEDX8s_Q&oe=672FC031 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Indulge in story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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Yes | 2024-11-05 03:52 | active | 1692 | 0 | Read next chapter👉 | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Cliquez ici pour en savoir plus👉👉 | "« Si tu acceptes d'être ma maîtresse pendant cinq ans, je peux garantir la sûreté de ton père. » Se faisant trahir par son ex-petit ami, Rena ne s'attend pas à ce qu'il lui demande de devenir sa maîtresse. === === === Chapitre 1 Un gros bonnet Dans une chambre d'hôtel faiblement éclairée, Rena Gordon embrassait passionnément un bel inconnu. Plus tôt dans la soirée, l'ex-petit ami de Rena, Harold Moore, avait annoncé ses fiançailles avec une autre femme. Rena avait été tellement bouleversée qu'elle s'était retrouvée, d’une marnière ou d’une autre, dans la chambre d’un inconnu. À présent qu'Harold était sur le point d'épouser une fille riche sans tenir compte de ses quatre années de relation avec Rena, celle-ci pouvait se permettre de se faire plaisir, n'est-ce pas ? Au moment où l'homme lui a retiré ses vêtements, Rena s'est appuyée sur l'épaule de l'homme et s'est laissée aller en murmurant : « Harold ! » L'homme s'est brusquement arrêté, quelques secondes plus tard, les lumières se sont allumées. La lumière vive a provoqué un plissement des yeux de Rena. Mais lorsque ses yeux se sont enfin adaptés à la lumière, elle a vu clairement le visage de l'homme. C'était Waylen Fowler, l'avocat le plus recherché du pays. Il était très célèbre dans les milieux juridiques, et il était une élite avec d'innombrables propriétés. Mais le plus important, Waylen Fowler était le futur beau-frère d'Harold. Rena a dégrisé instantanément. Adossé au mur, Waylen lui a demandé avec un léger sourire : « À quoi pensais-tu tout à l'heure ? Voulais-tu le faire pour rendre Harold jaloux ? » Manifestement, Waylen venait aussi de la reconnaître. Rena ne pouvait pas faire semblant de ne pas connaître cet homme. Waylen était célèbre, après tout. Rena ne l'avait pas reconnu tout à l'heure simplement à cause de l'alcool. Comme Rena savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas se permettre d'offenser un tel personnage, elle a baissé la tête et a présenté ses excuses docilement. « Je suis désolée, M. Fowler. Je ne savais pas ce que je faisais. » Heureusement que M. Fowler ne lui a pas compliqué les choses. Après la conversation, Waylen s'est redressé et lui a lancé un manteau. « Mets-le, je te ramène. » Rena l'a remercié doucement. Dans la Bentley de Waylen, bien qu'aucun des deux n'ait parlé pendant tout le trajet, Rena jetait de temps en temps un coup d'œil à l'homme. L'homme avait un visage anguleux et une mâchoire parfaite. Bien que Rena ne connaisse pas la marque de la chemise qu'il portait, elle pouvait constater qu'elle était très chère. Après quelques minutes de silence, Waylen a arrêté la voiture devant leur destination. Il a tourné légèrement la tête et a regardé les jambes fines et droites de la jeune femme pendant quelques secondes avant de lui tendre sa carte de visite. Rena comprenait ce que cela signifiait. Elle était surprise que Waylen veuille encore garder le contact avec elle après avoir découvert son identité. Malgré le fait qu'il soit charmant, Rena a hésité. C'était une mauvaise idée de s'embrouiller avec un gros bonnet comme lui, alors elle a dit : « M. Fowler, nous ferions mieux de ne pas rester en contact. » Waylen a haussé les épaules d'un air indifférent. Rena était vraiment belle, mais Waylen ne la forcerait pas si elle n'était pas intéressée. Il a donc rangé sa carte de visite dans sa poche et a dit : « Le conservatisme te va bien. » Rena était un peu gênée, mais avant qu'elle ne puisse répondre, Waylen est sorti de la voiture et lui a ouvert la porte comme un gentleman. Dès que Rena est descendue, la voiture s'est éloignée lentement. Une brise fraîche a soufflé sur elle, la faisant frissonner. C'est alors qu'elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait oublié de lui rendre le manteau. Pendant que Rena hésitait à essayer de le rattraper ou pas, son téléphone s'est mis à sonner. En jetant un coup d'œil à l'afficheur, elle a vu que c'était sa belle-mère Eloise qui l'appelait. La voix anxieuse de celle-ci a retenti à l'autre bout du fil dès qu'elle a décroché : « Rena, reviens à la maison tout de suite ! Il s'est passé quelque chose de grave ! » Rena a tenté de lui poser des questions, mais Eloise n'a pas réussi à lui expliquer clairement au téléphone et s'est contentée de la supplier de rentrer à la maison le plus vite possible. Chapitre 2 Pas un homme ordinaire Dès que Rena est entrée dans la maison, elle a trouvé Eloise assise dans le canapé, hébétée. Les yeux rouges d'Eloise donnaient l'impression d'avoir pleuré. Rena a regardé autour d'elle et a demandé avec anxiété : « Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé, Eloise ? Où est papa ? » Eloise était la deuxième femme du père de Rena. La femme n'a pas pu s'empêcher de s'effondrer à l'évocation de son mari. « Harold est tellement cruel ! Quand le Groupe Moore était en difficulté il y a quelques années, tu ne l'as jamais abandonné. Maintenant que leur entreprise a retrouvé son équilibre, non seulement il t'a larguée, mais aussi il a essayé d'envoyer ton père en prison ! Ton père est maintenant au centre de détention à cause de ce garçon ingrat ! » Après une courte pause, Rena a dit à voix basse : « Laisse-moi parler à Harold. » Même si Rena et Harold avaient rompu, ils étaient ensemble depuis longtemps. Rena pensait qu'Harold ne serait pas aussi impitoyable. Elle a donc composé le numéro de téléphone d'Harold. Rapidement, l'appel a été connecté. Rena a supplié : « Harold, nous nous sommes déjà séparés. S'il te plaît, ne déverse pas ta colère sur mon père. » Mais Harold s'est contenté de ricaner froidement. « Quelqu'un doit être tenu pour responsable des pertes. » Avant que Rena ne puisse demander de la pitié, Harold a repris la parole. « Il y a en fait une autre façon de régler ceci... Si tu acceptes d'être ma maîtresse pendant cinq ans, je laisserai ton père partir. » Rena a tremblé de colère. « Harold, tu me dégoûtes ! » Harold a répondu d'un ton enjoué : « Tu as toujours su quel genre de personne je suis, n'est-ce pas ? » Rena a serré les dents et a craché : « Je refuse ! Pas question ! » Harold s'en est moqué. « Alors tu ferais mieux d'engager un bon avocat pour ton père. Après tout, une telle somme d'argent le mettra derrière les barreaux pour au moins une décennie. » Rena a répliqué : « J'engagerai le meilleur avocat du pays ! » « Veux-tu dire Waylen ? », a demandé Harold avec un petit rire suffisant. « As-tu oublié que c'est mon futur beau-frère ? Penses-tu qu'il t'aidera vraiment pour le procès ? » Rena a serré les poings si fort que ses jointures sont devenues blanches. Elle n'a trouvé aucun mot pour réfuter. Harold a souri et a ajouté : « Rena, j'attendrai que tu me supplies de te reprendre ! » Rena a raccroché brusquement le téléphone, trop furieuse pour continuer à écouter les propos de cet homme. Ayant entendu leur conversation, Eloise a maugréé : « Ne t'inquiète pas, Rena. Nous ne le laisserons jamais te faire du mal ! » Des larmes de colère ont coulé sur les joues d'Eloise. « Mais Harold a raison. M. Fowler est son futur beau-frère. Pourquoi nous aiderait-il ? Rena, il doit y avoir une solution... » Rena a baissé la tête. Au bout d'un moment, elle a dit à voix basse : « J'ai rencontré M. Fowler une fois. Je vais tenter de le convaincre. » Eloise l'a regardée avec incrédulité. C'était une femme particulièrement perspicace. Alors seulement, Eloise a remarqué que le manteau de l'homme drapé autour des épaules de Rena, elle a deviné ce qui s'était passé. Mais elle était réticente à interroger Rena à ce sujet. Il était difficile pour Rena de retrouver Waylen. Dans le hall du cabinet d'avocats Sterling, la réceptionniste a poliment rejeté la demande de Rena. « J'ai bien peur de ne pas pouvoir vous laisser monter sans rendez-vous, madame. » Rena s'est pincé les lèvres, regrettant de ne pas avoir pris la carte de visite de l'homme hier soir. « Si je prends rendez-vous maintenant, quand pourrai-je le voir ? », a-t-elle demandé anxieusement. La réceptionniste a vérifié et a répondu : « Dans un demi-mois. » Le cœur de Rena s'est effondré. À ce moment-là, les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes et un homme et une femme en sont sortis. L'homme n'était autre que Waylen ! Il portait un costume noir sur mesure, ressemblant au top premier de la société. En revanche, Rena ne connaissait pas la femme. Elle avait l'air d'avoir une trentaine d'années et était très belle. Les yeux de Waylen ont croisé ceux de Rena, mais il a fait comme s'il ne la connaissait pas et a raccompagné la cliente jusqu'à la porte. Waylen a serré la main de la femme et lui a dit au revoir. La femme a dit avec coquetterie : « Si vous n'aviez pas été là, M. Fowler, je n'aurais pas obtenu un centime de mon ex-mari ! Vous n'imaginez pas à quel point il a été avare avec moi après avoir eu sa maîtresse... » Waylen a esquissé un léger sourire. « Ça fait partie du boulot. » La femme l'a ensuite dévisagé et lui a demandé : « M. Fowler, aimeriez-vous prendre un café avec moi ? » Rena a regardé la belle femme et s'est dit qu'aucun homme ordinaire ne pourrait la repousser. Mais Waylen a fait exception. Il a jeté un coup d'œil à sa montre et a poliment refusé. « Je crains d'avoir un rendez-vous plus tard. » La femme savait que Waylen ne s'intéressait pas à elle, mais a eu la politesse de ne pas le dire franchement. Après lui avoir dit au revoir, la femme est montée dans sa voiture et s'en est allée. Une fois la femme partie, Waylen s'est rendu directement à la réception et a demandé à Rena : « As-tu changé d'avis ? » Chapitre 3 Quel hypocrite ! Visiblement, Rena s'est raidie. D'une manière maladroite, elle a brandi un sac en papier et a expliqué : « Je suis venue te rendre ton manteau. » Waylen a acquiescé et a pris le sac. « Merci. » Sans rien ajouter, il s'est dirigé vers l'ascenseur. Rena est sortie de sa transe et s'est dépêchée de le rattraper. « M. Fowler, il y a quelque chose que je... » Les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes dès que Waylen a appuyé sur le bouton. Sans hésiter, Rena l'a suivi à l'intérieur. Voyant cela, Waylen l'a regardée d'un œil inquisiteur. Ensuite, il a lissé sa chemise et a dit avec indifférence : « Je ne m'occuperai pas de ton affaire. » Rena s'est tue. On dirait que Waylen était déjà au courant de l'affaire concernant son père ! Rena a baissé la tête et a demandé doucement : « Harold t'a-t-il demandé de ne pas t'occuper de mon affaire ? » Waylen l'a regardée dans le miroir et a souri. « Je n'aime pas mélanger mes affaires privées avec le travail. » Rena a compris ce qu'il voulait dire. Si elle venait le voir pour quelque chose en rapport avec le travail, elle pouvait tout simplement l'oublier. Les oreilles de Rena ont rougi sous l'effet de l'embarras. Mais Waylen ne l'a pas forcée à faire quoi que ce soit. L'ascenseur s'est finalement arrêté au vingt-huitième étage. La secrétaire de Waylen attendait à la porte de l'ascenseur. Elle était surprise de voir Rena avec lui, mais comme elle travaillait depuis des années pour cet homme, elle savait qu'il ne fallait rien dire. « M. Fowler, votre client est arrivé », a-t-elle dit poliment. Waylen a lancé le sac en papier à sa secrétaire et a dit : « Envoie-le au pressing. » La secrétaire a acquiescé et est partie. Waylen a baissé la tête et s'est mis à manipuler son téléphone. Sans lever les yeux, il a dit à Rena : « Trouve un autre avocat. » Ensuite, Waylen a quitté l'ascenseur juste avant que les portes ne se referment. Rena a serré les dents. Quel hypocrite ! À la maison, Eloise était de plus en plus anxieuse. Rena était très stressée et a décidé de rencontrer sa camarade de classe, Vera Byrd. Vera s'était mariée avec un homme riche de Duefron juste après avoir obtenu son diplôme. Ce mari disposait d'un large éventail de contacts. Rena, qui n'avait nulle part où aller, a demandé de l'aide à Vera. Elles se sont retrouvées dans un café et Rena n'a pas perdu de temps pour raconter à son amie tout ce qui s'était passé. Vera a maudit Harold avec véhémence. Après avoir déversé sa colère, elle a réfléchi un moment et a demandé : « As-tu vraiment failli passer un moment avec Waylen ? » Rena a rougi et a remué son café avec raideur. Vera a baissé le ton et l'a taquinée : « Rena, tu es vraiment quelqu'un d'exceptionnel ! Même les stars n'arrivent pas à attirer l'attention de Waylen. Il y a rarement des ragots sur lui parce qu'il est tellement "chaste". » Rena a souri avec amertume et a changé de sujet. « Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'ai pas eu d'autre choix que de me tourner vers toi, Vera. » Waylen détenait un grand pouvoir et un grand prestige dans les hautes sphères de la société. Vera pourrait facilement s'attirer les ennuis si elle osait aider Rena. Mais Vera était l'amie loyale de Rena. Grâce à ses relations, elle a rapidement trouvé l'emploi du temps de Waylen. Le samedi, Waylen avait rendez-vous avec un joueur de golf à un club rural à trois heures de l'après-midi. Rena s'y est rendue avec Vera et son mari à l'heure convenue. Contre toute attente, Harold était également présent. Rena était stupéfaite de la tournure que prenaient les événements. Vera a pincé le bras de son mari et s'est écriée : « Pourquoi ne nous as-tu pas dit qu'Harold serait aussi là ? Comment Rena peut-elle demander de l'aide à Waylen maintenant ? » Le mari de Vera a présenté ses excuses. « Je suis désolé, Rena ! Je ne savais pas, je le jure ! » Avant que Rena ne puisse reculer, Waylen les a aperçus. Waylen, riche et beau, était habillé d'une tenue de golf blanche. Il avait une grande taille qui le distinguait de tous les autres. Comme au cabinet d'avocats, Waylen a fait semblant de ne pas reconnaître Rena et n'a salué que le mari de Vera. Celui-ci, flatté, lui a rendu son sourire. Ensuite, Waylen a jeté un coup d'œil à Rena. Rena avait une peau lisse et souple. Elle avait délibérément enfilé des vêtements qui mettaient en valeur son physique. Le tee-shirt blanc moulant lui donnait un air énergique, tandis que le short gris clair faisait ressortir ses longues jambes parfaites. Ses cheveux bruns, longs et ondulés, étaient attachés en chignon, ce qui renforçait son charme. Waylen a jeté un coup d'œil à Rena, puis a demandé avec désinvolture : « Et vous êtes... ? » Chapitre 4 Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Waylen a fait comme s'il ne connaissait pas Rena. Le mari de Vera était plutôt avisé et n'a pas dévoilé son mensonge. « M. Fowler, voici une camarade de classe de Vera, Mme Rena Gordon. Elle est professeur de piano. » Waylen a souri d'un air entendu. « Enchanté, Mme Gordon ! » En disant, il a tendu la main, comme un vrai gentleman. Autour d'eux, les autres hommes d'élite les regardaient avec curiosité. Constatant que la jolie Rena était là pour Waylen, ils étaient très jaloux. Quelqu'un a même commenté : « M. Fowler, tu as de la chance. » Rena était un peu inexpérimentée et n'a jamais été confrontée à cette situation. Elle ne pouvait s'empêcher de rougir et de tendre timidement sa petite main. La grande main de Waylen a serré la sienne. Ensuite, Waylen l'a lâchée et lui a dit avec un sourire charmeur : « Mme Gordon, aimeriez-vous jouer une partie de golf avec moi ? » Sans attendre de réponse, Waylen s'est retourné et a commencé à marcher vers le terrain, comme s'il n'allait pas la laisser refuser. Rena n'a pas eu d'autre choix que de le suivre. Derrière Rena, on pouvait voir Harold tenir le club et les regarder avec un visage sombre. Waylen était de bonne humeur aujourd'hui. Raison pour laquelle il n'était pas du tout impatient, même si Rena disait qu'elle ne savait pas jouer au golf. « Ne t'en fais pas. je t'apprendrai ! » Dès que Waylen a dit cela, tout le monde a compris ce qu'il voulait vraiment, même la naïve Rena. Waylen essayait délibérément de se rapprocher d'elle, ce qui signifiait qu'il n'aimait pas Harold et qu'il voulait le contrarier ! Rena portait un short qui dévoilait ses longues jambes. Au fur et à mesure qu'il se rapprochait d'elle, elle pouvait sentir la chaleur qui émanait du corps de Waylen. Rena n'a pas pu s'empêcher de rougir. « Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! », lui a chuchoté Waylen à l'oreille. Rena s'est figée. Waylen lui a tenu les mains, qui tenaient le club. Il lui a ensuite guidé les bras pour qu'elle fasse un swing parfait. Dès que la balle a été envoyée au loin, les gens autour d'eux ont applaudi à tout rompre. Tout le monde était impatient de flatter Waylen. « M. Fowler et Mme Gordon travaillent bien ensemble ! » « Oui, M. Fowler lui a très bien enseigné. » « Encore un coup, M. Fowler ! » Waylen était habitué à entendre les gens lui parler ainsi. Mais ce n'était pas le cas pour Rena. Elle a rougi furieusement. Waylen lui a soufflé à l'oreille. « Mme Gordon, pouvons-nous frapper une autre balle ? » Waylen était très doué pour le golf. Au deuxième coup, il a réussi à faire un trou d'un coup. Ceux qui les entouraient ont à nouveau applaudi à tout rompre. Waylen les a remerciés d'un signe de la main. L'homme avait l'air si beau et si énergique que le cœur de Rena s'est mis à battre la chamade. Ce jour-là, elle était venue là pour essayer de convaincre Waylen, mais en fin de compte, la situation s'était inversée. Rena savait que si Waylen voulait une femme, la plupart d'entre elles ne résisteraient pas à son charme. Seulement qu'un homme de son rang ne s'abaisserait pas facilement. Toujours tenant Rena par derrière, Waylen l'a aidée à frapper d'autres coups. Pendant la pause, Rena s'est assise à côté de Waylen. Celui-ci n'était pas très bavard. La plupart du temps, il parlait du business avec d'autres personnes, et parfois d'affaires juridiques, mais il ne parlait presque pas avec elle. Se mordant la lèvre, Rena a réfléchi à un moyen de s'attirer ses faveurs. Rena a tendu à Waylen une bouteille de boisson et une serviette neuve. Elle s'occupait de lui comme une servante loyale. Naturellement, Waylen a accepté. Vera a cru que c'était l'occasion ou jamais. Elle a conduit Rena dans les toilettes pour avoir une discussion entre filles. « Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que M. Fowler soit aussi un dragueur ! Je l'ai déjà vu plusieurs fois à des soirées, et il a toujours été très sérieux. » Vera ne voulait pas que Rena tombe pour de vrai amoureuse de Waylen, car elle doutait qu'il l'épouse. Harold était le futur beau-frère de Waylen, après tout. Rena l'a rassurée doucement : « Je veux juste le supplier pour qu'il m'aide. Je ne suis pas si naïve, Vera. » Vera a soupiré de soulagement. Au moment où elles s'apprêtaient à quitter les toilettes, la porte a été soudainement ouverte d'un coup de pied. Harold est entré à grands pas. Sans laisser le temps aux filles de réagir, il a brusquement poussé Rena contre le mur. Vera a entrepris de l'éloigner de son amie avec anxiété. « Harold, qu'est-ce que tu fais ? » Toutefois, Harold était beaucoup plus fort qu'elle. Sans grand effort, il a poussé Vera hors des toilettes. La seconde d'après, la porte a été verrouillée de l'intérieur. Vera a frappé la porte avec force et a grondé : « Harold ! Ouvre la porte ! Ne t'avise pas de lui faire du mal ! » Harold s'en moquait éperdument. Chapitre 5 Une relation de 4 ans Rena, une femme de petite taille, ne faisait pas le poids face à Harold, même si elle se débattait avec acharnement. Harold a ricané. « Tu es venu pour Waylen, c’est ça ? Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que tu es capable d'y parvenir ? Tout le monde sait qu'il ne se laisse pas facilement entraîner par les femmes. » Rena a serré les dents et a maudit intérieurement l'homme en face d'elle. Elle a baissé les yeux et a dit froidement : « Ce ne sont pas tes affaires. » Harold l'a regardée de haut et a ricané d'un air incrédule. « Tu as délibérément abordé Waylen devant moi. Crois-tu que je m'en soucie ? » Cet homme dégoûtait tellement Rena. Elle l'a regardé avec un dédain non masqué et a craché : « Harold, si tu n'avais pas piégé mon père, je ne me serais pas du tout intéressée à la personne que tu vais épouser ! Ne te flatte pas ! » Harold l'a fixée sans mot dire. Rena s'est forcée à le regarder dans les yeux. Elle ne voulait pas se montrer faible devant lui. Après un long moment, Harold a gloussé avec moquerie. « Rena, tu accepteras ma proposition d'une manière ou d'une autre ! Tu n'as qu'à attendre ! » Ensuite, il a ouvert la porte et est parti en claquant la porte derrière lui. Aussitôt qu'Harold est parti, Rena a eu les jambes lourdes et a appuyé la tête contre le mur pour se soutenir, les larmes coulant lentement le long de ses joues. Quel homme cruel ! Pendant les quatre dernières années, Rena avait fait beaucoup pour Harold, mais il n'avait fait que la trahir ! Elle venait seulement de se rendre compte qu'Harold jouait avec ses sentiments depuis le début. Il n'avait jamais voulu l'épouser ! En pensant à cela, Rena a pleuré amèrement. « Rena ? » La voix de Vera l'a ramenée à la raison. Rena s'est essuyé les larmes et a levé les yeux. Elle s'est figée sur place devant le spectacle qui s'offrait à elle. Sur le seuil de la porte se tenaient non seulement Vera et son mari, mais aussi Waylen. Celui-ci s'était changé et portait maintenant une chemise bleu foncé et un pantalon de costume gris. Vera était inquiète pour Rena, mais elle s'est abstenue de parler d'Harold. Elle a vite trouvé une solution et a dit : « Il s'est mis à pleuvoir tout d'un coup, alors jouons au golf une autre fois, d'accord ? » Son mari a compris et a répondu : « Bonne idée ! Jouons au golf une autre fois. M. Fowler, pouvez-vous raccompagner Rena ? Vera et moi avons quelque chose à faire juste après. » Waylen a jeté un bref coup d'œil aux yeux rouges et larmoyants de Rena. Au bout d'un moment, il a acquiescé. « Bien sûr. » Vera a soupiré de soulagement, mais en même temps, elle s'est sentie un peu mal pour Rena. Le vent soufflait fort, et la pluie ne semblait pas vouloir cesser. En revanche, le tonnerre et les éclairs étaient sans pitié. Le parking étant à ciel ouvert, Waylen est allé chercher sa voiture. Au bout d'un moment, une Bentley Continental GT dorée s'est arrêtée devant Rena. Elle n'avait pas de parapluie, mais elle n'a donc pas osé demander à Waylen de sortir de la voiture pour lui tenir un parapluie. Elle s'est empressée de monter dans la voiture, la pluie tombant sans relâche. Bien qu'elle ait fait aussi vite que possible, elle était trempée avant d'avoir bouclé sa ceinture de sécurité. L'eau dégoulinant de ses cheveux, elle était un peu mal à l'aise, craignant que Waylen ne soit pas content d'elle. Mais l'homme n'a fait que lui jeter un coup d'œil. Sans dire un mot, il a démarré la voiture. Le club était à mi-hauteur de la montagne. Le trajet jusqu'au pied de la montagne prendrait un certain temps, et le climatiseur de la voiture était enclenché. Rena n'a pas tardé à trembler de froid et ses lèvres sont devenues pâles et bleues. En attendant que le feu passe au vert, Waylen lui a tendu un manteau et lui a dit : « Tiens. » Rena l'a remercié d'un signe de tête. Dès que Rena a enfilé le manteau, elle a soupiré de soulagement à cause de la chaleur que cela lui procurait. Mais Waylen n'a pas éteint le climatiseur. Il était trop concentré sur la route à suivre. C'était un jour d'orage, et la circulation était dense en ville. Waylen a allumé une cigarette et en a tiré une longue bouffée, avant de demander nonchalamment : « Pendant combien de temps étais-tu avec Harold ? » Rena s'est raidie à cette question. 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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Sunday Jazz Jam @ Flatiron Albuquerque - Hosted by The EQNX Jazztet | What are you doing this Sunday, November 10th for Dinner? No plans? Then come and join the EQNX Jazztet for some music at Flatiron Albuquerque!! Located on the northside of town, Flatiron is a full service restaurant and Bar that has a wide range of selections and excellent service too. Address: 6001 San Mateo Blvd NE, Albuquerque, NM 87109 Plus, the EQNX Jazztet will be hosting the weekly Sunday Jazz Jam! Every Sunday the EQNX hosts the Sunday Jazz Jam where we are the host band for the first set and then we let musicians come up and sit in with the band. You never know who will show up. Dan Kelly - Sax (Subbing for Michael Metz) Vic Romanelli - Guitar Jamie Harrison - Piano Maren Hatch - Bass (Subbing for Ian Davis) Steve Arbuckle - Drums Piano Players - Jamie Harrison will be there this week so plan on coming on out!! #EQNXJazztet #EQNXJazz #ABQJazz #FlatironAlbuquerque | EVENT_RSVP | https://www.facebook.com/events/562813062964082/ | EQNX Jazztet | https://www.facebook.com/EQNXJazztet/ | 201 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | INTERESTED | 0 | Sunday Jazz Jam @ Flatiron Albuquerque - Hosted by The EQNX Jazztet | EVENT | What are you doing Sunday's for Dinner? No plans? Then come and join the EQNX Jazztet for some music at Flatiron Albuquerque!! Located on the northside of town, Flatiron is a full service restaurant and Bar that has a wide range of selections and excellent service too. Address: 6001 San Mateo Blvd NE, Albuquerque, NM 87109 Plus, the EQNX Jazztet will be hosting the weekly Sunday Jazz Jam! Every Sunday the EQNX hosts the Sunday Jazz Jam where we are the host band for the first set and then we let musicians come up and sit in with the band. You never know who will show up. Michael Metz - Trumpet/Flugelhorn Dan Kelly - Sax Vic Romanelli - Guitar Ian Davis - Bass Steve Arbuckle - Drums Piano Players - We don't use a piano so if you are interested in performing then let me know. Bring a small keyboard and I will plug you into the sound system we use so you don't have to bring an amplifier. #EQNXJazztet #EQNXJazz #ABQJazz #FlatironAlbuquerque | https://www.facebook.com/events/562813062964082/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465711474_1999481657183102_5428787683016625216_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uGd5FH_P9O8Q7kNvgGaKmjC&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AnkxldHA1ulfBcTjKh8aXlJ&oh=00_AYBcLzw-iMudqBv9gHiFpJk30zvHBJZ0C8RW1uMjGExwhA&oe=672FC6D0 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | EQNX Jazztet | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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