Dons Blackmail

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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CHAPTER ONE

The HEARTBREAK 💔

The door to the well lighted master bedroom flew open with a great force and Jeff barged in, hitting the door close with all his might, it closed with a loud bang, loud enough to make someone deaf.

He was fuming, his hands were fisted as he walked to and fro the room in agitation, gnashing his teeth and running his hands through his short black hair at intervals.

Then as if on impulse, he sank into one of the sofas positioned at the foot of the bed, then he let out a wail and got up, moving to and fro again.

Still pacing about, he ran his eyes through the room obviously searching for the next available object to avenge his anger on, they finally did as they rested on the empty glass flower vase on the bedside table. Quickly, he reached out to it and flung it across the room, it hit the wall and smashed into pieces on the floor.

A loud wail from him followed, he was literally growling and howling.

Why not? This was the third breakup, in four months, four months, four blessed months, jeez!

And you know one thing, these ladies all kept complaining of one thing about him, before saying their goodbyes.

He was still wailing in pain when the door opened and revealed Mrs … standing in her full blossoming of aging beauty, at the door.

From the door, her eyes immediately scanned through the room and she saw the mess her son had made, and she sighed deeply, then went further in, closing the door behind her.

“Jeff darling?...” She called, walking up to him. He was by now standing at the far end of the room, having his head bowed on the white wall.

He said nothing to her in reply, his head still bowed on the wall. Mrs … sighed again and slowly walked up to him, then wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“Jeff?...” She called again, “you have to take things easy, please son, please”, she pleaded and it worked like a soothing on him, as he slowly mellowed down and she led him to a sofa, and made him sit.

As soon as he had sitted, she proceeded to take off his suit jacket and loosen his tie.

“Look how you are perspiring, despite the air condition in this room huh”, she said as she took them off.

Then she talked something into the intercom and sat down opposite him.

“So tell me son, what happened again?” She asked as soon as she settled into the sofa.

Just then there was a knock on the door and it opened, a maid dressed in white and black clothes came in, and the duo stopped talking.

Smartly, she walked up to them and bowed slightly.

“You sent for me ma'am”, she spoke softly.

Mrs … immediately pointed towards the mess on the floor.

“Get that cleaned off”, she instructed.

“Okay ma'am”, the maid replied, bowed slightly and then left to get the materials for cleaning up.

Jeff's mom turned to him as soon as the maid left.

“I am still waiting for a response Jeffery”, she said, this time a little bit sternly.