The Unwanted marriage(Inlove with my maid)

t murder!" Rita shouted. Empress Elsa and president Billy walked to the stage, and Alfred gave them a defiant look as he smirked. "No matter how hard

ulation of over 7 billion, and I had to meet the biggest loser imaginable, poor me" Rita replied. "I think your brain has been addled by too much greasy food, lower the oil level in your foods so your brain will develop" he replied, and she took off her flip-flops . She threw it at him, and he caught it before it could get to him, then he threw it back. It got Rita's head, hitting it hard. "Not sorry" Alfred smiled and started climbing the stairs. "Wait for me lickspittle!" She picked the flops and started running to him, her black hair flowing prettily behind her. Alfred smirked and took to his heels, running away before she could get to him. "Alfred he-goat!!!!" ••• Despite being Alfred's junior sister, Tamara got married before him, and as expected, it's a loveless marriage too. She's married to Metawin, the only son of the richest CEO in Thailand. The marriage happened ending last year, and they've been living together like total enemies, always fighting. The maid was already dressing the dinning table with breakfast when Tamara came down in a thin bum shorts and tank top, showing off her navel. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and she's wearing a pretty smile. "Breakfast is ready, ma'am" the maid gestured, and she sat gracefully, inhaling the air. "Hmmm!, Just what I was craving!" She said sweetly, opening her eyes. Immediately she took the fork to start eating, Metawin came downstairs, looking so hot in his PJs. If there's one noticeable thing about him, it's his rare curvy lips, so tempting. He sat across Tamara, and they didn't even talk to each other cos she was already eating. She took a cursory look at the dishes and faced the maid. "This isn't what was in the timetable" he said. "Ma'am changed it" she replied. "Ask her if she's on drugs" Metawin said. "Ma'am, he said are you on drugs?" The maid faced Tamara. "Tell him he's the one on drugs here" Tamara replied, eating another fork. "She said you're the one on drugs" the maid faced Metawin. "Clear this table, and make what's on the timetable" he said. "If you try it, I'll bury you alive" Tamara said. "I'm commanding you to clear it" Metawin said. "Clear it and I'll clear you" Tamara replied. "Clear it!" "Don't!" "Clear it!" "You dare not!" They started arguing, and the maid held her ears. "Boss!, Ma'am!" She screamed in frustration, and Yvonne came in. Yvonne is Tamara's bestie, also a model like her. "This isn't over yet" Metawin spat and went upstairs immediately. "You should convince your dad to allow a divorce, is this even a marriage? It's always like this anytime I come here" Yvonne said, dropping her bag on the couch. "Does it look like dad will listen?, He forced my brother into a loveless marriage yesterday too!" Tamara said. "You didn't attend the wedding" Yvonne said. "Why would I when I hate Rita Byram so much, we both hate her cos of her bossy attitude in the modelling industry!, That brat!" Tamara said angrily. "The wedding was chaotic, they stripped on stage" Yvonne laughed. "I don't even wanna hear a thing about it. I'll go change, it's almost time for the photoshoot" Tamara replied and stood, walking upstairs. ••• Maybe because the owner of the house is a quiet person, the environment is damn silent too, and no single sound in the whole house except the sound of brush on a board, going swish swash. Clinton is in front of the board, swiping the brush carefully on it to bring out his preference. He wasn't smiling, and he wasn't frowning. His face is the poker type, and he has headphones on. He suffered from autism when he was young, but it got better during his teen days, thanks to his doctor. He hates going out, all he does is stay in his mansion all day, painting and drawing. He became friends with Alfred and Abel cos they attended the same elementary, and they rarely even talk except if they come visiting. He was still painting silently when the door made the opening sound, and Abel came in, carrying his six years old son, Bright. "Hi uncle Clinton!" Bright waved brightly. Clinton waved back with a slight smile as Abel dropped Bright. "You didn't come to the wedding yesterday, are you even normal?, Your friend's wedding" Abel said, walking to him. "Do I have to come?" Clinton replied blankly. "Of course, what if you were made the MC" Bright chipped in from behind them. He was already holding a pencil. "Drop it, that's my favorite" Clinton said. "I want it" Bright replied. "Hey Young Thug, drop it" Abel said, and Bright squeezed up his face. Before he knew it, he started crying. "I want the brush!!!" "Oh gawd" Abel muttered. "Fine, have it" Clinton sighed. "You're the best uncle Clinton, but not like my dad" Bright replied, wiping his fake tears. "Why aren't you in school?" Clinton asked. "Common sense uncle, today is Sunday" Bright replied. "Oh I forgot" Clinton muttered. "Back to the matter, so you won't come on my wedding too if I plan one?" Abel said. "Alfred's wedding wasn't a wedding . I saw the video, it was madness" Clinton replied, and Abel started laughing. "Madness of the