When A Marriage Of Convenience Sparks A Dangerous Passion
m news: I was fired. They demanded my presence at the office imm
d intensity, I fantasized about hurlin
s cared for nothing but
t me on a pedestal, but the moment I dared challenge him, he
ht long years working my ass off for that bastard,
oiling over. Fine, if they didn't v
ther position, possibly even wi
looked sharp, grabbed my essentials, and stormed
o my car, my phone v
landline number. I an
Is it my grandma?" I inquired
tone was tinged
he assured me hesitantly. "It's just that... the funds you
e roaring to life beneath me. "I'm
nly glimmer of joy came from the moments spent
ne person who'd ever shown m
would make me let an
ensure her continued care. After settling the finances, I sought out Jackson, eage
nd her on the small balcony, baskin
murmuring to herself, "Our Cathy's grown so tall-I need to k
n me, igniting a sharp sting in m
d her recognition of me, her fingers
mile and approached her, crouching by her si
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when I had left my apartment earlier, buoyed by a defiant spirit. But as I lef
g no expense to ensure her comfort in her twilight years. It
of maintaining those exorbita
reckless pride-an expensive outburst where I had sq
nt, one that now see
's influence had cost me my job,
d beg Benny for forgiveness, my phone erupted into
orphed my frustration into sheer
unable to mask th
peaker before the stern voice of the woman on th
cold as I retorted through gritted teeth, "I thought I made it
ough the line, the voice retorted
"But if you care about your grandma's safety and comfort
nt threat-raw
? I had nothing-no
was firmly within her grasp, and she
ge was volcanic, yet it changed nothing
g gates of the Smith family estate. I rang the doorbell he
oorway, two towering secur
, twisting my arms behind my back and
Smith and his wife Kacie Smith, alo
as a slick, middle-aged m
the room, my voice cold and def
a sycophantic smile, turned to the greasy man, introducing me with a hin
ght
neer. Since when had he e
on display, his eyes narrowing before he
icipation, ventured, "So, about
a dismissive wave of his hand. "The funds wi
d me, his expression morphing
but firm. "Rest assured, Mr. Gilbert. I'll
le smirk as he strutted out,
idal wave-they were trading
Brice Smith, do you even hav
n mouth, you ungrateful bitch. Who the hell do you think you are, talking to Dad like that? You should be gr
ck with defiance. "If he's so
r words, "How dare you compare yourself
en burst of strength, I wrenched free from the guards' hold, tack
elling me backward with such force that I slammed into the floor. Pain
er to her feet. Then, his attention snapped to me with a fury, and he began pummeling me relentlessly, eachhis eyes, Florrie was his prized daughter, the golden child, wh
monster," I hissed through clenched te
ing like thunder as he resumed his brutal as
l, trying desperately to shield my sto
lingly icy. "Enough, Brice. Don't damage her too badly," she instru
s. "Lock her up," he commanded tersely. "No food until she agr
rew me onto the cold, hard floor of a barren room, slammi
ed through me so intensely that even
, and I instinctively cradled it, my hands tr
omething solid in my pocket-
bled with the device, my fingers quiveri
ne, my voice barely a breath as darkness ed