The wedding

"My goodness, Miss Calista, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen."

I also had a childhood fantasy, the future marriage must choose a most beautiful wedding dress, at the moment the white wedding dress as if tailored for me, fish tail design more outline of the graceful shape. But now I look at myself in the mirror, but not happy at all.

Who would expect an unblessed wedding. For my father, it was a trade-off for the good of the family, and for me, a substitute for my sister when she escaped, nothing more. And my brother-in-law, now my husband, sounds so ironic, who would have thought that there was such a dirty business behind this marriage.

For the sake of profit, I can force a man and a woman I have never met to marry, and even the person I marry can be arbitrarily replaced. My will is not important.

"You ought to be happy, Calista," my father said in the doorway, his cigar still unlit, striding over to me like the devil himself. "It's your wedding, isn't it?"

It's mine, but it's not mine.

I can not refute his father, can only pull the corners of the mouth, showing an ugly smile. God knows, I'm sick of everything right now, and I have no interest in the man I'm about to walk down the aisle with, and if anything, I hope he stays calm for the day, don't be a lunatic.

But I was wrong, because Arthur Brooksville, the Crazy Man, didn't show up at the wedding, and I waited like an idiot for two hours, the stares of sympathy and ridicule from all the people in the room, while I was being judged in the public eye, were so intense that I wanted to break down and run away.

But I saw the look in my father's eyes. I couldn't run, or Angelo would be in danger. For this reason, I can only pretend to calm, stand in front of the cross devout waiting for his husband.

Hard work pays off, I waited.

Alas, it was not Arthur Brooksville, but his servant and a dog he had brought up.

Yes, a large black hound, showing me its sharp teeth.

"Miss Calista, my master is unable to attend today's wedding. He is his favorite pet."

Pets? This is clearly the dewitt family face under the foot.

I looked at my father, but he hung his head. He didn't dare look me in the eye. His previous attitude was as low as dust in front of the Brooksville family.

"Miss Calista?"

The Man in the suit spoke well, but he still looked at me with an air of condescension. Right, his master does not care about the new wife, he need not worry.

He didn't say it directly, but it was clear that he was urging me to finish the wedding as soon as possible.

"So, exchange rings."

When I opened my mouth to say this, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

"Oh, my God, she actually agreed to exchange rings with an animal!"

"Are the Brooksville humiliating the dewitts?"

"Poor Miss Calista."

Pathetic? No, it would be pathetic if I ended up here. I couldn't afford to pay the medical bills, let alone give Angelo a stable life. Nothing more important than my Angelo, for whom I would have given up everything, including my dignity.

Perhaps it was the irony of what happened at the wedding that, after it was over, my father spoke to me privately.

"Look, Calista, it was an accident. You Can't blame Arthur for this."

Until now, his concern had been for the DeWitt family, and if I were to take it out on Arthur Brooksville, my nominal husband, the consequences would be clear, the dewitts can not compete with the Brooksville family and will only make matters worse.

It wasn't what my father wanted, and that's why he tried to talk me out of it. He was really worried that I'd be mad at Arthur. After all, I used to have a temper, and after enduring so much at the wedding today, it's normal for him to worry.

Unfortunately, he forgot that I had been living alone for more than three years, during which time, I had already restrained all my temper, for my own sake, but also for Angelo's sake, I always had to keep my head down, to be able to get some job opportunities, I have long been not the former spoiled miss, now I will not be any better than the prostitute.

"You may rest assured, father, that I will take your words to heart and not tarnish the house of dewitt."

The expression on father's face was finally relieved. Of course, he was afraid. It was not easy to continue the marriage. If something went wrong with me, he would not be reconciled.

"One more thing," said his father, after a moment's hesitation, "You are marrying the Brooksville as Eve dewitt. Don't give them away."

"I will remember this until the day I die."

It was dark, I had no patience to continue to deal with my father, intonation of unspeakable fatigue, "Now, can I go?"

He did not speak, but stood quietly at the church door, silently watching me get into the car, the werewolf's servant, kindly closed the door for me.

"I'll see you home, Madam."

He changed his name, and I should remember that, now that I am the young lady of the Brooksville family, Eve dewitt, I hope I can play the part well, at least until I escape, don't let anyone catch you.

I had put on my make-up early in the morning, and by the time I was relaxed and tired, I was closing my eyes to get some rest when I heard the servant's voice again

"You're teaching me how to do things?"

I do not like his bossy attitude, although this marriage is not my wish, but it does not mean that a mere servant can bully me.

"You've misunderstood, Madam. I'm just reminding you that regarding the Brooksville family's rules, you must maintain a proper posture at all times and not let anyone pick on you."

Oh, what a joke!

Arthur Brooksville, the Madman, had become the talk of the town, and who would have cared for a low-class wife, after all, what a husband!

However, I did not say these words out loud. I just casually pulled off the veil and threw it at his face. "I am your master's wife. If I am really at fault, he will naturally come to educate me. I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

This is not my personality, even if I would be offended by his offense, I would not be so rude. If it had been anyone else, I could have warned him more gently, but he was different. He was the man's servant, and I did it to establish my authority before him, not just anyone can ride on my head.

This is what I have to do in order to be able to sleep safely in that home.

Sure enough, the servant in the front row retracted his previous attitude. He apologized and said he would never make the same mistake again.

Look, this is the so-called Fox Tiger Wei.

I do not need to really strong, but by such a way to let him understand the status of the humble.

12

Brooksville's wedding room wasn't even decorated, and the black-and-white color of the room suggested that the owner was frigid.

"Your luggage is ready for you, Ma'am. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. Here's My Number."

He handed me his card, Leann Davis, and I remembered his name, but I was curious why he did what he did when he could have just told me. He seemed to read my mind and explained patiently, "Master doesn't like people in his territory. Although it sounds ridiculous, werewolves are very territorial. They won't allow other males to stay in their territory, not even those who serve them."

It sounded ridiculous. Territorial awareness, male, a term that only appeared in the animal world, could be applied to a werewolf. However, it was not surprising as he was a crazy wolf.

Despite my sarcasm, I pretended to be worried. "Oh, my God, is he going to kick me out?"

Leann smiled. He quickly explained, "No, Ma'am. I've already told my host that he's expecting you, so you don't have to worry."

He was indeed a good servant, and everything he did was watertight. Today's wedding was meant to humiliate me, or rather to humiliate the house of dewitt, a shameless man who wanted to bind him by marriage to gain the support of the House of Brooksville, in his view, this is a very funny thing.

But now I could only pretend to be expecting it, like a real new wife, but I didn't see the flash of pity on Leigh & Orange's face, if I had noticed it then, maybe things won't get so tricky after that.

After Leigh & Orange left, I was left alone in the huge villa. The empty and silent house seemed eerie at the moment.

He will not come, I comfort myself in the heart, then took off the wedding dress, took a bath, put on a light home clothes.

I was so tired that I found a bedroom and lay down on the bed. I was so sleepy that I fell asleep.

What I didn't know was that after I fell asleep, a pair of green eyes stared at me in the dark.

It was a dreamless night. When I woke up again, it was already dawn. I haven't relaxed like this in a long time. Angelo's health has never been good, and my mind is always on edge. Not only do I have to work hard to make money, but I can't let my guard down even when I go back to my rental apartment.

I wonder what happened to Angelo. He must miss me, too.

I look forward to seeing you again, but this is not a good time. Angelo's heart has not been found yet and I need to be patient.

But stay in this villa, what can not do, the time of day becomes incomparably long instead.

I made cookies and cakes in the kitchen, just the way Angelo likes them. The corners of my mouth twitched when I thought of Angelo, who always complimented me in the nicest terms. At first I was a terrible cook, the cookies were bitter, the cake was black, but Angelo never complained, he was a real angel, and for the past three years, it was because of his company, even when times are hard, I am full of hope.

Angelo, my son, may you run free in the sun when we meet again.

13

In the darkness, I suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

When I opened my eyes, a pair of dark green eyes are staring at me dead, I could not help but scream, the other party covered my mouth, I dare not do anything, for fear that he would make drastic action.

The security here is obviously very good, how can someone break in in the middle of the night, and did not trigger the alarm facilities.

My mind was racing, and after thinking of many possibilities, I called out softly, "Arthur?"

The man who was holding me down, hearing the name, suddenly stopped all his movements, and I was even more convinced. Rumor has it that no one has ever come out of his bed alive with this brutal werewolf.

I made sure to calm him down. With my right hand, I gently stroked his strong back. "Arthur, I'm Your Wife, Eve DeWitt

I didn't dare do anything drastic, because I was afraid of provoking him, and no one knew what the madman was going to do next, so I had to make sure, that every move I made, I had to be very careful.

"Eve DeWitt, my wife?"

"Yes, I'm your wife. So you can get off me and we can talk."

There was confusion in his eyes. I could not see his expression clearly in the dark, let alone judge his mind. I could only test him slowly step by step.

"Arthur, you're heavy. Can You Get Off Me First? I feel terrible."

"Uncomfortable..."

He suddenly bent over, felt something hard and hot on his thigh, and my face turned ugly.

I was no longer a virgin, having experienced the senseless rape firsthand, and certainly knew what was near my thigh.

I held back the fear, but the trembling voice betrayed me, "Please, let me go."

He did not seem to understand. He only rubbed his hairy head against my neck. His voice was soft and soft, as if he was acting coquettishly. "I feel so uncomfortable. Please help me."

Help? How?

Should we knock him out, but it's not easy to knock out a werewolf.

Just as I was hesitating, he suddenly approached my glands, his sharp teeth puncturing the area where the alpha pheromone was so strong that I couldn't move!

This feels exactly the same!

"You Smell so good," he said, licking the glands with his tongue, as if not satisfied, and injecting the pheromones into my body through the glands again.

A feeling of numbness swept through the body, I can not help but groan, he seemed to be encouraged in general, move more severely, the body has become more fiery.

"You..."

My voice became hoarse, and it was torturing me to watch him do what he could not do to me.

Injected pheromone body, there is no way to think like a normal person, I desperately need him!

"Don't move, I'll teach you."

At this point I had no shame, the physical torture of my mind, I directly threw him on the bed, kissed his lips, right hand unfastened the belt around his waist, click, he loosened his pants easily.

All sense at this moment to abandon their armor, I think I am crazy, otherwise how can make such a Crazy Act!