Melissa Brant, a poor vegetable seller, from the poorest family in Rio Hondo finds herself sourcing for fund to pay her mother’s medical bills. Fanny Luis, the richest mogul in Rio Hondo offers to grant her the money but for a price. “I will give you the money but you must sign a contract marriage with my mad son.” Melissa never knew what she was opting for until she shared roof with Brian, the most violent mad man in Rio Hondo. Later Fanny reminded her, “You must give me a grandchild. Didn’t you read the contract marriage agreement?” She was a virgin and never expected to get intimate with her mad husband. Fortunately, after she helped Brian regain his sanity, obsession possessed them. “Now I am fulfilled you have regained your sanity. The contract marriage agreement says you can divorce me once you regain your sanity. Please, Brian let me go,” she pleaded. “I don’t mind losing my sanity again if I deny what this heart feels for you now. I crave to stay with you forever. To hell with the divorce,” Brian replied coldly. What will be their fate? Lets’ turn the pages. It is going to be a bumpy ride.
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Once upon a time on a crisp November morning, late summer in Rio Hondo, at the Fanny’s mansion, bottles of beer, rum and cigars were seen littered all over the table. And carelessly scattered on the floor were G-string, pants, sleeves and a polka-dotted dress. In the other corner the bed was creaking hugely under the weight of two figures. A sonorous moan blared and hung over them. Like a trumpet, the female voice amplified the most out of the window, while the male voice groaned and grunted at a terribly disturbing way.
Opula was bouncing and having her fragile, slender waist astride the legs of Ken, whose mouth was gaping, and hands infinitely stroking and fondling her fragile small breasts.
“Y – you are not doing badly today,” Ken stuttered under her weight and squeezed her tapering waist.
She shut her eyes and breathed hard. “Yesterday’s sex was horrendous,” she sounded through a moan and clenched her teeth to pound harder. “I am going to give it to you hot!” she managed to say in a breath.
Neither of them spoke again. A hush of silence would have hung over them except for the bed that creaked under their weight and the slap-slap sound of her thighs against his.
Hastily, Ken swung her over the bed and got on top of her. He pinned her soft palms to the bedspread, shot his groovy eyes into hers and slammed a little more into her, before he began to jerk uncontrollably.
“Oh, not yet,” she nagged, and dragged a furrowed brow while she vibrated under him.
Ken gripped her blonde, lush hair, gritted, and frowned at her face while he jerked without end. His body stilled and suddenly relaxed, before his face fell on her neck and started burning her with his warm breath.
She pushed him aside.
“You are a two-second husband. You are horrible in bed,” she cursed, and grabbed the duvet to cover her nakedness. She sighed.
Ken held his breath.
“This is not an orgy. I am having my wife,” he groaned and stroked his ponytail.
He was the husband to Opula, the first daughter of the Fanny’s. Ken was tall, well-built with strong facial features. He was a live-in husband, just like the other husbands, who found no fault in being taken care of by their billionaire father-in-law.
“Same story every day. Opula is not enjoying it anymore,” she glowered, snorted, nagged and added, “You are always impossible.” Her nostrils flared and eyes lined with insatiability.
Ken’s jaw sagged in rage. He didn’t want to tell her he found it awkward. But he was going to say his fury in any way he could.
“Well, I am not as impossible as your mad brother who set my most expensive tuxedo on fire,” he replied without remorse.
Her eyes flinted with anger and her face went crimson, before her nose wrinkled. “How dare you call my brother mad!” she snapped and widened her gaze at him.
He sat up and scoffed, “But he …..” Ken couldn’t complete his grievance.
Pa!
A slap interposed him, and he paused, lowered his gaze, brought his palms on his chin to nurse his pain.
She crawled out of bed, advanced to the door and yanked it open.
“Leave my room this minute!” she ordered and watched as Ken’s hand nursed his itchy cheeks.
“You raised your hands on me?” He sounded calm, and stared at her with his watery green eyes burning with fury.
“And I will do it over and over again if you ever call my brother mad and insult him the way you just did!” she echoed.
“But he is mad, and he ruined my tuxedo,” he barked and slammed his hand on the bed in revenge.
His response infuriated her even the more.
“You dumb ass grouch! Leave my now!” she commanded yet again and pointed at the door impatiently.
“Your room?” he asked with a shrug.
“Yes, my room. This mansion belongs to my father, who feeds you, shelters you and clothes you. Now leave!” She gestured at the door in a final disposition.
Feeling disgruntled, Ken’s lips curled as he squeezed into his pair of pants, grabbed his shirt and left like thunder.
The door slammed!
Meet Opula, the eldest daughter of the richest man in Rio Hondo. She was arrogant, eclectic, with a thin body. Her hair was brunette and her height towering. And not only was she overprotective, but also believed in respect, loyalty and dominance. Her family was her priority. Her prodigy, who called her only brother mad and maltreated him, got bullied and hated for life. Just as she believed in the affluence and wealth of her father, she certainly believed someday she would be made heiress to the multibillion dollar Fanny Group, since their only heir had lost his sanity.
With his hand still on his cheeks, and his expression hardened, Ken walked past a couple of maids, sneered and pushed away the ones that came in his way and barged into his room.
Once he was out of sight, Salsa, the chief maid of the Fanny’s, laughed tauntingly as she tucked to the corner with the rest of the maids.
“What could be the problem now?” she asked a junior maid who peered at her for gossip.
“I overheard a sensual moan from their room …” Another maid interrupted, “I think he got bashed for disappointing Opula in bed again,” she mumbled, gagging her mouth with her hands as she glared around for any onlooker.
Salsa’s finger was on her lips. “Shhh!” She glared around before adding, “Return to your duty post,” she ordered.
They dispersed, and their high-heels knocked innumerably on the floor as they left.
Salsa was about to advance to Opula’s chamber, when Opula’s worried, feline face came through the door.
“Get Brian ready for dinner with my father. Make sure he is bound hands and feet,” her voice beamed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Salsa responded, bowed and left to do her bidding.
At a later time, Salsa ran back to Opula’s room and was howling deep down her lungs.
“What is the problem?” Opula queried, and shot her oval disturbing looks at her. “Chin up and talk to me!” she barked. “What is the problem?”
Salsa was huffing and puffing to say a word.
“What is it? Speak!” Opula snapped yet further.
Salsa flinched.
“I – I went to Brian’s room, and he wasn’t in. I searched the whole mansion and couldn’t find him. I could only find his clothes in the garden. I think he has gone out to the street as usual,” She wailed as she raised the clothes.
“Why did you leave someone kept under your care? Now listen, you dope,” she gripped her ears and squeezed them.
Salsa grinned in pain.
“If anything should happen to my brother, you are as good as dead. Go and find him now!”she beamed.
The doctor spoke so loudly, obviously making a noise to attract attention and Opula gestured at him to bring down the tone of his voice.“You know someone could be listening to us,” Opula whispered, “Please, take things calmly. You must not make a noise about it. But I have told you the forty percent is not going to be possible. Why would you demand I pay you forty percent of a contract you know nothing about…”Doctor Bernard burst into a mocking laughter and grinned afterward, “Oh do you think I know nothing about it? Is that what you think? I am going to tell you what I know about it. The Bensons want Melissa as an arranged wife but your greed wouldn’t rest, you forced yourself on your ex-boyfriend, Rod thinking he will get you pregnant but unfortunately this pregnancy belongs to Ken,”Kate was still eavesdropping at the door at the time, Doctor Bernard made that statement. And she gagged her mouth in shock ; she couldn’t believe Opula had been lying about her pregnancy all this wh
At the time ambulance came to pick up Opula who was still coughing out blood, Salsa was peeping from the kitchen where she prepared lunch. She smiled evilly and gritted her teeth as she shook her head in vengeance. She hoped the abortion would happen this time around; she couldn’t wait to hear news of Opula losing the pregnancy; only then would her joy be full.From the kitchen, she peeped out to the ambulance personnel attending to Opula, and she could recall how she did it;Opula had requested for a fresh orange juice a while ago and Salsa prepared it for her with mixture of her poisonous herbs that would abort the pregnancy. Salsa was responsible for the bloody cough Opula was experiencing and if Opula should cough out blood for a longer time she could lose the pregnancy.“Until the teeth of my vengeance bite you, I shall know no rest. Opula, you are going to suffer in my hands until you lose that pregnancy. I will not remain alive and watch you get pregnant for a man I love so muc
When Kate barged in on Opula, she met her sobbing and weeping in her palms. She was red on the face and the color drained from her face; it was obvious Opula had been weeping all night.“Oh my goose!” Kate exclaimed and paced to the side of Opula and clutched her teary chin, “What happened to you again? Why are you all tears? The day is too early for this, Opula,” Kate petted her and caught sight of the picture on the bed and when she picked it up, it was rod’s picture, “Is it because of Rod Benson? What did he say to you again?”Opula swallowed hard, sobbed even greatly and managed to say, “He has refused to pick my phone calls ever since he rejected the pregnancy. The most annoying thing is that Rod wants me to abort the pregnancy. Can you imagine? Does he hate you that much?”“What!” Kate snapped and snorted, “Is he sick in the brain? How could he suggest such a thing? Oh my God!” Kate raised her gaze in frustration and asked yet further, “Did you show him the paternity test result
“MELISSA!” she called, her body shivering, the fierceness of her face threatening as she molded her fist, “What are you doing here? Are you supposed to be here at this time?” she asked, her hands trembling.I hummed and quoted, “Because the bird has learnt to fly without perching, the hunters have learnt to shoot without missing. I knew you were up to ruin. A leopard cannot lose its spot. So this is it mom. You demanded to know the ON and OFF knob so that you could sneak in and turn off the oxygen machine and suffocate Brian? Your evil has caught up with you.”Mom’s jaw sagged as she fumed, “You rotten maggot. I am only doing you a favor. I really want to have you back as my daughter but you must be set free from this evil marriage. He has to die.”I advanced forward and replied her, “You got to be bluffing, huh. My husband? Are you okay, mom? Are you saying it to my face that you want to kill Brian? This is unimaginable, mom!”“Listen up, Melissa. I have so much money now. I may not
Promptly I flinched from sleep; it was a dream.“Oh my God,” I whispered and wiped my face of the nervous sweat that trickled down. “Brian cannot die. What sort of dream is this? Something must be happening to my husband,” I said to myself, gasped, stroked my hair confusedly and picked up my phone to call the doctor…***Seated in front of the police detective were Fanny, Opula and Kate. While they spoke, the police scribbled down vital information on a paper, with keenness in his eyes.“The total sum of money is one million dollars,” Fanny said in a baritone voice, “I believe the money is somewhere in my villa, obviously in one or two chambers. I really want you and your boys to fish out and punish anyone found guilty of stealing the money.”The police detective winked after scribbling down some more information from Fanny, “Um, Mr. Fanny, this one million dollars in question was it stolen from your company, the Fanny Group or from the villa? Because you made mention of the money was
Feeling enthusiastic and not knowing what mom was up to, the doctor pointed at a knob, “Yes, this is the knob that controls the machine. It has an ON and OFF but it is always turned ON. Once it is turned OFF for more than thirty minutes, the patient will finally die. It is very dangerous to turn it off. And what would even make anyone to turn it off anyways?” the doctor asked suspiciously.Mom smiled and shook her head, before turning her gaze to smile deeply at me.“Why all these questions, mom?” I asked, anxiously, with my suspicious gaze locking with hers, “Are you interested in medicine now? Is this the reason you want to see Brian? You should be talking about Brian and not the machine.”Mom burst into a choking laughter, “My daughter never mind. You see, I was arguing with a staff of mine the other day that an oxygen machine has an ON and OFF knob and she kept arguing with me .” she brought out her phone and took photos of the machine, “Right now I have the picture of the machine
That was strange of mom. I couldn’t stop gaping at her, wondering why she wanted to see a man she hated so much. Mom had never desired to see Brian when he was insane. Mere thought of Brian irritated her like plaque. I could recall several times she yelled at me when I mentioned Brian in our discussion.“So why is she demanding to see him now?” I asked in my mind, “What is she up to? Is mom for real? Could this be a dream? This is strange. What is mom up to?” I asked yet further while I gaped at mom.“Why do you want to see my husband?” I asked softly and narrowed my suspicious eyes on her, wondering why she was chuckling now, as though I was funny.I could see the nurse who was in charge of riding her, develop interest in our discussion; perhaps it had come to the part she was needed. The nurse shot a brief smile at me before settling anxious gaze on mom who was nervously waiting for a prompt reply.“Um, ma’am if you want to see any patient at the emergency unit, you must seek the p
It was early Tuesday morning when I made it to the hospital to drop a flower and a get-well-soon card at the side of Brian, that I saw a familiar woman from afar. I paused for a moment to see if my guess was right. The woman was still afar in a wheel chair being ridden by a nurse.I suddenly forgot what brought me to the hospital and stood to wait for the woman to surge closer just to satisfy my anxiety. But as they pulled closer the image became clearer; oh my God! That was my mother. What happened to her and what was she doing in that wheelchair?I knew a sight of me often registered awareness in my mom that I was still a disowned child who she would never have anything to do with again.Certainly I knew that was what she was thinking when she saw me with the flower and card. It was evident in her thunderous frown and pink face. I forced a smile on my face, hoping it was contagious enough to make mom smile.“Melissa!” that was the sound of my name. I combed my gaze around to see if
A quiver of hurt spread through Rod Benson so when he barged in on his father who was entertaining some guests at the sitting room, he decided he wasn’t going to let James Benson know about Opula’s pregnancy.There was no need sharing such news with him since he had rejected it; if he should go ahead to share it, James might think he approved of it and might instigate Opula be made a wife.Rod knew his father more than anyone else; his ears were going to twitch once he heard that Opula was pregnant for him and there may be no need to search for an arranged wife.“This rotten maggot wants me to leave Melissa, just like that?” Rod nagged, staring upon my sizeable photo on his phone which he clutched between his fingers, “I don’t want to have anything to do with this fool. Opula is pregnant for me? Hell no!” he fisted his hands and punched into the other palm.After arguing with Opula , he had almost instructed his pilot to fly back to New York that same night. It was by sheer patience t
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