All Chapters of Please! Marry Me!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ivy Hughes "Praise my soul, the king of heaven," The cathedral choir sang as I prepared to walk down the aisle. I furrowed my brows uncomfortably because that wasn't the hymn I chose for the bride's procession. I paid little attention to it and assumed there must have been a mix up. I will be getting married to my best friend today. I stepped out of a red range rover with my wedding dress stung on my body like I was born with it. The dress was designed by a popular designer and it costs a fortune. Many thanks to my soon-to-be husband, Ryan, I was able to look elegant on my wedding day. The man I will be tying the knot to is one of the A-list actors in New York. I am also an actress but hardly recognized by anyone. I will be deceiving myself if I classify myself as a D-list actor. My grade is lower than that. "Where is Evelyn?" I asked my sister, Kayla.Evelyn is my best friend and my bridesmaid. She left the hotel we lodged last night because of an emergency and hasn't arrived

Dillon LongI have been restless ever since I got married to an unknown woman yesterday. I couldn't concentrate even when I got to work from the church. I instructed my personal assistant never to mention what happened to my family, especially my mother. She is going to create a fuss if she learns I got married to a random woman. "Send everything about her to my phone in the next 20 minutes. I want to know from the smallest and meaningless information," I instructed before strolling into my house. Ezekiel has been my personal assistant since I joined the HORSE group as their CEO and he has been faithful. He is computer literate and a professional researcher. Looking for that woman was a simple task to him.My phone beeped and lit up before I finished removing my clothes. "I trust him," I mumbled. A cute smile appeared at the corner of my lips.I picked it up and read the message on it. "Ivy Hughes. A graduate of theater art and an upcoming actress. 23 years old, an orphan

Dillon LongIf I hadn't obeyed my instinct of asking my men to keep an eye on them, she would have escaped from me.My veins pucked after I finished talking to one of my men. He told me Ivy and her sister left their apartment with their luggage. I assumed they saw the news and decided to run away from me.Although I was angry, I couldn't stop the chuckle because of their naivety. So stupid of them to think they can escape from me when I had just started with them. I don't let my belongings sleep out and Ivy is one of them. She is mine now. "I will ask the driver to drop you off," I told Mirabel and walked into the bathroom. I need to cool my nerves and that can only be done by taking a cold bath. "Babe, I want to have you for the third time," She mumbled, trying to be seductive but it almost made me vomit. I threw her a disgusting look and stepped into the bathroom. I am sure she would leave before I finish my bath. Mirabel might be obsessed with me, she also knows what to do at

Dillon Long I splintered my brain, trying to understand the reason this woman was so stubborn. Despite my warnings, she still decided to run away from me. She must know better than anyone that nobody can run away from me. Not in this country and not even in the country she was trying to run to, Alaska.I was sure she didn't know I owned half of the country she was running to. My properties are everywhere, from the airport to the crooks and corners of the country.I watched as she tried to trick me into letting her go without knowing I had already seen through her tricks. I wanted to stop her but she was fun to watch. So I let her continue with what she called smartness.I was irate. I just wanted to take her home and teach her a lesson she would never forget. I strode inside after giving her a reason to be stunned. I couldn't resist giggling when I saw her puzzled countenance. I got into the house and sat patiently on the couch, waiting for her. It took her a lifetime, however, she

Ivy Hughes My heart stopped working when he ordered his men to take me to a dark room. Fear gripped me. I didn't know how to tell him I was afraid of darkness.We got to the dark room, however, it wasn't as dreary as he had pronounced it. It was just as spacious as his master bedroom. It had a bed and a small shelf beside it. There was no window except a small hole at the upper part of the room where the little ray shone into the room from.One of his men, who was carrying me, dropped me on the bed like I was a bag of sand and they strode out without glancing at me for a second. I wanted to hold their legs and plead with them to let me go but my ego took a better part of me.My trepidation increased when I heard them slam the door. They were gone.I sat up on the bed, folded my legs, and rested my head on my knees. Inwardly, I was praying somebody would come and help me. Or maybe Kayla would.Yes! Kayla! She must be hell worried about me. She must have lost her sanity already.After