All Chapters of Arranged Marriage: Falling For The Playboy Son Of The Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71BIANCA’S POVIt took me approximately an hour and thirty minutes to finish making the chocolate soufflé. As I carried it to the dining table and set it down, I couldn’t stop staring and smiling at it, happy with what I had achieved. Though it was my first time making it, it did turn out exactly as I wanted. The texture, colour and smell were everything one could wish for in a chocolate dessert. No doubt Richard will love it and thank me for it.The tempting sight was so tough to look away from. When I remembered from the video that it’s best served hot, I had to cover it to keep it from getting cold, finally tearing my gaze away.I hurried back to the kitchen, grabbed a cover, and rushed back to the dining to place it over the dessert. The dining area was a bit far and out of sight from the entrance door. Worried that Richard might miss seeing it, I moved it to the living room’s centre table. Positioned just right, facing the door, so he’d notice it right away when he came

Chapter 73BIANCA’S POVThe lady he stumbled in with wasn’t the same one from last night, the one I accidentally broke her nose though I didn’t regret doing it. It was a different one. The way they were laughing and staggering made it clear they were drunk and caught up in so much lust.That’s where he had been all along – in a brothel or maybe by the roadside drinking and scouting for sluts like this one to spend the night with. How stupid of me to think he was spending time with his father. At this point, I’m not even sure he went to the business meeting Gideon mentioned he went to at all.I stood frozen on the spot, my heart dropping and sinking in my stomach Tears streamed down my face as I watched Richard plaster her against the wall, bury his face in the depth of her neck and ravage her with kisses as if he wanted to eat and drink from her. The lady moaned, her eyes closed as she revelled in the feeling.The horrific sight before me made me wish for blindness. I squeezed my eye

Chapter 75BIANCA’S POV “And where are you going dressed like that?” He asked as his eyes raked me from head to toe, a hint of disapproval in his expression. My gaze bore at him like heat through a metal. How dare he ask me that? What am I? His prisoner wife. Ohh not wife, maid. An invisible, insignificant maid he hired who didn’t matter. His exact words. “Wherever I’m going, whoever I choose to meet or spend the night with is none of your business,” I crossed my arms defiantly and looked at him as if to challenge him. His intense gaze acknowledged the challenge. “What do you mean it’s none of my business? You are my wife. I have every right to know and until you tell me, I’m not stepping an inch away from this door.” I scoffed in disbelief. His audacity was surprising as well as mesmerizing. So he was free to step out anytime he liked to bring in a hoe and fuck her right before me, but won’t let me step out. What a man! I might as well give him an award for being the most loving

Chapter 77BIANCA’S POVBernard’s penthouse apartment was almost like Richard’s; the comfy luxurious setting, the large bulletproof glass windows that ran from floor to ceiling and probably the same number of rooms. The only thing lacking in this was that the hotel building wasn’t high enough and as a result, the view wasn’t that stunning.But what drew my attention the most was the extra decoration and arrangements in living room as if he was trying to impress his girlfriend on Valentine’s day; Soft, warm lights adorned the space, creating a gentle glow and feeling. A fragrant arrangement of fresh flowers sat elegantly on the centre of the coffee table along with two plates of classic spaghetti garnished with carrots and green peas. Plush cushions and a throw blanket were strategically placed on the sofa and a playlist of soothing music played softly in the background. The air was scented with a hint of vanilla from strategically placed candles.

Chapter 79 BIANCA’S POV His kiss took me by surprise, but I still gave in to it. I felt his lips plaster and glide sensually against mine. The taste of alcohol on his tongue was teasing and it only made me kiss him more as I leaned forward. Suddenly, his kiss went from slow and teasing to demanding and possessive as he started groping my waist. “Bernard…wait, no…” I retracted and tried to say, removing his hand which was sliding down to my hips, but the feel of his lips on the back of my ear cut me short. That was my sensitive spot and for a moment it felt really good. “Let’s pretend that I’m a soap opera actor and you are my number one fan, let me make you drool…in your pants.” His warm breath fanning against my neck was tickling. I revelled in the feeling and let him kiss me again, letting the kiss chase my worries away briefly. I know I wanted to get back at Richard for everything he had done to me. I wanted to hurt him and balance the equation. But was I really doing the rig