All Chapters of PLAYTHING OF THE ALPHA PREDATORS: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

BROOKEA woman’s wedding day was meant to be the happiest day of her life, but my mom was easily making mine one of the worst and most nerve wracking days of my life. “Fat,” she poked at my barely existent stomach through my dress, “fatter,” she poked at my arms, “and hideously fat,” she poked at my neck. I’d practically starved for the two weeks since the wedding was announced so she wouldn’t nitpick at my weight today, but obviously there was no pleasing her so I should’ve just eaten as much as I wanted to. “Did you even make any effort to get into shape for your wedding? I had the most beautiful dress made for you from across the world and you have the effrontery to wear it over an overweight body?” she looked me over with contempt and huffed, “how disrespectful.”“I’m… I’m sorry, mother,” I muttered, knowing that anything other than an apology would likely be met with a slap or an even worse degrading punishment. She looked at me, then rolled her eyes as she gave a ridiculous

ACEI’d been waiting for that question from the second I walked into the hall, so anxiously that I didn’t even realized I’d yelled out my response. It was the hundreds of eyes focused on me that made me realized I’d been the one who said, “Yes.”My dad was clearly livid, and at the same time, he looked like he’d seen a ghost as he stared at me in complete and utter shock. My mom on the other hand seemed more interested in covering her face from being captured by the spinning National TV cameras. But neither of their reactions was any of my concern, nor was their discomfort. When I was on the other end of the coin, pleading and trying to reason with them to call off the engagement, they didn’t care about my feelings either. It was only fair for them to turn the other cheek now that the ball was in my court, where it belonged. “Wha… What the hell, Ace?” Brooke whispered shakily, trembling far more than she was during the procession, like everything was riding on the wedding happenin

BROOKEEvery single breath I took was more overwhelming than the last. It was all too much. The world around me was spinning and I just remained frozen to a spot at the altar while staring down at the ring on my finger. Being a jilted bride was one of the worst things that could ever happen to a woman and I still couldn’t believe that it had just happened to me. Nothing about Ace’s actions made sense to me and I still wasn’t able to wrap my head around it. When he mentioned that he was putting an end to the wedding so that we could both have the luxury of being in a love marriage, it sounded like nothing short of gibberish to me. Ever since I was a little girl, my mother had imbibed the belief that marriage was nothing but a means to an end in me. And that end wasn’t living happily ever after or being in love. No, the point of it was to elevate your status and fatten your wallet. Why couldn’t Ace accept that that’s how things worked amongst people in our social status? Why couldn

ACEI didn’t feel a shred of remorse for what I’d done. Walking out of my own wedding after causing quite a scene wasn’t on my bucket list, but with the burst of adrenaline I felt at the moment, it should’ve been at the top of my list from time immemorial. As I walked into my apartment and unbuttoned my shirt, I felt strangely proud of myself and what I’d done. I stood up for myself and put my emotions first in a way that my younger self would be truly proud of. I dragged in a breath of relief and dug into my pocket to fish out my phone. Something had dawned on me while I wallowed in that moment of pride and I was more than eager to act on it so I dialed one of the assistants my mother had latched onto me years ago. “Hello Celine,” I said into the phone as soon as she picked up. “Mr. Jackson, how may I be of help today?” she asked politely. “I need you to plan a date within an hour, I’ll forward you the details now, so please treat it as an urgent matter,” I told her, smiling to

ACEApril insisted on changing her dress even though I assured her that it was perfect. And let’s face it, she looks fucking perfect in everything, even the cheesiest sleepwears. Somehow, she managed to look even more breathtaking in the silk orange dress she stepped out in ten minutes later. She’d even smacked on some pink gloss that made me want to kiss those inviting beautiful lips until we both forgot how to breathe. Then, the cherry on top was her hair flowing in waves across her back and shoulders. It made her nothing short of ethereal. How the fuck was I supposed to give up such a goddess? That would never fucking happen. I complimented her for the entire duration of the car ride and by the time we arrived at the venue, her lovely face was a blushing mess. “Where’s this?” she looked around curiously as I opened her door and held out a hand to help her out. I smiled at how her eyes popped as the wheels in her head turned to try and figure things out without getting an answ