All Chapters of A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire’s Mad Son: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Suddenly the limo and the Lamborghini screeched into the villa and the host of the girls and their husbands scuttled to the window to see the people alighting from the cars.“What the hell is happening here?” Kate asked Opula whose widened gaze was at Brian. “Why are they back with him? Sister can you see that?” she asked in the most amiable manner as though Opula wasn’t seeing properly.Opula who writhed in pain, narrowed her gaze at Brian as the security dragged him with reserved stubbornness. “Perhaps they forgot something. Let it not be what I am thinking,” Opula whispered and clenched her jaw as she shot her gloomy eyes at Eva.“Really? Are sure you this Eva of a girl hasn’t convinced father against our wish?” she queried and rolled her eyes at Eva who was staring at Brian being dragged into the mansion.Once they advanced into the ball room, Kate asked swiftly, “Father!” Kate called upon beholding Fanny, Eva and Brian almost entering their respective chambers. “You weren’t suppo

“Don’t you think coming to my chamber at this critical time is quite risky?” Salsa asked in whispers the moment the door creaked and Ken sneaked in.Ken stole a glance out the door before shutting it gently.Salsa who just left the bathroom with her towel tied across her bust, found it easy to let loose the towel the moment Ken sneaked into her chamber.“Opula and Kate have gone to the club. Eva her husband and her father have joined the search party to find Brian, so we are literally alone,” he whispered, pranced to the bar, poured strong wine for two and shot his lustful eyes at her cleavage and then her thick backside, which rolled effortlessly whenever she walked.Gently she applied her body lotion and stretched her hair for the night.“These past few weeks have been hectic for every single soul under this roof over the disappearance of Brian,” Ken whispered, had a sip and started drifting to the sofa to have a perfect glare at Salsa’s thickness in the boldly transparent nightie,

I had been at the train station with mother for God-knows-when, daring to convince her, I was going to return hale and hearty and I wasn’t going forever. Although the news making the round was that Rio Hondo girls who made it to Ohio ended up forgetting home, after they got affluence and power through their rich husbands. But here I was convincing mother I wasn’t going to forget her. And besides, we had reached agreement about my traveling to Ohio.She had agreed the other night about my traveling to Ohio to hustle for the half a million dollar bill I would refund the Fanny’s.Mother would not have agreed to my intention if not for the famine that befell Rio Hondo of recent. It was indeed a period of peril and massive ruin across the food bank of Rio Hondo. The last time such a famine was recorded was decades ago, when more than a handful of farmers lost their crops to locusts and thereafter stealing of farm produce from successful, privileged farmers was on the increase; I could reca

Just then, Brain tilted his head backward, and his beady eyes glared at me, before he lowered his gaze and fondled with his fingers. I would have to keep at that song because I could see improvement in his countenance.I had to keep at my tone, singing aloud his lyrics and opening my arms in embrace. I could notice his legs earning some steps backward. My singing voice became longing as I dared to charm him the more. I had to bring out the best of my voice and sang in a way I had never sung in my entire life. I noticed he was beginning to laugh sheepishly, scratch his scraggly, unkempt hair and chuckle almost at intervals before frowning abruptly.Soon his steps increased and he came into my embrace and I wished he could feel my shivering and trembling body as I feared for the worst not to happen. Brian was radically mad and his violence was always uncertain. He could push us over and that would be the end. I didn’t know how pessimism took over me and I am so in danger and peril now;

My countenance was devoid of blithe at the time. I stepped backward to give them the limited attention I had. Once I gazed upon that blue document the horrible moments I had with the Fanny’s relived in me and hit me with hurt. I wouldn’t want us to talk about a contract marriage again. I was going to tell them my purpose of traveling to Ohio was to hustle, make enough money that could sort out the half a million dollars they gave me as exchange for agreeing to marry their son.I knew they were fascinated by the stunt I pulled to save Brian. But in the natural sense, I could barely climb a tree perfectly well let alone a mountain. Perhaps the evil spirit that often possessed me whenever I saw Brian was back, and it was the evil spirit that gave me guts to climb a mountain, meant for professional mountain climbers.“And what about it? If I can remember, I was divorced and mandated to refund back the half a million dollars, else I stand to be jailed. Please I am out to hustle and pay yo