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Oriana Hendrix sat on a train from an orphanage in the suburbs and was headed for Los Angeles.
When she was nine year old, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she’s being brought back to LA. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hendrix’s family and the Armstead’s family.
A daughter from the Hendrix’s family is to marry into the Armstead’s family. But, with the rumours of the groom being terminally ill, neither of Hendrix’s two sisters consented to the marriage.
Oriana was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of blood.
Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In split. seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in.
“Boss, there’s no one here. Let’s just send him to hell.” One of them roared. The scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward
Oriana.
Oriana instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man’s eyes passed a message of strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands,
Oriana immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, “Don’t hurt me please. I saw nothing.”
Their leader stepped forward and stared at Oriana’s small face. Her eyes were incomparably. bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed.
The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior.
“Little beauty, we don’t have to hurt you, you just have to please my brothers.”
Oriana’s slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, “I don’t want to die, please. As long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll definitely serve you all satisfactorily.
Oriana’s soft and gentle pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader’s body. He pounced on Oriana and tried submerging her slender body under his.
“Boss, you go first. We’ll send this dk to hell first. Then we’ll all have a good time with her.” One of the men suggested.
Already manipulated by the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on the floor and had reached out to pull the buttons of Oriana’s clothes.
But in splits seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head to meet Oriana’s bright eyes. The panics and weakness which were visible in her eyes had now disappeared. A cold look was now evident.
“You..” The man made to speak, but Oriana immediately kicked him on the loins.
“F**k” The man man muttered and came crashing to the ground.
“Boss!” The men had chorused in shock. The men were startled and wanted going to assist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he s****d the weapon from one of the men in black. The men then fell to the ground one by one almost in a split second.
Oriana sat up. She knew the man was only playing unconscious. Her eyes met with his.
He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two small abyss in the bottom of them. Anyone who looked at them was bound to be sucked in.
“Master, we’re late.” The rescuers arrived and began to clean up in an orderly fashion.
One of the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards Oriana with steady steps. His bony fingers clenched her small jaw.
With squinted eyes, he look at her playfully. His voice was low and magnetic, “What do you think I’ll do with you?”
Oriana was forced to look up at him. The man was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and cold as the night.
Although he had wiped his hands, she could still smell blood. She knew she had witnessed everything. And it would be difficult to get away.
She knocked down the man’s hand and uttered sternly, “I’m the bride who’s about to marry into the Red Villa.”
The man raised his eyebrows. It was quite interesting. She’s… his bride?
“Aren’t you from Los Angeles? You should know that the daughter of the Hendrix’s family is the one to marry into the Red Villa.”
“Yes, I’m fully aware of that. And I am the bride. If something sinister happens to me, don’t you think that’ll be big trouble for you? Just let me go, I saw saw nothing, and would say nothing!”
At this point, Oriana really owed her stepmother, Monica, a vote of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has sent the money which she used in taking the train to LA.
However, it wasn’t due to the fact that she loved Oriana, but because the marriage was important to
Monica.
The marriage between the Hendrix’s family and The Armstead’s family (The Red Villa.)
Was the biggest gossip in the whole of LA.
Oriana’s words seem to have caught the man’s attention. He stared at her with interest.
Today, he was set up by a business opponent who wanted him dead. It was indeed an accident meeting this girl.
Looking intensively at her, he estimated her age to be about twenty. Although her face was pale and her clothes, messy. Her eyes were clear and intelligent, and they Shone brightly.
The man moved back and took his men away. Oriana’s fingertips slowly loosened. The man turned his head and spoke slowly in lips she could understand “I’ll see you soon.”
Cambridge hotel and suites. The Hendrix’s family’s wedding was held today.
In the bridal lounge, Gabriella Hendrix stared at her half–sister (they shared the same father), Oriana and said, “Oriana, your mother died when you were nine. You later pushed our grandfather down the stairs with your own hands. Hence, you were sent to the orphanage by dad. Now that you’re back, I’m certain you know the reason. So you need to comply. Otherwise, you’ll be sent back to the suburbs where you came from.” She paused to take a breathe and added, ” To the Hendrix’s family, you’re nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. So, you better behave like one.”
Oriana twisted her lips and replied coldly, “Of course, I do understand. I have no time for this now. You can stop barking.”
Gabriella was too furious to talk back and stared at Oriana’s bright eyes. Her eyes were indeed stunning. You could tell she’s a beauty simply from that pair of eyes. Gabriella went extremely jealous. She felt as though she should dig out her pair of eyes. ‘She should be nothing but an ugly redneck!‘
“Oriana, the time has come, we should move!” Patrick’s deep voice sounded as he walked in with Monica and a group of guests.
Monica was a popular actress in the entertainment industry when she was young. Even after having two daughters, she still took care of her body. Just like a beautiful charming young woman.
She was a mistress, but her skills were extremely high. Not only did she successfully dethrone the real wife. She also moved herself to the position of Matriarch in the Hendrix’s family.
Monica had indeed made the wedding glamorous. Even Oriana’s wedding dress had been customized from Paris at a very huge cost. Everyone did praise her for a job well done.
Oriana pretended as though she was devoid of knowledge. She looked through the door expectantly, “Why isn’t the groom here?”
Immediately she was done speaking, Monica’s expression changed greatly. Everyone stared at one another in awe.
“Isn’t she aware that she’s about marrying an ill man?” questioning look showed on faces of the guests.
Patrick stepped forward, his eyes a little guilty and dodgy, “Oriana, the groom isn’t feeling too well. So he can’t come. But you’ll meet him once we’re done done here.”
An obedient smile arched on her lips. “Okay dad. I should be heading to meet him.”
Oriana was led by Patrick into a luxury G–wagon which parked in the hotel’s garage. She waved at him and he nodded in response, as the car sped off.
They guests were sympathetic that she wasn’t aware of her husband’s condition. They all looked at Monica and began to whisper sarcastic words.
Although Monica was quite stunning, she was a stepmother who made another woman’s child marry a sick man.
Monica cheeks fluttered in embarrassment. The wedding was originally under her control, but Oriana had to ask such question in a bid to stymy her plans.
Monica let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in the future.
Oriana arrived at the Red Villa and was ushered into her room. The lights were not turned on, thus it was pitch dark and the atmosphere was a bit cold.
Oriana’s dark eyes shone in a gleam of vigilance. She walked over to the bed and saw a man lying on the big, soft bed.
This must be her new husband!
Oriana reached out to give him a pulse, she stretched out her index finger towards him, but in the next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers. She felt as though the world was spinning, and before saying jack, he was already on. top of her.
Oriana was galvanized. She was informed that her husband was a sick man. But the fingers that had just grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of a healthy man.
“Who is he?”
Oriana quickly bent her knees and pressed against his crotch. But the man was even faster. He easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to be unable to move.
He was quick, accurate and ruthless.
“Who are you? Let me go!” Oriana struggled hard as their bodies rubbed through the thin fabric.
“The bride is enthusiastic, do you want to have s*x?” A deep magnetic voice sounded.
Degenerate!
Oriana suddenly pondered on the possibility of the man in the room being her husband.
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