Chapter 2 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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The man’s slender fingers had already landed on the zip of her dress, and was slowly unzipping it.

Oriana quickly grabbed his hands, “What are you doing?”

“Just moan. Can you do that?”

Moan?

At this moment, Oriana heard a sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a maid who was beckoning on the Old madam Samantha. “Madam, this isn’t good. We had better go back…”

“Shh.“The old lady hushed angrily, “I’ll listen with my ears, not with my eyes!”

Oriana wanted to see what was going on, but Deacon pressed her shoulder with one hand and pushed her back, “Hurry up and

Oriana guessed that he needed to put up a show for the old lady and needed her cooperation.

“I can’t do that.”

Deacon stared at the girl beneath him. She’s only twenty years old or odd. now showing a frown, and her eyes reserved and shy. Deacon two big hands came to her dress and pulled it off.

Oriana felt her skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim shoulders.

“Can you moan now?” Deacon asked again, but in a more calmer tone.

Deacon propped his hands on her side, trapping her in his arms and initiating some extreme intimate movements. In such dark room, the big bed was rattled by him.

“Continue to yell, or I’ll be serious.” He threatened in a low voice. Oriana shivered. She didn’t doubt his words one bit. So she closed her eyes and moaned as he ordered.

Outside the room, old Mrs Samantha clasped her hands together and muttered, “Great, my grandson is neither gay nor incompetent. He had s*x! Creator bless me. I’m going to have a great–grandson!”

Old Mrs Samantha danced happily and quickly left to say the rosary.

Oriana hastily reached out and pushed the man off her body. This time, Deacon was also cooperative and had let go of her. With a bang, he turned on the wall lamp.

Oriana sat up. She zipped her dress, covering her shiny shoulders and her delicate milk muscles.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man. He had already gotten out of bed, his handsome face was revealed. The muscles on his face were carved perfectly.

But Oriana had no time to admire the man’s beauty. Her eyes had widened in shock, “It’s you!”

He was the man on the train!

He was her new husband!

Oriana knew she was going to marry a sick man, and had prepared for it. But she never thought that it would be him.

She reminisced on how she yelled at him on the train. Plausibly saying that she was the bride who was marrying into the Red Villa. She was convinced that he must have been laughing inwardly while listening to her petty threats.

Deacon’s reddish lips cracked into a smile, “You recognized me. I did say we were gonna meet soon.”

There was some trace of playfulness in his eyes. He was informed by the butler that the

Hendrix’s family were giving up their abandoned daughter for marriage.

All he cared about was to marry in order to please his grandmother.

But he was still impressed that she happened to be the bride, especially after the incident on the train.

A knock was heard on the door. “Young master.” Henry, the butler called from outside.

“Come in.” Deacon lightly raised his thin lips. Henry pushed open the door and walked in.

“Young master, young mistress, anything you would like me to do?”

Deacon stood beside the bed. He was wearing a simple white trousers with a black T–

shirt. One could tell the fabric was expensive, which looked like a handmade version.

They made him look tall and handsome, with a magnificent temperament.

Deacon lowered his eyes and skillfully flipped the silver button on his shirt with his fingers.

He glanced at Oriana and said. “Do you wish to eat anything?”

Oriana heart tensed. The marriage was planned by the older generation of the four most powerful family in Los Angeles. The Armsteads. The Blues. The Heavens and The

Dominos.

Deacon, the young master of the Armstead’s family, ruled the country with the dominant place. He was the youngest and the most Handsome of business leaders. However, he stayed anonymous and no one knew what he truly looked like.

The Red Villa was situated in a remote location. At first glance, one would think that they weren’t a wealthy family.

Monica’s biggest wish was to marry both her daughters into the four major families in

Los Angeles. With the news of the son of the Armstead’s family being sick, Monica really wanted to go against the contract by not giving any of her daughter to the marriage.

But Patrick Hendrix was a feudal and filial person and was unwilling to violate the marriage contract made by the older generation.

Monica had then thought of Oriana, so she brought her back as the bride.

To Oriana’s prior understanding, the man she was being married to was nothing to write home about, but at this moment, she was puzzled.

The man in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help but worship.

Oriana wanted to say something, but at this moment, the man suddenly put both of his hands on the table. He narrowed his handsome eyes and groaned.

The butler’s expression became that of fright, he said hastily, “Young master, I’ll call the doctor now!”

Oriana’s bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped up in the table were already bruising, like a sign of illness.

Is he sick?

Oriana’s eyes met hus. He turned abruptly and said to the butler, “Get her out of here!”

Oriana knew that she couldn’t leave at the moment. She had left the Hendrix’s family for a purpose and needed to take hold of the identity as the bride of the Red Villa.

Oriana stared at Deacon fixedly, “You’re sick, what is it? I know a little about medicines and acupuncture, I can treat you.”

“Get out! Deacon growled.

Not only did Oriana not get away, she even walked closer to him. “I smell some precious medicinal herbs such as Lily Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is correct, you have insomnia.”

The butler stared at Oriana in shock, “Young mistress, you…..”

Oriana’s eyes fell on Deacon’s handsome face, “What’s the extent of your sleep disorder?

Once the sleep disorder progresses, it will seriously affect a person’s m***l state. You should rest and relax.”

The corners of Deacon’s long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He reached out and grabbed Oriana’s neck.

Oriana’s neck was very delicate. As long as he continued choking her, she was bound to be dead in no time.

“Young master please let go of her!” The butler pleaded.

The air that she could breath was getting thinner and thinner. Oriana’s small face reddened, but she quickly pulled out a silver needle from her hair and stabbed

Deacon let go and sat on the sola.

Deacon’s hand

Oriana gasped for breath. The man in front of her was way too dangerous. Just a sleep disorder could turn him from an elegant and noble man into a monster at any line.

At this stage, she had no choice but surge ahead. She moved behind lum Then, she raised her slim white fingers and placed them on his temples in a bid has to massage hum.

Deacon closed his handsome eyes, and covered the scarlet colour in them. “Your treatment is to massage me?”

“Be happy. You’re the first man I’m giving a massage.”

“It seem you ain’t the first woman who has been lucky enough to give me a massage.”

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