Filed To Story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
At this moment, Anabelle rushed over, hugging his sturdy waist tightly and refusing to let go. “Don’t hurt Brother Marcus. I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll go back with you now. You’ve already cri ppled Marcus’s right leg. If you disable his left leg too, I won’t forgive you.”
Only then did Lord Armstead halt his actions. He reached out, grabbing her delicate wrist, and pulled her away. He ordered, “Take Marcus back to me!”
Two black clad bodyguards dragged him away and took him to Allura’s room.
It was his first time entering Allura’s room, the legendary bridal chamber prepared by Lord Armstead for Anabelle.
He was unceremoniously dumped outside the door by the black-clad bodyguards. Anabelle’s eyes were red, and she wished to approach him, but a glance from Lord Armstead silenced her. “Madam Armstead, don’t provoke me again, understood? Dare to take a step forward and try it!”
Anabelle succumbed to the threat, standing motionless,
At this moment, Lord Armstead gestured towards the master bedroom. “Go inside.”
Anabelle looked at him.
Lord Armstead raised an eyebrow playfully. “Madam Armstead, why are you looking at me like that? Tonight is our wedding night. We must finish what we started.”
“Of course, since you surprised me so much tonight, I thought I’d return the favor. How about we let your Brother Marcus lie here tonight?”
Hearing these words while lying battered on the ground, Marcus’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Lord Armstead was truly a master of torment, leaving him lying outside their bridal chamber all night.
“Anabelle, don’t listen to him. Don’t let him threaten you. I’m fine.”
Lord Armstead cast a casual glance at him then turned to Anabelle. “Why haven’t you gone in yet? My patience is limited.”
Anabelle hesitated for a few seconds before turning and entering the master bedroom.
He remained unaware of what transpired in the bedroom afterward since he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand. However, he was aware… that night, Lord Armstead and Anabelle consummated their marriage.
Lord Armstead forcefully took Anabelle, while he lay outside. He heard Anabelle’s soft, delicate voice, restrained and hesitant, trying not to be too loud, sounding particularly intimate. “Lord Armstead, it hurts… I’m in pain…’
Lord Armstead replied, “If it hurts, endure it.”
Due to his severe leg injury and lack of timely treatment, he developed a fever and infection that night. As a result, he was left with a disability for the rest of his life.
Marcus snapped back to the present from a nightmare over thirty years ago. He stared at Lord Armstead, who was sitting elegantly on the sofa. “Lord Armstead, you mock my leg, but 1 mock your pitiful state. You can only obtain Anabelle through force!”
“Oh, really?”
Lord Armstead gazed at Marcus amidst a haze of smoke, his expression faintly amused. “I admit, on our wedding night, I might not have been gentle, it was forceful. However, our second time, third time, and countless times afterward were all initiated by Anabelle.”
Lord Armstead’s tone slowed down, and he looked at Marcus’s current expression with a suggestive smile. As expected, Marcus’s face turned pale.
“Lord Armstead, you’re speaking nonsense. It’s impossible. Anabelle would never initiate it!”
A faint smile curled on Lord Armstead’s lips. “Did Anabelle not inform you?”
After your leg was injured and you were hospitalized, I spread the word. No hospital in the capital city dared to accept you. You could have died from the infection and decay in your leg
“I intentionally leaked this information to her. After our wedding night. I was angry. I didn’t go home for many rights, deliberately ignoring her. When she knew about your condition, she obediently called me. If I didn’t answer, she came to the company.”
“Our second time was in my CEO’s office. I sat in my chair, and she sat on my thigh, looking at my face carefully. To please me, she used her limited skills, endured the shame, unbuttoned her clothes, and kissed my neck…”
Marcus had never known any of this. Now, his pupils contracted, and the hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist. “Enough, stop talking!”
“Heh,”
a low, mirthless laugh rumbled from Lord Armstead’s throat. “Can’t take it anymore? Marcus, stay away from her. She’s not what you imagine. Do you know how precious she is? For all those years, I kept her in Allura’s room, providing her with everything she needed. What about you? Are you capable of providing for her?”
Marcus felt utterly humiliated, just as he had in the past. He could never defeat the man before him.
“Lord Armstead, even if you’ve had Anabelle’s body, you’ll never have her heart! You broke her wings and imprisoned her in Allura’s room. You’ve manipulated and abused her. You probably never expected that she would jump out of the gilded cage you provided and bite you hard.”
“Lord Armstead, you’ll never encounter another woman as aloof and passionate as Anabelle in your lifetime. She’s on par with you, the most beautiful woman in the capital, radiating elegance and grace. She gave you her most fervent love and left you with the deepest pain, a pain that will haunt you for the rest of your life.”
Lord Armstead’s hand, holding a cigar, slowly stopped. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he had to acknowledge that Anabelle had bitten into his heart, a pain that would last a lifetime.
Armstead Family’s annual party.
A hurried private secretary approached the evening’s protagonist, Deacon, and whispered, “CEO, we just received news. Your mother-in-law and mother went to the club to find your younger brother. They were caught by CEO Robert and General Armstead in a compromising situation. Everyone has already dispersed.”
Deacon, “…”
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What?
His mother-in-law and mother went to the club to find his younger brother?
Three black lines appeared on Deacon’s forehead,
“CEO, the party has reached the climax. It’s time for your first dance. You can go on stage now and draw the lucky number card to choose your dance partner.”
The private secretary returned to the main topic.
Deacon pursed his lips and temporarily set aside the matters concerning his father, mother, father-in-law, and mother-in-law.
In the party hall, Clara was surrounded by a group of celebrities, and everyone looked at her with envy.
“Look, Mr. Armstead is on stage. Mr. Armstead’s first dance is about to begin.”
The party hall was filled with the lively sound of music, and the main event of the evening was about to begin.
Deacon stood tall and handsome on the podium at the center of the dazzling lights. His flawlessly perfect features appeared to be bathed in a layer of golden radiance, making it difficult to look directly at him.
The noble ladies blushed and gazed at him, their hearts pounding in a frenzy.
They all wanted to have the first dance with Deacon, but recently, rampant rumors about him and Princess Visionary led everyone to speculate that the lucky number tag had already been designated for Princess Visionary.
They all gathered around Clara,
“Princess Visionary, did Mr. Armstead choose you? Are you going to dance the first dance with him later?”
“Princess Visionary, we truly envy you.”
Showered with such attention, Clara had blossomed into a radiant smile. She remembered asking Deacon in the elevator carlier if he had chosen her, and he had mysteriously promised her a surprise.
This surprise was likely dancing the first dance with him.
Clara looked up at Deacon, and at that moment, his deep and narrow eyes faintly swept over to her.
It was like a confirmation and an implication, and Clara’s heart began to race.
At that moment, Clara glanced sideways and happened to see Oriana standing in a corner.
Oriana was maintaining a low profile tonight, and her demeanor resembling that of a maid meant that no one was engaging with her.
The contrast between her situation and Clara’s was like night and day.
Clara even straightened her posture, exuding pride and confidence akin to a fully spread peacock.
At this moment, the personal secretary took the stage and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the highlight of tonight’s event is about to begin. Now, please welcome our CEO to personally draw the lucky number tag. The lady with the matching number will have the honor to dance the first dance with our CEO.”
Everyone had already picked up their number tags when they entered, one for each person.
Clara looked at her number tag in her hand it was number 29.
She was nervous, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.
Even though she knew she was chosen, until Deacon publicly announced it, she couldn’t help but feel uncertain.
Deacon began to draw the lucky number tags.
Despite knowing there was a pre-selected candidate, the noble ladies remained anxious, fearing being chosen.
The whole room held its breath in anticipation.
Oriana stood in the corner, deeply disappointed with Deacon. She knew the first dance had nothing to do with her, so she was busy eating a piece of cake.
Deacon had probably already chosen Clara, right?
Oriana glanced at Clara’s proud peacock-like demeanor and adjusted her dress, ready to take the stage as soon as Deacon announced her.
Deacon had already selected the lucky number tag.
Although aware of the pre-selected candidate, the noble ladies were still nervous. What if they were chosen?
The whole room waited with bated breath.
The personal secretary stepped forward, “Ladies and gentlemen, the climax of tonight’s event is about to start. Now, let’s invite our CEO to personally draw the lucky number tag. The lady with the matching number will have the honor to dance the first dance with our CEO.”
As the personal secretary spoke, the laughter grew louder, and many people began to laugh.
Clara stood on the podium, unsure whether to leave or stay.
Her smile froze, embarrassment pushed to its limits.
She realized the noble ladies who had flattered her earlier were now whispering and pointing at her, finding her actions amusing.
Clara could clearly hear their comments, her face turning red as she felt humiliated and embarrassed. However, she didn’t want to believe or give up, so she looked at Deacon, “Mr. Armstead, is this a mistake? How many numbers did you actually draw?”
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