Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
Alpha said in his deep voice, “I have made a will and divided the immovable property and movables in my name. Deacon is the most like me. I have peace of mind entrusting the Armstead family and the entire Armstead corporation to him. As for Marvin…”
Referring to Marvin, Reuben’s nerves froze, he hesitantly asked: “Sir, do you want to know the background of the young master Marvin…?”
Alpha shook his head and mumbled: “Although Marvin is not my child, his eyebrows and eyes are too similar to his mother’s. When he was young, I tried many times to be cruel, but it was impossible.”
“When Marvin was a child, he knew that I didn’t like him. I remember one time he fell while walking when he was just learning to walk. When he fell to the ground, his little hands were tired. He saw me but didn’t dare ask me to hug him, but hid his injured little hands.”
“Then I went a long way, and I saw Bounty through the glass. She hugged Marvin then was very distressed, Marvin still looked at my back, then buried his little face in his aunt’s lap, his small mouth pouting painfully.”
“After this, Marvin slowly grew up. He left home very early. I knew he wasn’t close to Lily. Huh, how can Anabelle’s biological son be close to Lily?”
“As Marvin grew up, he became more and more like his mother. He had a unique medical talent and accomplishment. He was incredibly handsome, with a talent for chilling beyond the sky. He was exactly like his mother, Anabelle.”
“Slowly, I really started to get used to Marvin’s existence. Bounty liked him so much as if it were an arrangement of fate. Marvin made up for Bounty’s regret at not being a mother, and he’s been with Bounty all those years. Those years, I was so lonely. As time goes by, I’ve long been used to looking for Anabelle’s figure in Marvin.”
“So I think, forget it. Besides me and you, don’t let the third person know about Marvin and the story that she gave birth to two sons.”
Reuben had been in the Armstead family for decades and had worked carefully. Except for Alpha, he is the only one who knows about Marvin’s background.
Marvin isn’t Lily’s son at 11
His biological mother is… Anabelle!
At that time, Anabelle’s second child wasn’t a girl but a boy, and Marvin was the baby she delivered by cesarean section.
Alpha just left Reuben to handle this alone, and it went smoothly. It’s ironic how Lily has given all her heart to Marvin all these years, but how does she know that she raised someone else’s child after all the trickery?
Alpha has ruled the Armstead family since the age of 18, and he has become the heir to the new generation. He’s been in a high position and strategizing for over 30 years. He was a born emperor, a legend, and everyone admired him.
Reuben respectfully nodded, “Yes, sir.”
Alpha’s deep eyes fell on the property division document, he continued. “For these two sons, I gave all movable property to Deacon and all real estate to Marvin, and divided them equally. After I die, there will be a lawyer to enforce legal effect.”
Alpha explained his story in his deep voice. He knows his health well. After so many years, his doomsday was near.
Reuben’s eyes were red, only he knew that Alpha had a heart attack.
The plot to sweep the Armstead family that year hurt too many people. When Anabelle left, the rest of the Armstead family including Mrs. Samantha, Alpha, Bounty, and Deacon… all lived very badly. Alpha started coughing up blood years ago. Sometimes Reuben feels that the person he hates the most is probably… Anabelle. Without her, his boss wouldn’t have had a heart attack. Seeing Anabelle for the first time in the hospital, the No. 1 noble’s gaze was wrong all his life.
Reuben didn’t know how much psychological suffering his master had endured over the years. Every time he faced his sister Bounty, how painful it was? When he looked at Marvin, who was born to Anabelle and Marcus, and when he stayed in place and waited day after day, how lonely it was? How many long nights and despair he had experienced?
This heart disease is like a wild black flower. Physical illness can be cured, but m ental illness is incurable.
This was how Alpha reached his destination step by step.
Just now he asked Anabelle if she ever loved him, just waiting for her words, but her answer never changed: never!
Reuben looked at Alpha on the main seat with red eyes. He sat against the lamp, his face hard to see Reuben asked, “Sir, what are you going to do?”
Reuben knows Alpha too well. Anabelle is his biggest obsession, and he can’t let her go for the rest of 16!
his life. If he dies, what will he do with Anabelle?
Speaking of this, Alpha raised his head and glanced at Reuben, slowly pursed his thin lips into a light arc, and whispered some words: “How about a burial?”
A burial?
These words made Reuben freeze.
“I’ve been looking for her for so many years. It’s like I’ve spent two-thirds of my life with her. Now she is still very young, exactly like before. When I tease her, she will blush from embarrassment and anger. I don’t want to give her to another man. No one else is allowed to put a finger on my woman.”
“She’s been on the run for years. Even if she’s back now, I can sense that she’s trying to draw a line with me. How can I let her achieve it? I want her to stay with me, sleep with me, and die with me so that she can’t escape.”
“However, I haven’t decided yet. I still need to think about it…cough cough…”
Alpha started coughing again.
Reuben quickly said, “Sir, there’s no need to rush now. You still have a lot of time to think. You should rest first. I think you’re very tired.”
Alpha stood up, saying: “Okay, I’ll go rest.”
Alpha returned to the bedroom. He lay on the bed and began to sleep, having a very long dream. In fact, the years he and Anabelle spent together weren’t only painful, but also happy times. Bounty lost her child, dealing a fatal blow to the entire Armstead family. In the face of Bounty’s hysteria, he still protected Anabelle in his arms.
In front of him, one side is his relative, the other is his true love. With his heart full of demons, he gradually developed heart disease. When he first coughed up blood, he was only 27 years old. It was the euphoria of his life, but the doctor informed him that his heart had begun to fail.
He had a cold war with Anabelle for a while, but by coincidence, Anabelle was pregnant with her eldest son Deacon at the time.
After she gave birth to Deacon, he didn’t know what happened to her, but during that time, her personality changed dramatically. She no longer coldly resisted him but began to be gentle.
In the evening when he returned from work, she would leave a lamp for him, and she and her son would sleep in his big bed under the dim light.
He stood by the bed, leaning down to kiss his son’s face. His tall body crouched down, holding her and their child in his arms. When he looked at her, she quietly opened her eyes. She looked at him. with her beautiful, watery almond eyes. There was a fountain of clear water in her eyes. Although she didn’t sifile, her eyes were as clear as stars, gentle to the bone, sparkling and stirring people’s souls.
His heart was completely taken by her, so he bent down to kiss her.
She no longer resisted. On the contrary, she raised her two small arms around his neck, gently responding to him.
Deacon would cry from hunger. Although there was a nurse in the Red Velvet room, she fed him herse
She pushed Alpha away with her face flushed and would turn aside to breastfeed her son secretly.
He refused to leave. His thin lips pressed close to her ear, whispering, “The nurse said you had a lo of milk. Deacon can’t eat it all. If you feel swelling, you have to squeeze it out…”
The funni
She covered his mouth in panic.
He stared at her: “I can help you.”
In her confused gaze, he pushed her down, with one side being Deacon and the other being him.
She was both worried and scared, her small hands clutching the bed sheet, quickly pulling the bed sheet into folds. His slender fingers would slip into her small hand, intertwined with hers.
In the end, under her half-accepting resistance, he had a good time with her.
When she fell asleep tiredly, Deacon sometimes cried so he stood up and hugged the little boy and used awkward positions to lull him to sleep.
That period was the happiest time of his life. The girl he loved became his wife and the mother of his son. The awkward love affair was too late to say. It seemed that her love for him was as turbulent and intense as his love for her.
He thought that would be his life.
But who could know that she was actually pretending? She contacted Marcus again.
In fact, Alpha didn’t want to think about the memory after that, and he never thought about it in all these years.
The day she brought Marcus to the Red Velvet room, she ruined herself as well as him.
Those days he went to work. Because he missed her and their child, he returned a day earlier than planned, wanting to surprise her.
He returned to the Red Velvet room, walked to the bedroom, and reached out to push the door open, but the next second froze.
Because there was a voice from within, an abnormal voice.
It was Anabelle’s soft, waxy voice, “Marcus, be gentler. I can’t stand it…”
He immediately froze, and his black pupils suddenly shrunk. He didn’t mishear her voice. When he was infatuated with her countless nights, she would make the same sound, begging him to let her go…
It’s just that now her voice is more subtle and seductive than usual.
He was stunned for a few seconds, raised his long leg, and kicked the bedroom door open with a bang.
He never forgot the sight he had seen all these years.
On the bed, Anabelle sat on top of Marcus, their clothes in disarray, the man’s wheat skin rubbing against the woman’s white skin, making his eyes sore.
It was Marcus who saw him first, pulling up the clothes to protect Anabelle, then she turned around.
The woman smiled at him.
He thought that his face must have been hideous then, his bright red eyes staring at her, but she wasn’t scared at all, slowly getting out of bed.
-She had almost taken off all her clothes, except for her two-piece dress, her small snow-white feet stepped on the soft woolen carpet, each step exuding a seductive charm.
Anabelle, a talented girl from a generation that was once cold and elegant, was pampered by him with such passionate affection in the Red Velvet room.
She looked at him, a smile in her beautiful almond eyes. She asked, “Alpha, why did you come back? Didn’t you say you would come back tomorrow? I’m sorry to let you see this. Are you surprised?”
“Me and Marcus were childhood sweethearts. You forced me to marry you and keep me here. I’ll tell you the truth. I have never forgotten Marcus even for a day! I always want to escape from you!”
“But who are you? You’re Alpha Armstead. No matter where I run away, you’ll catch me back. I can’t beat you. But it’s okay. I have carefully planned and prepared a great gift for you!”
“Alpha, do you think I’ve become abnormal after having a baby? You shouldn’t be so naive as to think I love you. Don’t be so infatuated. I’ve never loved you before. Every minute and every second spent with you, I feel so disgusted. I lied to you, let your guard down, gave you hallucinations, then pushed you from heaven to hell. Alpha, you must be finding it hard to hear it now!”
“Alpha, I hate you. I really hate you. You ruined my life so I want revenge!”
Every word she said filled his eardrums. He glared at her with his red eyes and clenched his fists. All his reason was burned to ashes
He stepped forward on his long legs, grabbed her slender wrist forcefully, and pulled her away. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to go with him.
He turned his head to look at her faintly, coldly smiled, and said: “I was wrong. Letting Marcus live for the past two years was my biggest mistake. He should have died a long time ago, right?”
Hearing such a threat, Anabelle was startled. She followed him.