Chapter 73 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Oriana looked at him and let out a chuckle.

“That was years ago. That baby must be an adult by now. And that little girl that your mother liked so much might look so beautiful and enchanting by now.”

“After that day, my mother’s old friend disappeared with her daughter. I really didn’t witness her growth.” Deacon added.

“It means just one thing, that Mr. Armstead hasn’t searched for them in the last few years.”

A frown appeared on Deacon’s face. With his silence, Oriana could clearly grasp his response.

Oriana raised her right foot and kicked him hard. Deacon didn’t see that coming, he fell off the bed and rolled into the fluffy wool carpet.

Deacon’s handsome face was a little gloomy, his thin lips purser into an unhappy arc, and his aura was cold and powerful.

Oriana furrowed her brows and looked at him. Her clear, black eyes exuded a beautiful light.

“Mr. Armstead, let me inform you, I won’t be intimated. I’m not done dealing with

Pamela and now a little bride has surfaced.”

“Little brat, your ass is itchy, isn’t it?” Deacon cursed in a low voice, then quickly got up and climbed onto the bed, reaching for her.

Oriana was upset, but she was still in her senses. Deacon grabbed her slender ankle and dragged her under him. He turned her over and spanked her ass.

Oriana’s face instantly reddened. The spank didn’t cause her pain but it caused her shame. She grabbed his big hand and said,

“Deacon, you’re not allowed to be perverted.”

Deacon pressed his handsome face into her long hair and explained in a low voice,

“My mother really doesn’t have any friends, and she has a weak temperament. She likes very few people.My mother really liked that girl so much. If I can find that girl, I’ll treat her like my very own sister.”

While still underneath him, Oriana could uncomfortably feel his heaviness. She hummed unhappily.

“What kind of sister? Your mother found a sister for you, right? What if she wasn’t good–looking, would you still want her to be your sister?”

Deacon’s thin lips kissed her cheeks with overflowing affections. He didn’t expect her to be so jealous, although he liked it.

“I’m Deacon Armstead to you. But I’m very proud of myself, and not all women will like that. Unless that girl has a beautiful face like you, and also has your intelligence, tenacity, and bravery. It’s a pity that you’re the only unique person in this world. Apart from you, there’s no one else who can make my heart fall like this.”

Oriana felt that his tongue was sugar coated, so she reached out to push him.

Go away.”

Deacon stared at her and slowly let go of her. Oriana crawled back into her blanket and looked at his face.

“So, you and that little bride have only met once. Does she like you?”

Deacon pondered for a moment.

“She grabbed my finger.”

“How did she pull it?” Oriana stretched out her small hand and slowly pulled his index finger into her palm.

Deacon’s blinked severally, an image from years back suddenly surfaced in his memory. At that time, he was only seven years old. He stood by the cradle and looked at the little girl.

Not long after the baby was born, she was not wrinkled like other children. She had already polished and glowed.

At that time, she was lying on the goose–yellow blanket, staring at him with her big black eyes. Her little hands danced in the air, grabbing his slender index finger and grinning at him.

His mother had teased him,

“Look. Deacon’s little bride likes Deacon very much.”

Deacon looked at Oriana’s watery eyes, and her appearance suddenly overlapped with that of the little girl back then.

Deacon lowered his head and kissed her red lips. But Oriana avoided it. She quickly released his index finger and wrapped the silk around her body. She even scolded him.

“Mr. Armstead, you look so terrifying.”

Deacon swallowed hard, rolling his Adam apple. He reached out and hugged Oriana in his arms.

“Sleep, will you?” He muttered.

Oriana raised her face in his sturdy chest and wriggled her body.

“Mr. Armstead, how did your mother die?”

Oriana could feel that he loved his mother very much.

Deacon shut his eyes and his handsome face was calm.

“Mum cut open her stomach with a knife and took out the baby in it. She thought the baby was to be due on July, but the baby was already dead. It was a girl. Mum was devastated, she jumped off from a skyscraper, and her body was never found.”

Oriana froze. She was traumatized by the story and couldn’t regain her self for some moment.

She pondered on the amount of courage a woman would have to be forced to open her stomach with a knife.

Deacon rolled over and pulled her warm body into his embrace. He muttered,

“Oriana, I will never let go of your hand in the future. I’ll never let you go.”

Deacon laid still on the bed, but Oriana could roughly guess the sort of traumatic childhood that he had.

Oriana was particularly interested in the story of his childhood, and wanted knowing what really happened between. his parents.

Irregardless if she knew the story, Oriana was certain that Deacon was a victim of his parent’s misunderstandings. Some people were healed by childhood, and some people were healed from childhood throughout their lives.

Deacon was the latter.

Oriana felt sorry for Deacon, she reached out and hugged his waist, then nodded forcefully,

“Mr. Armstead, if you don’t leave, I won’t stop to bother you.”

Deacon’s strong arms suddenly tightened around her. When Oriana was about drifting off to sleep, she heard him whisper,

“Oriana, I’ll definitely get better…”

At dawn the following day, Deacon personally drove Oriana to the Ivory Council. When

Deacon’s Rolls–Royce phantom has vanished from sight, Oriana entered the entrance of the institute.

But immediately she walked in, she noticed that something wasn’t right. All eyes were glued to her, with murmurs and whispers accompanying their glare.

As Oriana entered the pharmacy, her phone beeped and a message from North popped up.

“I guess it’s really hard for Oriana to maintain a low profile.” North’s message was attached with a link.

Oriana clicked on the link and she was directed to the institute student’s group.

The first post that welcomed her was that of hers with Deacon, with an eye–catching title,

‘Oriana’s nightly meeting with Deacon Armstead, the president of the Armstead corporation.

Is this cheating, or true love?”

Below the title was a photo of Deacon hugging Oriana in the Armstead corporation’s hall.

Oriana stared at the photo and was certain that she had seen it prior. She hastily recognizes the picture to be the one that Divine had forwarded to her.

“How did the photos from Divine’s phone get exposed on the group?” Oriana pondered within. She glanced at the name of the poster and it was Divine’s account.

A frown appeared on Oriana’s face. She clicked the comment icon and read through it.

“Oriana actually hooked up with Deacon Armstead, the CEO of the Armstead’s corporation?

Tell me this is a dream!”

“How could our Ivory Council admit someone like Oriana?”

“So, it was Divine who exposed Oriana despite the fact that they are friends. Lol!”

“Oriana should be removed from our Ivory council immediately!”

Oriana read through some of the comments. She knew exactly what was going on.

Someone was desperately trying to make public her relationship with Deacon.

Oriana pursed her lips. She turned off her wifi and kept her phone into her bag. She chuckled lightly and began to catwalk majestically.

Lots of eyes were already glued to her, awaiting any action from her.

“This Oriana girl really is thick–skinned. She’s still walking so calmly even after her ass has been blown open. How arrogant!” One of the students muttered with disgust.

“Girl, if you were having an affair with Deacon Armstead, I bet you’ll even be more arrogant than she is!” Another girl chipped in enviously as she rolled her eyes at Oriana.

Someone suddenly pushed through the crowd, making her way to the front.

“Everyone, make way. Excuse me, please.” Divine said as she ran through the crowd.

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