Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride




Arianne Wynn held her breath, suddenly realizing that her wish to end her current predicament was nothing but a dream. He was already being merciful by sparing her a lifetime to make up for her sin, she had no right to choose...

"I'll go to sleep in the guest room." This was her last form of resistance.

"Try take another step!"

Mark Tremont's threat was bitterly cold, feeling like the freezing wind outside had gushed right into her heart.

She halted her stride and kept quiet, waiting for him to continue.

After a period of dead silence, his thin lips parted to speak again.

"You want to leave so badly? Okay, I'll fulfill your wish! On the premise that... you bear me a child!"

A child? He wanted her to give birth to a child? A child that belonged to them?

Arianne Wynn was suddenly reminded of the past when her mother left for another man without reservations or consideration for her. The taunting and insults that she faced since she was a child were still vivid in her mind.

Having a child was especially a taboo to her. In her mind, it required responsibility. It was not something as simple as a promise.

Nonetheless, Arianne yearned for freedom. She yearned to escape this life that was shackled by sin. Caught in a dilemma, the scales of morality ultimately fell out of balance.

"Okay."

Barely noticeable, surprise sparked deep within Mark Tremont's eyes as rage took over his mind. He clenched his jaw.

"You'll have to be capable of making me lay a finger on you then! Don't even think about leaving without a child!"

Arianne Wynn took in a deep breath and walked to him, unbuttoning his shirt with her trembling hands. Her thick eyelashes shook like a butterfly's fluttering wings. Unable to conceal the nerves in her gaze, she did not dare look up at him.

She had never been clear on the place Mark Tremont held in her heart. A person who had taken her in and took care of her for so many years had now become her husband...

With much reluctance, Arianne could not even undo one button due to her nervous state. Heaving from the man's chest was evident that he was already annoyed.

Overwrought, she stood on the tip of her toes and took the initiative to kiss him.

Warm lips pressed on the corner of Mark Tremont's mouth.

Arianne did not notice the man's darkening eyes.

Was she so eager to leave?

"Enough!" Mark Tremont pushed her away and swept the tea set on the coffee table seethingly to the floor The glass shards smashed and flew out cutting Arianne's uncovered ankle Blood dripped from her snow-white skin. Content belongs to Novelxo.org

The piercing pain put a frown between Arianne's brows as she staggered to stabilize herself. She stared at him in surprise and innocence.

Mark Tremont's hand raised subconsciously when he saw the wound on her ankle

before he put it down rigidly. Turning away slightly, his expression was icy.

"Do you think I'll touch a woman another man has put his hands on?"

He went into the walk-in closet afterward. Leaving as he slammed the door after getting changed.

The absurd outrage lingered, representative of the mess that stayed on the floor. When Arianne Wynn broke out of her trance after some time, the bleeding from Ker ankle had already made a blood stained patch on the floor Content belongs to Novelxo.org S

Mary came in opening the door and treated her wound with a worried look.

"Ari, have you gotten into an argument with sir again? This is how his temper is, you've got to cooperate with him a bit more, sigh..."

Arianne let out a humorless chuckle. "I've been compliant... I do whatever he asks me to..."

Why would he still get mad?

Mary was quiet for a moment before realizing, "The incident three years ago... has broken sir's heart. Ari, men are like that. You've gotta warm his heart up if he can't get over what's bugging him. That's life. I can see that sir likes you." Content belongs

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Arianne did not say anything back. Could she warm up Mark Tremont's heart?

No, anyone could but not her.

Mark Tremont did not return for the night.

Arianne had only fallen asleep much later into the night.