Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride




Arianne froze before she slowly turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Focusing on the man so close to her, she told herself repeatedly that she could leave once she became pregnant and gave birth to a child. In spite of it, she was unable to make her next move. Not thinking straight, she said dumbly, "Your hair is still damp..."

In the next second, Arianne's soft lips were sealed. Their senses melded in the serene night as their breathing eventually became labored.

Accidentally meeting Mark Tremont's deep eyes, eyes that Arianne usually failed to decipher were currently glazed with intimacy. He was consumed with desire...

This time, Arianne no longer thought about escaping. Her hands went to rest on his chest, the warmth emanating to her palms felt familiar. It was the same feeling that day his hand held hers as a young girl. It was familiar and warm yet foreign and distant...

She was inexplicably afraid, afraid that he would suddenly remember she had lost her chastity three years ago. She feared that the thought would repulse him and consequently make him regret giving her the chance.

With an ulterior motive, Arianne hooked her legs over his hips hastefully. At the same time, the throbbing pain from her stomach put a frown on her. It was then that she recalled that she had not eaten anything for the entire day.

Not letting this rare opportunity slip by, she continued withstanding the pain in her stomach. However, it lingered and made her break out in profuse sweat.

Mark Tremont stopped his actions, panting when he realized that something was wrong with the person under him.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was coated with a scratchy undertone, hinting at her aching urge.

"No nothing..." Arianne gasped through her words. Mark Tremont's focused eyes had her comprehended her current painful state.

He could see her paling face clearly. The glaze in his eyes subsided, replaced by iciness.

"Gastric from not eating?"

Unable to endure the pain, Arianne nodded softly.

Mark Tremont got up and changed without hesitation. When he left, it was obvious that he was raging.

Soon enough, Mary came through the door with medication.

“Ari, take it quick. Gastric is horrible. You're too weak..."

Arianne tugged at her pajamas covering her bare body and smiled deprecatingly before she swallowed the medicine with some warm water.

Mark Tremont had no patience with her, it was the exact opposite with Aery Kinsey...

Three past midnight at the Nightlight bar, Mark Tremont's gaze grew hazy the more he drank. Meanwhile, Jackson West and Eric Nathaniel exchanged looks at each other. Content belongs to Novelxo.org

Finally, Eric lost his cool. "Hey, Mark, that's enough. What's up with you drinking so much? I have to report to sam the newly acquired company

tomorrow. Are you asking to

on my father? That's basically suicide." Content belongs to Novelxo.org

to bail

Mark Tremont stared at the alcohol in his glass, while he recalled the

expression of Arianne's enduring

pain when she laid below him. Tet

seize the opportunity, the chance of getting pregnant and escaping him, she could hold it all in even when she was in excruciating pain. How badly did she want to leave? Content

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Having come to the bar to contemplate his current train of thought, Mark Tremont downed the contents of his glass before smashing it on the floor.

"Fuck!"

He slumped back on the couch without further movement.

Jackson looked as if he just saw a ghost.

"Eric, did you hear what he said? For so many years, this is my first time hearing

him curse..."

Eric Nathaniel sighed. "He's probably venting. Snap out of it. Make the call."

Arianne was half asleep when she received a call. Her gastric had just calmed down and she was exhausted, reluctant to move a muscle.

"Hello?"

Jackson West's helpless voice sounded from the receiving end of the phone. "Sis in law... Mark's drunk. Can you come? It's the same place as last time..."