Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Regan pov: -

Yeah, let's go. Why not! I stood up with my fake enthusiasm and saw his smirk drop like a bomb.

Haha, take that richly bit*h.

"Let's go then," he said, taking my hand into his, kissing my knuckle, making me simile for the heck of the show. But on the inside, I was gagging. 'let's move before I throw all excellent food on your face. I muttered under my breath.

I might be incorrect if I say this house is big. Because it's freaking mention!! There were endless rooms, all having their separate bathrooms and walk-in wardrobe, these people were filthy rich, And here I am, who is struggling to put her one-time meal.

We walked and walked. I knew there was something wrong. Because of going from 'end to start,' we were going 'start to end. Which means we are out of everyone's eyes and hearing range by the end of the tour. My head is blowing loud warning signals—all red.

"You know, Regan, What I'm thinking right now," Alex whispers from behind me. We were standing in the last room of my ultimate tour.

"No. Not a clue". I wanted to say that. But not even a single alphabet came out of my mouth. Not even a plea

I gulped when I heard that click from the lock. All the hair on my neck rose in fright. I turned around, finding Alex a mere foot away from me. His five-o clock shadow was back. When he stepped closer to me, I could feel the room temperature increase to several degrees. It was too quiet for my liking. I can hear my heartbeat pumping. I wanted to figure out his next move, but I failed when he grabbed my hand pushed me back till my back slammed on a wall, hurting me like hell.

Chapter 1

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble.

"I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something!

Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind.

All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity.

I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze.

"Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!". He is annoying me now with his words. This person doesn't even realize that I'm trying hard to hold my tongue back.

"Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? Hmm?" he said in a dangerously low voice, looking straight into my eyes. Making me shiver and annoyed. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife."

"Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out. It was like poison coming out of my mouth.

I looked down, finding my escape from his grip. He looked at me, giving me a confused look when a smirk covered my face.

"Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Utterly oblivious to what is about to come.

I composed my happiness, concealing it with my 'I'm am innocent, like a kitty look.'

"Oh, you're about to find out," I said. In the sweetest voice I can come up with at that time.

Without giving him any warning, I kicked him where the sun didn't shine, making it extra painful.

He fell to his knees, clutching his family's jewels for the sake of his life.

I laughed at his expression of pain and made my way toward the door. It felt like I won an Oscar for my best performance.

I looked back for the last time.

"From now onwards, don't mess with me, a rich brat, or you won't be able to see your future child walking and giggling," I said. Pointing my finger to his hand, which by the way was still clutching his private area, as if scared that they might fall off, and closed a door with a bang.

Regan 1 Richey bitch 0.

Should I be scared that the devil is on my tail? Or should I enjoy my walk in this high-class mention? hmmm mmmm

I should enjoy it. I don't know what the next moment holds. I know he will find me eventually, and I am a hell of sure he will punish me too, but I could care less now.

I walked and walked where my legs would lead. "I think this is the way for the garden I saw when we first arrived here. Hum, let's see," but even after five more minutes of the walk, when I reached nowhere, I gave up and took my seat on the carpet, taking off my heels. Even though they were just two inches high, they were killing my feet. I sign.

Oh god, how will I get out of here if I sit like this? I had to do something, but nothing was coming up to my brain. It's like these walls are blocking my thoughts and ideas, so in my anger, I throw my shoe at the front fence, pulling my hair out in frustration. Why do people make a maze-like house, or why don't they put some map to guide through it.

Stupid Rich People.