Jennie
Grace Manoban.
I know that Chris is the one for me. I have seen how his eyes follows me around when I went for a horse ride. I'm going to be engaged to Mark in two months time, but I just can't seem to feel anything for my fiancé. I know that I should be honest with him, but Mark hardly has time for me. He's so busy with work and making preparations for the wedding. He doesn't look at me the way that Chris does.And I know for a fact that if I married Mark, I'd just be the trophy wife of another wealthy man tucked away in the corner, taking care of his children while he did whatever he wanted outside of the house.
I don't want that life!
I don't want to marry Mark!
I closed the journal for a moment, wondering who exactly was Grace Manoban. Have I heard that name before? Is this the entry that Bambam wanted me to read? I opened the journal again and started reading it.
Chris and I spent a lot of time together, whether it was for horse riding or just reading books together. I'm always with him. His smile makes my heart melt. I love him with all my heart and I know that he loves me, too.
June 3rd
Tonight I sneaked out of my room and went to the other wing. It was pretty late. Chris lives in the servants quarters of the mansion. His room was bare, except for one bed and a table that held a small night light. Some of his clothes hung in the small closet next to it.He didn't have much, but he could give me what I wanted. And that was love.
I visited Chris often in the servants quarters.
I turned the pages because it droned on and on about how Chris looked, even his outfits were mentioned, along with every visit and their talks about the weather. I wasn't interested in learning about the weather. I needed the juicy bits of their past. Turns out Bambam thought the same too; the pages with repetitive passages about Chris' physical description weren't dog-eared.
It was pretty clear that Grace Manoban had like a massive crush on Chris. I stopped flipping pages when I found the page marked for reading.
June 10th
We were exchanging kisses when no is around. It is thrilling yet amazing. I like how my heart keeps fluttering with him around.Today when my family had gone out, we made love. And then I was snuggled up in his arms when I told Chris that my family would never agree to our marriage, especially my father.
So I told him an alternative.
July 29th
I'm pregnant.When Dad found out, he had no choice but to accept my relationship with Chris.
I told Mark the truth. I couldn't hide anything from him any longer and he was upset at first, but he told me that it was for the best. He liked me, but he wasn't in love with me, and we should not settle for anything less.
Father put out one condition before I got married and I hated him for it. I had never wanted his wealth, the power, or the legacy that came with the Manoban name.
He told me that my husband would have to marry into our family and bear the Manoban name. If there was no male heir, the women in our family may take over, and that meant the husband would be a Manoban and live in the mansion.
Those are the rules.
Chris agreed to them because he loves me and he didn't care about anything else.
Chris will now be known to everyone as Chris Manoban.
My amazing, and gorgeous husband Chris.
It is the start of my new happy ending. I never thought that I would be able to get what I want, but here it is, a handsome, loving husband and our baby on its way.
Chris and I talked about it. We are going to name our firstborn child – Lalisa.
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