Arranged Marriage: Beneath The Rumors

Chapter 51: How Dare You Cause Me

She didn't want to feed him, didn't want to be trapped in this moment with him.

she opened her mouth to question him seriously, But something in Lugard's eyes told her that disobedience would come at a steep price.

With a trembling hand, Lisa picked up another piece of food, her eyes locked on Lugard's as she brought it to his lips. his pink lips straight in a Heart thing line opened, his mouth beautiful and seductive, his white teeth very beautiful and well carved.

Lisa stared at him, Lugard's eyes never leaving hers, as she fed him, her heart heavy with a sense of surprise. how could God create this kind of handsome being that looks like a god, always causes commotion everywhere he goes, and gives him a cold personality. she wondered.

As soon as Lisa finished feeding Lugard, she rose from her seat with a quiet determination, her eyes cast downward. Without a glance or a word, she turned and ascended the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the silence like a slow, deliberate heartbeat. The soft rustle of her clothes and the gentle creak of the steps beneath her feet were the only sounds that broke the stillness as if the very house itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.

As Lisa walked away, Lugard's gaze lingered on her, his eyes fixed on the gentle sway of her steps, the quiet confidence in her posture. The soft rustle of her clothes, and the subtle creak of the stairs beneath her feet, seemed to fill the silence between them. And on his lips, a faint, unconscious smile played a subtle curve that escaped his own awareness. It was a fleeting moment, a whispered hint of emotions he couldn't quite name, a gentle softening of the lines that usually defined his face.

A call interrupted the silence, shrill in the stillness. Lugard's gaze flicked to the phone, his eyes narrowing as he checked the caller ID. His assistant. He picked up the call, his voice firm. "What's up?"

"Sir, there are many unsigned contracts and documents that have already piled up," his assistant said, a hint of urgency creeping into his voice. "We need your attention to move forward with the Anderson deal, and the marketing team is waiting for your approval on the new campaign."

Lugard's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes clouding for a moment before he refocused. "How many documents are we talking about?" he asked, his mind already shifting into high gear.

"About two dozen, sir. Shall I bring them to your office or would you like me to send them to your email?"

Lugard's gaze drifted to the stairs, his thoughts still lingering on Lisa for a moment before he turned back to the task at hand. "Bring them to my study room. I'll take care of it now."

"Right away, sir," his assistant replied, before hanging up.

Lugard set the phone down, his eyes scanning the opulent room before him. The soft glow of the chandelier, the rich wood paneling, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline – all reminders of his vast wealth and success. He rose from his chair, his movements fluid and confident, and strode towards the study room, ready to tackle the documents and seal the Anderson deal.

Lisa entered her room, the soft click of the door closing behind her a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside.

Lisa walked in, her delicate features etched with a mix of emotions. Her black and white eyes, normally bright and sparkling, now seemed dull and lifeless. She moved with a quiet grace, her slender figure swaying gently as she walked towards the mirror.

She felt frustrated, trapped, and helpless. Her gaze drifted to her wrist, the skin red and bruised from Lugard's angry grip earlier. She winced, remembering the pain and the fear that had coursed through her veins.

With a gentle touch, she traced the edges of the bruise, her mind replaying the events that had led to this moment. Lugard's words, his actions, the way he seemed to manipulate her emotions with ease. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the depth of his control over her.

Lisa's eyes welled up with tears, but she fought them back, refusing to give in to the emotions that threatened to consume her. Instead, she took a deep breath and moved to the mirror, her gaze locking onto her reflection.

As she gazed at her reflection, her eyes dropped to her wrist again, where a faint bruise was beginning to form. The skin was red and tender, a painful reminder of Lugard's tight grip from earlier. Lisa's gaze lingered on the bruise, her thoughts consumed by the desire to break free from the suffocating marriage.

At just twenty years old, Lisa was forced to get married, she felt like she was trapped in a loveless marriage. She demanded for the divorce like it is her favorite food with an indifferent attitude

"Let's get a divorce," Lisa murmured to herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes seemed to bore into her own soul, searching for the strength to break free from the suffocating marriage.

Meanwhile, in the study room, Lugard was immersed in a sea of documents, his assistant Dem standing before him.

Lisa's whisper was barely audible as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "Let's get a divorce," she murmured, the words hanging in the air like a challenge to the universe.

Unbeknownst to her, her thoughts had reached Lugard in his study, where he sat ensconced in his high-backed leather chair, surrounded by towering shelves of books and the soft glow of table lamps. His assistant, Raphael, stood before him, speaking in hushed tones as he gestured to the documents spread out on the mahogany desk.

"Sir, the Anderson deal is looking promising," Assistant Raphael said, "but we need your approval on the final contract."

Lugard's gaze remained fixed on the papers, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he sneezed, and Raphael eyes narrowed in concern. "Young master, do you catch a cold?"

A slight, enigmatic smile spread across Lugard's face, sending a shiver down Raphael spine.

Raphael heart raced as he wondered what had triggered the smile. It was a rare sight, one that only Lugard's younger sister, Kelly, usually saw. But this smile seemed different, almost... sinister.

"You dare to cause me, troublemaker, I will teach you a lesson later," Lugard murmured, his voice low and menacing.

Raphael's heart skipped a beat as he realized who Lugard was referring to - Lisa, the young mistress who had been causing ripples in the household with her growing discontent. He wondered what she had done this time to warrant Lugard's attention, and punishment he wondered what consequences would follow.

As Lisa emerged from the shower, her slender figure was enveloped in a rich, red nightgown that seemed to dance across her skin. The soft, silky fabric whispered secrets as she moved, its gentle rustle like a promise of warmth and comfort. The nightgown's vibrant hue brought out the golden undertones in her skin, casting a sun-kissed glow over her delicate features. Her soft eyes sparkled like morning dew, and her damp hair framed her face with a relaxed, effortless charm. Yet, beneath her vulnerable appearance, a hint of determination flickered like a flame, suggesting a depth and strength that was both captivating and intriguing.

Lisa walked towards her bed, her bare feet making barely a sound on the soft carpet.

She slipped under the covers, the red nightgown rustling against the sheets as she settled in. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep sigh, willing herself to relax and drift off to sleep.

But as the minutes ticked by, Lisa found herself growing more and more restless. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts of Lugard and their troubled marriage.

The memory of his sudden smile and menacing tone lingered, making her feel uneasy and on edge.