Brandon Stevens' Pauper Princess | Book I |

Chapter 27

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Brandon's POV

I had to confess that at first, the idea of marrying Hannah disturbed me. I despised her father and I knew I wasn't close enough to forgetting what he did to my old man twenty years ago.

I plotted against him, trapped him into a billion debt I knew all too well he couldn't pay back.

I wanted to turn him into a beggar asking for coins along the streets, see him impaired and suffering. More than that, I framed him up.

I kept every little evidence that could lead to the right person behind the murder just to make sure he would rot in prison the rest of his life.

It was Rob Hunt who killed Kevin Ganham. It was an accident, the murder was never intentional, and it was me who advised him to set up Johnson. I paid him to swindle from Johnson's Incorporated too.

But Hannah came into the picture unexpectedly and all my resolve began to crumble down. My vengeful doings all became a shameful act and injustice for my beautiful wife.

Had I met her sooner before I wronged her father, I would've thought twice, and probably I didn't pursue revenge. But now it's done, I couldn't turn back time and dreaded the time she discovered how evil I was. Afraid that I would lose her soon.

Also, when I promised to see her last month, I didn't go. Because I became so confused that day. For a month I managed not to see her but then she came and told me she was pregnant. And I had to marry her.

Hannah was humming happily beside me in the car. I held her hand to mine but I refused to talk the whole drive only gave her nods when she addressed me. The driver was whistling and I envied them for having a light mood very unlike of what I felt at the moment.

I was disturbed because I was having frequent nightmares. And when I woke up I felt lethargic. I had these nightmares since I was a kid and it stopped when I went to college but now it began to disturb my nights again. When I woke up in the middle of the night, Hannah was always there to soothe me. And followed by lovemaking.

I closed my eyes and relived our night together. I was physically drawn to her and I found our private moments together only pleasuring each other's bodies very satisfying. I craved for her even now.

Somehow, I tried to be patient with her, smoothed my rough manner to her because of my guilt over what I had done to her the previous month.

The moment had come, I sat beside Hannah and across me there was Wilson with an expression of disapproval. What I felt was pure hatred as I came face to face with the man who's behind my fatherless life. I met his hateful glare but preferred to speak none. If it wasn't for Hannah my well-reserved temper probably broke down by the sight of Wilson.

"I told you you're not allowed to see me. What if someone figures out your true relation with me? They might begin harassing you. What are you doing here with Stevens anyway?"

Hannah fidgeted on her seat and slipped her arm through mine, seeking courage. Hannah's wedding ring caught Wilson's eyes and his nostrils flared with unconcealed anger, finding answer to his questions.

"You married this man?" Wilson asked his daughter in disbelief.

"David didn't tell you?" Hannah asked.

"No. So this is why you've been missing, you found a nest under his roof! He's a player Hannah! And how thoughtless of you not to ask for my approval? You've decided without seeking my advice?!"