Hidden Flash Marriage: Love Me Back, Mr CEO

“No, my child. You’re not like that. I trust you.”

These words made Mia break into tears once again. Madam Grace trusted her blindly. If this woman, with whom she wasn’t related to, by blood, could trust her, why couldn’t her father trust her?

Why didn’t he?-why wouldn’t he?

The poor girl sobbed silently.

Madam Grace heard some movement upstairs and said to the girl: “Wipe your tears and run along now. If Master Arnold comes back downstairs and still meets you here, things will only get worse.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try my best to talk to him… I’ll see if he changes his mind.”

But they both knew Arnold Thompson wouldn’t budge a bit.

Once again, Mia was being kicked out of her house. Just that this time, she was being kicked out for good. There was no coming back.

Well, Madam Grace was right; she had to leave. If her father were to come downstairs and still meet her in his house, things would be disastrous.

He might have her locked up in jail-again. He did it before, he could do it again.

The first time it happened, Mia was just fifteen years old. She and Vivian were still living in the house with their parents then.

A huge sum of money had suddenly gone missing from their father’s room… When Arnold noticed this, he vowed to let the thief pay for stealing from him.

After searching everywhere for the money, it was later found in Mia’s room. Under her pillow.

Without caring that the thief was his daughter, Arnold immediately requested for Mia to be arrested and locked up. Mia had spent two nights in jail as punishment. If not for Madam Grace who pleaded on her behalf, she would have spent more days in jail.

Mia had suspected that the setup was her stepmother’s handwork. To confirm her suspicion, when she got back from jail, Barbara confessed to her.

The woman had laughed and mocked her, declaring that everyday she spent in the house with her would be hell.

And it was indeed hell for her until she began high school and had to move out with her sister.

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Mia wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and slowly stood up from the floor.

She picked up her bag and began to drag her feet out of her father’s house.

Madam Grace opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t bring any words out. She was unable to find any word that would comfort the girl.

The aged woman simply watched in helpless silence, as Mia walked out of the living room.

Mia’s head hung low as she moped down the streets. Even when she reached the main road, she didn’t hail a cab. Instead, she continued trekking.

As she walked farther and farther away from her father’s house, she started to cry bitterly.

It wasn’t until her legs became completely heavy to carry her anywhere again that she came to a halt. She crouched down to the ground and poured her eyes out until there were no more tears left to cry.

After several minutes had passed, she slowly stood up on weak legs, and flagged down a taxi that took her straight to Magnificent.

As soon as the taxi arrived outside the residence’s main entrance, Mia paid the driver and weakly stepped out of the cab.

Since commercial vehicles weren’t allowed in the residence, she showed her pass to the security men and began to walk the mansion.

When she arrived at home, she murmured a greeting to the maids and headed straight upstairs, to her room. There, she cried more tears.

By the time she stopped crying, it was already late in the evening and it was starting to get dark. From the bed, Mia looked out through the window and heaved a sigh.

It had been a while now since she arrived and she was still unable to get the whole scenario out of her head.

Hmph.

Shrugging off the duvet, Mia headed downstairs at once. Enough was enough.

She needed to get rid of sorrows.

Without thinking twice, she darted towards the wine cellar situated under the stairs, and swiftly opened the frameless glass door.

She scrutinized the drinks and didn’t find any familiar.

Nevertheless, without wasting any time, she took out a transparent bottle that had a white capping.

With the bottle of liquor in hand, Mia walked straight to the dining room and settled herself on one of the chairs. With a swift movement of her fingers, she flicked off the cap and chugged down a mouthful of the bottle’s content.

It was extremely bitter in her mouth but she didn’t care. She beared with the taste and gulped it down.

Immediately, her chest burned hot and Her eyes started to turn.

Mia put down the bottle on the table and fixed the lid. The little she drank was already starting to make her grow bananas.

Two hours later.

The CEO’s car drove straight into the mansion and stopped right in front of the front door that led inside.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Today, the CEO didn’t drive himself home, it was his personal chauffeur that drove.

Imposingly, Shawn stepped out of the car as one of the guards held open the car door. All the guards that were present at the moment bobbed their heads in respect at the sight of the big boss.

Immediately Shawn stepped in, a faint smell of alcohol filled his nostrils. His brows furrowed at this.

Just as he walked further into the lounge and began to proceed upstairs, he caught sight of a silhouette in the dining area and he stopped right in his tracks.

Instinctively, he sauntered across the lounge to the dining room, and he met that girl-the girl-sitting on a chair, and slumped over the dining table.

His brows knitted the more.

“What are you doing here?” His eyes flickered all over the girl as he asked her irritably.

Mia’s head shot up at the sound of the man’s annoying voice and her chin angled up so she could take a look at who was speaking.

Her eyes were bloodshot red.

It wasn’t until now that Shawn took notice of the bottle of vodka standing on the table, before her. The girl had drunk a quarter of the bottle’s content.

‘What’s the meaning of this rubbish?’ The corners of his mouth twitched in irritation.

“Whooooo are-you?” The drunk girl narrowed her eyes at him.

Shawn scoffed at this.

Who was he? In his house??? He found it hard to believe his ears.