Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Juliet instantly shielded Daphne, raising her voice in protest, "No hitting! So she said some mean things, we can apologize, or let you hurl insults back, okay?"

Tarquin frowned deeply, "So it's always been Elysia who took the beatings?"

That was indeed the case, and Juliet along with Blake remained silent.

With a dark expression, Tarquin stated, "When you guys lay hands, it's a slap across the face, but my people? They might just break her."

Blake gasped, wanting to retort but didn't dare.

Anyone casually throwing around millions clearly wasn't to be messed with.

Gritting his teeth, Blake raised his hand and slapped Daphne hard!

The slap was so forceful it knocked her to the ground!

Daphne fell, sitting on the floor, covering half her face in disbelief, "Dad! You hit me?!"

This was the first time Blake had hit her; it had always been Elysia before.

Juliet rushed to her daughter's side, fuming at Blake, "Are you insane? Why would you hit your own daughter?!"

Blake, too, was heartbroken and snapped, "All she does is spew insults. It's because she's been spoiled rotten. A slap will teach her a lesson, make her think twice before speaking recklessly!"

Juliet, tears welling up in her eyes, responded, "But that's no reason to hit someone. An apology would have sufficed, look at her face, it's swollen. She's grown so much, and I've never laid a hand on her, how could you?"

"That's your chance then, you hit her!" Tarquin said coldly.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Juliet was taken aback, "What?"

Tarquin declared, "One slap is definitely not enough, keep going."

Juliet was shocked, "You want a mother to hit her own daughter? How could you be so heartless? Yes, she was wrong to insult your son, but she's already been slapped!"

Tarquin, cutting to the chase, warned sternly, "If I'm not satisfied with how this is handled, none of you are leaving this room!"

Blake, fearing the loss of the money at stake, wanted to quickly appease Tarquin to leave with the cash.

He could only vent his frustration on Juliet, "I've always said not to spoil her! You never listened, and look where that's gotten us! She needs to be disciplined! Hit her! If you don't want all three of us to end up dead here, you better do it!"

Daphne was terrified, "Dad! Mom..."

Seeing her daughter's pitiful state, Juliet couldn't stop her tears, "I, I can't do it."

Tarquin signaled his bodyguard with a glance. The bodyguard stepped forward, forcibly grabbing her hand to strike!

"Smack! Smack! Smack-"

With each slap, Daphne and Juliet wailed out loud.

The room echoed with the crisp sound of slaps and the heart-wrenching cries of mother and daughter.

The atmosphere was grim, unsettling.

Daphne's face hurt!

Juliet's hand hurt, her heart ached even more!

Blake watched, his eyes brimming with tears...

For Juliet, having to physically discipline Daphne was more painful than death itself!

For Blake, watching his daughter take hits without being able to do anything was unbearable. He wished he could gouge out his eyes.

They had struggled to have Daphne, and they had never had the heart to lay a hand on her!

Even when Daphne was mischievous as a child, they would vent their frustration on Elysia instead!

"Stop, please stop! I'm begging you..." Daphne screamed, Juliet cried out for mercy, but Tarquin remained indifferent.

He just sat back on the couch, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette with an impassive expression.

They had always chosen to hit Elysia, sparing their own daughter, but today, he'd make sure they had their fill!

By making Juliet strike with her own hand, and Blake witness it all, he aimed to inflict pain.

To make them hurt, make them feel the agony!