Married To Mr Arrogant

Married to Mr. Arrogant

Subtitle: Getting to know him

Written by : Marvy Hyacinth

“Goodnight.”

Paul smirked and had almost pulled the plug before Alexa rushed in.

“STOP!”

She screamed loud enough, Paul got a little scared and confused, his hand slipped away from the plug. But he couldn’t have Alexa know it was him, so he changed plans so he could make an escape.

“Who are you?”

He masked up his real voice and voiced over.

“Stop with the act, Paul! I know it is you! I stood at the door eavesdropping on you both for a moment, thinking you wouldn’t do anything stupid, but I was wrong. Trying to kill my husband?”

Alexa spoke and asked, stunning Paul for a second.

“Oh, so you know it is I. What a shame.”

“How dare you try to kill my Fiancee?!”

Alexa thundered again.

“I was just helping you, yunno? His Dad killed yours, so I was trying to help you get revenge on him.”

Paul smirked in his hood.

“Stop lying!”

Alexa muttered.

“About what? That his father is your Dad’s killer and your fiancée is an accomplice?”

Paul asked on purpose, trying to intoxicate her with the same thinking madness he got, thanks to Anderson.

Alexa placed her two palms over her head as if to stop something.

“Stop… Just stop! I know you’re lying.”

She said desperately.

“You know I’m not. You’re only denying it because you’re also in love with him and you always hated those who kill, so you’re trying to convince yourself that the truth is a lie, because you’re caught up in between your love and justice for your Dad.”

Paul said gently sway-walking towards her, making her move backwards.

“You know something? It’s a pity you love someone like him when you could fit perfectly on my bed, with your legs spread wide for me to lick, suck, pleasure and pleasure myself with every single day. Your body’s so pretty, I wouldn’t mind fvcking your p*ssy every SINGLE day!”

Paul said, sounding all dirty to Alexa, but when she raised her hand to slap him, someone came through and did it for her.

“Who are you to speak to my fiancee that way?”

Anderson asked and hit him again.

“Anderson, stop it. You’re not well. You should be resting.”

Alexa called out to him, but he ignored her.

No one could insult his fiancée!

No one should talk to his fiancée dirty… Apart from him!.

No one should have eyes on his fiancée… Even for one split second! He’d split the person into two perfect halves!!

No one… No one! Should ever dare look on his fiancée as a sex tool!

He repeated over and over in his head as he continued hitting Paul on the floor.

“You scumbag! I never even did anything to you. I was only protecting my little sister and made a mistake.”

Anderson muttered as he kneeled beside him, his fist hurt.

“A mistake that cost me my face… And money to fix a new one!”

Paul yelled, all bruised and battered.

“I’m…”

“Sorry?”

Paul interrupted.

“Sorry can’t fix the past.”

“Then, go to jail.”

Alexa said, making Anderson and Paul look towards her and notice there were cops in the room.

“You are under arrest, Mr. Peter Swartz.”

One of the cops said, and moved towards him, handcuffing and leading him out of the room.

“It isn’t over yet!”

Paul yelled as the cops took him away.

“Well, it is. For you.”

Anderson muttered loud enough and watched as the door closed after the cops.

Alexa moved to Anderson’s side immediately Paul was out.

“Why’d you do that!”

Alexa sobbed, tears running down her eyes.

“Do what?”

Anderson asked feigning oblivion as he stood up.

“Why would you fight in your sick state?”

Alexa asked, sobbing the more.

“Because I love you.”

“Huh?”

Alexa asked, lifting up her head to look at the man she loves.

Was he really admitting his love for her now? He never did… At least not with those three words to her hearing.

“I said I did it because I love you.”

Anderson smiled so lovingly at her.

“Before I reply to your confession, tell me… Did your Dad really kill my Dad?”

Alexa asked, all serious and all.

Anderson looked down.

“Yes. He did.”

He answered lowly.

“And you knew?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alexa asked, water leaking out her eyes.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I only found out recently too when I went to the headquarters of the Gang my Dad used to manage before and inspected the records since I took over his position.”

Anderson explained.

“So you are going to be a murderer too?”

Alexa scoffed.

“No. I’m not that ruthless… Against innocent people, that is.”

“Can you disband those people?”

“I… I can’t. It’s a family heritage, to protect everything under the GREEN name.”

Anderson said.

“Do it for me… If you want justice for my Dad, and need my forgiveness.”

Alexa sniffed.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Come, let’s get your fist all cleaned up and treated. It’s bleeding. You shouldn’t remove the injections and everything placed on you next time just to come fight for me.”

Alexa said and guided him gently to the bed.

“Alexa?”

Anderson called out.

“Yes?”

Alexa answered, making sure to avoid her eyes from meeting his and going about bandaging his fist.

“Are you avoiding my gaze?”

Anderson asked, feeling downcast.

“No. No, I’m not.”

Alexa lied as she tied up the bandage and moved away from him a little.

“Then, fvcking look at me!”

Anderson yelled, sadness clouding him.

Alexa flinched, but still didn’t turn around and look up at him.

“I’ll go get the Nurse for you.”

She said, her back still facing him and trotted away.

“Please, don’t go.”

Anderson pleaded.

“Why shouldn’t I? I obviously don’t matter to you as your so called family protectors.”

Alexa scoffed.

“Is this why you’re giving me an attitude?”

Anderson asked, unable to believe his ears.

“Attitude?”

Alexa asked sarcastically, her back still at him.

Suddenly, she faced him.

“I’m giving you an attitude? You should be on your knees, grovelling at my feet begging for forgiveness for you and your Dad! Do you realize your Dad KILLED my Dad?”

“I thought I already apologized.”

” ‘I thought I already apologized.’ ”

Alexa repeated mockingly.

“Such arrogance! You sound like an idiot… I hope you know?”

Alexa insulted him, reducing his ego to ashes and turned around once again to leave.

“Alexa?”

Anderson called out unsure and stood up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, get some rest.”

“Look, I’m sorry… Okay?”

Anderson called out to her again, trying to stop her from leaving, but she didn’t even stop to look at him and left, closing the door behind her.

“Alexa!!!”

Anderson yelled after her, hoping she’d come back to him… But she didn’t.

Quietly, he SOBBED.

.•♫• Phoebe’s Home •♫•.

“Dad! You won’t believe this! I hit the jackpot!”

Phoebe yelled all excited as she made her way to her Dad.

“Tell me, my dear.”

Greg’s face lit up, seeing his daughter all excited.

“So… You know that package with the key I got right?”

Phoebe questioned her Dad.

“Of course, you left here for that.”

Her Dad replied.

“The key was the key to a warehouse and in the warehouse held different rich designs of clothes and accessories.”

Phoebe revealed, feeling fly.

“So what happened to the clothes? Who had it?”

Greg asked, not feeling too good about the news his daughter just broke to him.

“They’re mine!”

Phoebe yelled and giggled, smiling.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“How the hell did that happen?”

Her Dad screamed.

Shocked at her Dad’s scream, she replied.

“I was gifted it.”

Hearing Phoebe’s answer, Greg broke out in cold sweat.

“I don’t feel too good about this. Who in his| her right mind would give out a warehouse as a gift and not reveal him| herself?”

“Oh don’t be such a party pooper. Be happy for me. I can finally start up my fashion line without help from any one.”

Phoebe rolled her eyes at her Dad.

“I’m just being careful, that’s all.”

Her Dad shrugged.

…

Somewhere in April’s house

…

“How did it go?”

April smiled as she stood out in balcony, holding the beautiful metal rail, looking at the beautiful sight of buildings in the estate.

“She fell for it.”

The girl replied and bowed.

“That’s great. You can leave.”

April ordered.

“Yes miss.”

The girl bowed once more and retreated.

Slowly, a creepy smirk crept up her lips.