The Millionaire's Arranged Marriage Read Online Free Page A

Mister gets his mean streak from, honey. His parents are so nice, and they do all this charity work for the community...even his brothers are thoughtful, respectful men. Good men. But Mister, he’s an abuser...making you call him My Lord . He has some nerve!”
    “Has he done this to other women?”
    Beatrice shrugs. “Mister don’t never bring no woman home, but I imagine he’d treat them the same way he treats you. He likes to use women, and you know what fuh.”
    “If that’s the case, why’d his Mother want to marry him off so quickly?”
    “Don’t you see, honey... she trying to save that boy! It’s all in them marriage papers you signed. Didn’t you read any of it?”
    “No, not really. Padma just handed me a piece of paper and told me to sign it, so I did.”
    “Well, let me tell you sumthin’...now Ms. Bea ain’t one for nosying ‘round, but I was cleaning Mister’s room and came ‘cross them papers. It said sumthin’ ‘bout Mister can’t have no relations wit’ any other woman while he’s wit’ you, which is the only reason he creeps up in your room every Tuesday and Thursday night.”
    I look at her in shock. I didn’t realize she knew that. How embarrassing...
    “What? You didn’t th ink Ms. Bea knew. I pretty much knows ‘bout er’thang that goes on in this here house. So back to them papers...it say if he ends the marriage, you know, by kicking you out or leaving you, he’s cut clean out of his parent’s will, and you know they rich peoples. Now, if you end the marriage, it say you forfeit the money Mrs. Padma gave you. But forgetting about the money for a second, you can’t continue to put up with Mister’s abuse, Mrs. Gabrielle. Now, if you don’t say nothing to Mrs. Padma, I will.”
    “Beatrice, no. Dilvan would kill me.”
    “How he gon’ know? Think ‘bout it...he’s leaving for California tomorrow and he won’t be back ‘til Sunday. You could be looong gone by then, honey.”
    She was absolutely right. Surely, Padma would understand me when I told her how badly Dilvan had been treating me and that I’d been enduring his mental torture for six months . I could be packed and out of here and it would be perfect to do this while Dilvan was on a different coast.
    I hear the front door open and cringe . I immediately pull my plate back in front of me while Beatrice hurries up out of the chair she was sitting in and disappears off into the kitchen. I quickly glance up and back down again because Dilvan is standing there, with black shades on, looking in my direction.
    “You couldn’t wait for me, huh?” he says.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what time you were going to be home, My Lord.”
    “Where’s Tyson?”
    “He went to buy some supplies, My Lord.”
    I hate feeling so scared all the time. I was hoping Dilvan would forego dinner and continue to his room, but he pulls out the chair in front of me, takes a seat then set his sunglasses on the table.
    “So what did you and my Mother talk about this morning?”
    “She wanted ...to know...if...I...would...”
    “Spit it out, girl!”
    “She wanted to know if I would help her with a community garden.”
    “What else?”
    “That was all.”
    “So my name didn’t come up at all?”
    “It did, My Lord, but I told her everything was fine and that we were happily married.”
    “Good girl,” he says , like I’m a puppy. “You were starting to piss me off at breakfast this morning, actin’ like you were sick and all.”
    I wasn’t feeling good this morning. As a matter of fact, I ’d been feeling sick for the last week. This morning was Dilvan’s first time hearing about it because he could care less about the way I feel. He wouldn’t even inquire about my well being.
    “I’m sorry. I t wasn’t my intent to upset you,” I tell him.
    “Don’t let it happen again , okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay, what?”
    “Okay, My Lord.”
    “Perfect. I’m going to go upstairs...need to make sure I got all of