The Undercover Cadets Bloody Romance

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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Evening, at Coast Field City.

"Let go! What are you doing!"

"Help… help, help,"

Faintly heard a woman's voice screaming for help as she ran in fear down the alley where homeless people were resting.

"Let go! Help... help, help!"

One of the men among the homeless woke up and raised his head, looking around. He realized it was not a dream or hallucination because a few meters in front of him, he saw a girl being chased by three men. Despite the many homeless people around, none of them wanted to help the terrified girl being harassed by the three men. They chose to ignore and pretend to sleep.

‘Alright, what a fool!’ thought the man. He remembered his recent unpleasant experience, why should he even care about the unfortunate girl who was a stranger to him? Since everyone else chose to remain silent, on what grounds should he act like a hero?

"Just take her clothes off! Let's do it here!" shouted one of the three men among the harassers.

"Hey! She's mine, Sam!" another man yelled.

"Do you want to die? Hah?!" continued with a threatening tone.

"Argh! Y-yes, I'm sorry, Ian." The man called Sam looked frightened as Ian, the man he called, gripped his shirt collar, his voice trembling as if he were being choked.

"What are you doing, Jemima? Let's go home, stop causing trouble!" Ian shouted.

The girl, called Jemima, seemed to be trying to evade and use anything to prevent the three rascals from approaching her. But it seemed like her defense was in vain, as the girl appeared weak until Ian finally grabbed and groped her body.

"Let go! Release me, you jerk!" cursed Jemima.

"Come on, just give up, Jemi," said Ian, closing his eyes while sniffing the girl's neck and hair.

"What do you want, Ian? Who asked you guys?!" Jemima yelled while struggling.

"You might have guessed it, and we don't want to disappoint anyone, besides, you are an exception to me," replied Ian.

"If you don't want me to force you, you better be my woman, how about that?" he continued, asking.

"Disgusting!" exclaimed Jemima as she spat towards Ian's face.

"Ugh! Gross! Disgusting!" Muttered Ian as he wiped his face.

"Come on, quickly drag her upstairs and put her in the car!" Ian ordered, seeming to be the leader of the other two men.

The two men who had been very eager to reach the girl's body seemed impatient, especially since they had received orders from Ian.

"Ew! Go away! Don't touch me! Let me go!"

"Don't touch me!"

"Help... someone help me, please__"

Jemima kept screaming and struggling to free herself, but one man who was currently embracing her body seemed indecent, touching and exploring parts of her body.

THUD!

"Ouch!"

A falling sound followed by the girl's cry, the mysterious man who had been observing and refraining from intervening now felt his co,nscience stirring. The man who groped the girl seemed like he should just break both of his hands. But now his gaze was fixed on another man who was now reaching for the girl, while his other companion, who had wanted to strike, was now lying on the asphalt.

"Why did you push me? D*mn it! You jerk, Ian!" shouted the man underneath as he tried to stand up, but to his surprise, Ian pushed and kicked him again.

THUD!

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