At the Paulson's mansion, the black van drove into the mansion's grounds and parked.
Three men in black got out, striding to the rear door and flinging it open.
Cindy perched on the back seat, tears streaking down her cheeks, her big blue eyes swollen and red. She had feared the men were taking her to an unknown territory, but they brought her back to her father's house, a place that made her miserable.
"Come out now." One of the men grabbed Cindy's hand, his body tense at how soft her skin felt. He felt blood rush to his dîck, making it rock hard, as he desired to claim her. But they were only given the instruction to bring her back. His eyes trailed her body, settling on her full brẹasts that were partly revealed in her white dress, which had opened at the top, exposing her fresh skin.
"Thank you, boys," Mabel's sweet voice cut through the air, snapping the man's lust away.
A paycheck of $1 million dollars awaited them for bringing Cindy back; it was a total contrast to her body. Would he be ready to trade $1 million dollars over Cindy's fair and porcelain skin?
"Thank you so much for bringing her back. I will transfer your money, but you know that's after she has been successfully delivered to her husband," Mabel said, her voice firm as she caught the lustful eyes of the man lingering on Cindy's chest.
"Alright, Madam. So when do we expect our payment?" The leader asked, his voice firm but filled with longing.
"Tomorrow. Just in case she tries to escape again," Mabel said, her voice filled with assurance, and she wanted the men to leave her abode immediately.
"Alright, we will take our leave. But remember, one call, and we are at your doorstep and at your service," spoke the leader of the men, who desired to have Cindy.
His eyes trailed over Cindy's body, and he gulped his desire and hopped into the car with his men. Then the engine came on, and he drove off.
"You ungrateful brat. Do you think that you can run away from this marriage?" Mabel asked, taking a purposeful stride to meet Cindy. Her gaze landed on the fresh handprint on Cindy's left cheek.
"Who slapped you?" Mabel growled, fearing the slap would show the Sullivan family that Cindy was forced to marry the old man old enough to be her grandfather.
Cindy refused to speak, her arms crossed, as she knew that she couldn't get away from her family until she became rich and influential enough to hire her own bodyguards.
Seeing the red handprint on Cindy's left cheek, Tasha trembled as she walked out of the house, eager to leave home and join her friends at a club. As she had taken her bath and was wearing a fresh red mini dress with a pair of black shoes.
Knowing Cindy was up to something, Tasha growled, "Mom, let Cindy ice her cheek. The mark will fade off with the help of makeup. I cannot marry that old man." She chewed her bubble gum in her mouth as her mother stood speechless, while her father scowled.
"You're right, Tasha. Get Miss Edward to bring the ice pack," Mabel ordered, her gaze steady and sharp as she thought about the $20 million dollars that she might lose if the deal failed. It would mean all her efforts weren't in vain.
Mr. Daniel Sullivan had promised to compensate Mabel with a hefty sum after the wedding was registered. So she waited for her daughter to get the ice pack.
Once Tasha rushed into the house to get the ice pack, as she dreaded the thought of marrying an old man. What would her friends say? How could she marry an old man old enough to be her grandfather? Would he be able to satisfy her intimately?
With a swift motion, Tasha rushed out of the house and handed the ice pack to Cindy, who refused to accept it.
"Cindy, here's the ice pack. Put it on your left cheek now." Tasha opened Cindy's right palm and dropped the ice pack.
Cindy wanted to throw the ice pack away, but her father's stern voice cut through the tension as he ordered, "Cindy, if you throw that ice pack away, I will withdraw your mother's medical supplies, and I'm sure you don't want her dead. Also, I will cut off your admission at Brooklyn University. Let me see how you will cope with all that."
Cindy scowled, and she knew that she couldn't allow that to happen. She had no one to help her. Her father's siblings were only concerned about Tasha and Amos. No one listened to her. She felt like the abandoned daughter.
Cindy thought about the elderly Mr. Daniel Sullivan. He is only old, but he was once a wealthy billionaire. He was among the wealthiest men in Brooklyn City.
With his help, Cindy was sure that he would treat her well and that he would help her mother get the cure she deserves. She wouldn't be treated unfairly again; even though her husband would be termed as an old man, many families feared the almighty Sullivan family.
With that thought in mind, Cindy then cooled her cheek as the slap from her manager stung.
"Good," Mabel smiled, seeing that Tonia wasn't useless after all. If they could use her health problem to threaten Cindy.
"Can I go inside now?" Cindy asked, knowing that she had lost her job. So there was no point in her leaving the house. She wanted to retreat back to her room to search for her husband's name and see the elderly man's face that she would be getting married to.
The thought of an elderly man sleeping with her made her tremble, but she knew that she had to make a sacrifice.
Before Mabel could reply, as she stood with a relieved face, her phone rang aloud, and as she was holding it, she turned the screen and saw the Sullivan family name. It was her husband's phone in her hands.
"Honey, it's Mr. Sullivan on the line," Mabel said, frantically rushing to hand the phone over to Mr. Paulson.
Rex accepted his phone and cleared his throat, and he spoke with a steady and calm voice. "Hello, Mr. Sullivan."
"Yes, good evening, my in-law. I think we should normalize calling ourselves in-laws since your daughter has accepted to marry me," Mr. Sullivan said, his voice gentle but sincere.
"Alright, in-law. What do I owe you now? Should I bring my daughter over? She is willing to marry you from the depth of her heart," Mr. Paulson said, his voice booming with excitement, to which Mr. Sullivan laughed.
"Alright. I'm glad that she made her choice. Actually, there's something that I want to make clear to you. It's not me that is in need of a wife. It's my grandson, Nicolas Sullivan, but you know that if I made this official at first, many women would flood my residence, which I do not want. So that's why I made the condition that I am the groom, and I am able to take care of my wife," Mr. Sullivan said, his voice hoarse but laced with sincerity.