The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.-Chapter 201: Let’s get married

"Don’t call me that," Andrew said, and Beatrice’s smile faltered for a second before it returned.

"Okay. I understand. It’s okay. I ordered some food for both of us. I know you married me because your grandfather said so, but we can at least live together as good friends, right?" Beatrice asked, hope evident in her eyes.

Andrew watched the woman play-pretend wife, then twist it into the form of friendship she’d ruined long ago with her betrayal, and couldn’t help but chuckle darkly.

"Do you even know what it means?" Andrew asked.

Beatrice pursed her lips.

"Why are you talking like that, Andrew? I know you didn’t want to marry me. You made it painfully clear, but must you be so harsh?" Beatrice asked.

Andrew smiled, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, before he closed the distance between them in large steps.

His hand reached straight for her throat, and he wrapped his fingers around her throat, anger brimming in his eyes.

"Do you think this is just about marriage? Do you think I would like to play friendship with a bitch who stole company secrets and sold them outside, all the time when I was defending her and standing against my own wife for her?" Andrew asked.

Beatrice’s eyes widened when she remembered what it was. Right. How could she forget? Her secret of stealing the file was out in the open.

"Andrew, let me explain first," Beatrice said, barely making those words out as Andrew choked her so hard.

Andrew kept staring at her with a dead expression. He watched her complexion turn red before it drained of color and paled, and he couldn’t help but think of killing her then and there.

He wanted to ask her what his father meant when he said such words, but he didn’t want to accuse her without any proof, not because he thought she was innocent, but because she was a cunning woman and he wanted to corner her in a way she would never be able to find.

"Explain," Andrew said before he let go of her throat.

Beatrice bent over immediately and started taking deep breaths, coughing violently. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up, and for the first time, she realised how dangerous Andrew could be.

"Explain," Andrew said with a monotone tone. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Hmm?" Beatrice asked, trying her best to calm her heartbeats.

"You said you have a reason for betraying your friend who cared about you, the lover who loved you, and your boss who always treated you far more fairly than any boss. Give me the explanation of your betrayal. Let’s hear what you have to say about it," Andrew said.

Beatrice’s eyes brimmed with tears again.

She understood him. He had trusted her very much, and she broke it all for his uncle, but honestly, it was necessary, too.

"I can’t tell you that right now, but trust me, Andrew. There’s a reason why I am doing this," Beatrice said, id and Andrew laughed out loud.

"Trust you? Are you being for real at the moment?" With that, the man turned and ascended the stairs.

As soon as Andrew reached his room, the first thing he noticed was the pink towel that didn’t belong to him.

A nerve in his forehead twitched, and his lips curved up.

Rather than going to freshen up, the man went straight to the closet. He yanked the door, and just like he had guessed, half the wardrobe was full of Beatrice’s clothes.

He grabbed the hangers in a single go and walked to the door before looking down from the balcony.

Without saying a word, he threw the clothes in the middle of the hall.

"If I see this kind of nuisance in my room alone, next time, I will light them," Andrew said before he slammed the door shut.

Beatrice, who was on a call with Producer Li about the change in the schedule, looked at the clothes, gritting her teeth.

She then looked up and smiled.

It’s okay, Andrew. I know you are angry right now, but you’ll start falling for me again. There’s nothing that I have ever wanted and not gotten before. Beatrice thought before she turned and walked to the dining table, placing some food on the table for herself.

She wasn’t stupid like those women who don’t eat just because theirhusbands don’tt. She needed to take care of herself and her body. After all, that was her weapon against him.

At the same time, Elara punched the punching bag regularly, sweat dripping from her chin as her lungs burned with exhaustion, her body begging her to stop and take some rest.

Her body was tired, but her mind only felt more fired up.

That man was back. She knew this would happen when she decided to go into showbiz, but she hadn’t expected him to have the same effect on her still.

The more she thought about how arrogant he was, how confidently he declared he would get her back, the angrier she became at herself for not being enough to take him down.

She would be a fool to think this was a one-time thing. He would reappear again.

He dared to come as close as her shooting set today; next time, he might try to come to her apartment.

"Elara, open the fucking door!" Someone roared from outside, and Elara, who had been punching the bag unhinged, stopped, breathing heavily, placing her forehead on the punching bag to calm her raging heartbeat.

"What is it?" Elara yanked the door open.

George looked at his sister’s form, then his gaze shifted to her knuckles that were bleeding profusely.

"God, what the hell is wrong with you?!" He raised his voice before ordering Antonio to bring the first aid kit.

"I should’ve known something was wrong when she asked to shift the punching bag from the living hall to her bedroom. This..." Antonio started,d but then shook his head and rushed to get the medical kit.

George looked at his sister with pursed lips.

"Tell me what happened? What happened so bad that it triggered you to the point of forgetting your own pain?" George asked.

Elara looked at her brother. She wasn’t sure if she should tell him everything. Telling him about it would only risk him getting into trouble with that monster who had already tried to make her parents’ lives a living hell earlier.

But...

"He is back, isn’t he?" George asked.

Elara lifted her brows, shock evident on her face.

"Did Daniel say something?" Elara asked.

"So he knows too?" George asked.

Elara sighed when she realised her brother had just made a wild guess, and she had been caught in the trap by her anger.

"I am not in the mood to talk about anything," Elara said.

"Well, I am, and we are going to get through this together," George said before he took the medicine kit from Antonio’s hands.

"I am enough for that," they heard a voice, and Elara turned to look at Daniel, her eyes immediately averting.

After all, he had put her to sleep, and she had affirmed to him that she wouldn’t do anything reckless.

She tried to pull her hand away from George’s to hide the, but it was too late.

Daniel sighed and walked to where she was sitting before he pulled up, sat in the seat, and pulled her back onto his lap.

He took the medical kit from George’s hands and started cleaning Elara’s wounds.

The man didn’t utter a word until he was done wrapping her wound.

"Are you angry?" Elara asked, and George stood, leaving the hall to give the couple some space. After all, this was a big matter for them.

"Not at you," Daniel said before he placed his forehead on her temple.

"Let’s get engaged next week," Daniel said after some time.

"And is it going to solve anything?" She asked.

Daniel didn’t speak. He was torn between telling her the man haunting her for the last four years, and the reason she, his woman, his wife, and beloved was forced to play pretend dead and marry Andrew was none other than his stepbrother. He clenched his fists; he didn’t want to lose Elara and have her hate him even more. What if she thinks he was involved in all that stalking?

What if she doesn’t believe him and doubts he will make things right for her and protect her with all his life?

The more he thought about it, the more reasons he found for not telling her the truth.

For the first time in his life, he felt troubled like this.

"Tell me, will that solve everything?" Elara asked.

"No. But that will keep you close to me, and I assure you we will face this together and destroy our enemies together," Daniel said.

Elara looked up at the man for a few seconds before bobbing her head up and down.

"Okay. Let’s get married next week." Elara said.

"Married?" Daniel raised his brows.

"Are you not willing?" She asked.

"No. I mean, yes, I am willing, it’s just that... will your parents be able to manage all the invitations and everything..."

"Let’s keep it private," Elara said.

"Are you ashamed of marrying me?" Daniel asked playfully, and Elara smiled softly, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I don’t want that monster to come for you straight after we get married," Elara whispered, and Daniel pursed his lips, feeling his heart ache again.

If only you knew that monster was the one who was a living evidence of the destruction of my life long ago. Daniel sighed.