Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“Wait for some time before you broach that subject. Your priority is bearing him a child. That will cement your position, and he’ll be more willing to give you whatever your heart desires,” her mother advised hastily.

“I have to sleep with him in order to do that, and he’s rejected all of my advances thus far,” Marissa pouted, a petulant look on her face.

MaryAnner opened her mouth to speak and then stopped as the saleslady came back, bearing a tray with three glasses of champagne. I see the subtle nod she gives to MaryAnne, who smiles widely at her, her eyes gleaming and an inscrutable expression on her face. I calmly watch, my face nonchalant, giving nothing away.

“Ladies, I thought you might like a glass to celebrate your upcoming nuptials,” she said, looking to Marissa.

I smiled. Mother was pleased, the woman grabbing a glass and passing it to Marissa. She grabbed another for her mother. The woman offered me the last one and I took it without hesitation, taking a sip of the fruity liquid that soothed my throat and left me feeling slightly giddy, MaryAnne smiling wider as she watched me from the corner of her eye.

MaryAnne begins to sip, a satisfied look on her face. Marissa gulps hers down and licks her lips, sighing. “That was good, but I have to get going,” she shoots a meaningful look at her mother, who nods imperceptibly. I see it but say nothing, rising to my feet, but Marissa adamantly shakes her head.

“Mother will drop you off in her limousine. There are too many bags and boxes to fit you in.”

Lies. She must think I’m naïve. The moment she had told me mother was going to be here I had known something was amiss. The looks they gave each other only confirmed my suspicions. Instead of voicing them, I simply shrugged and appeared to be unfazed by the request.

“Let’s go,” she said shortly.

Her mask has slipped from her face, and she is no longer the pleasant, cheerful woman she exhibited inside the shop. No suprise there.

I get in. The driver shuts the door. It takes off. MaryAnne yawns, leaning back against her chair. I glance at the driver, and he slowly puts up the privacy screen. MaryAnne puts a hand to her head, blinking rapidly. “I feel dizzy,” she whispered, confused and then her eyes widened as she looked at me, a look of horror on her face as I smiled brightly at her, enjoying the way she tried to move, only to realize her body had weakened to the point her limbs refuse to cooperate.

Her eyes begin to close. Her body slumps over as she drifts into a heavy sleep. I put her head on my lap and pat it absently. She’s out cold, just as we had predicted. I smile widely, glancing out the window of the limousine and watching the scenery pass by. I couldn’t wait to get to our destination.