Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

"Who are you, man?" the man slurred pressing his finger on Jeremy's chest. "Move…" he placed his hand on Jeremy's chest and tried to push Jeremy back.

"Piss off, turd!"

Jeremy was leaning forward with his nose almost touching the other person's. His shoulders were stiff and his jaws were clenched. Jerlina noticed his hands fisted and his nerves were protruding.

From Jeremy's stiff expression, Jerlina could conclude that the drunkard has offended him.

"Joel, let's go," Jerlina, the pacifier, held Jeremy's arm as she tried to de-escalate the tension.

She was not scared if Jeremy would lose the fight. But the other guy was drunk and it won't be considered a fair fight. Also, she didn't want Joel to accidentally get hit in his abdomen. In this unfamiliar pace, she felt it would be better for them to not make ripples.

Jeremy who was glaring at the man, let out a short breath and hummed still glaring at the man. She hooked her arms in Jeremy's hand.

"Run, chicken…run…"

Jerlina rolled her eyes as she heard the drunkard shouting as they turned to leave. He even made chicken noises.

How mature!

Jerlina turned to see if he has his handlers near him. For him to act this way in the Erling mansion, that would only mean that he is family. If he was a staff, he'd have gotten fired for acting disorderly.

His eyes met with hers and he blinked open his eyes as if he was noticing her just then. Jerlina couldn't help but roll her eyes at that pathetic drunkard.

"What a C*nt…" he sneered. "Want to shag?" he grinned, eyeing her."With the permission of your husband, for sure…"

Seriously?

Jerlina held back Jeremy who was about to lunge forward.

"Nope… a pathetic loser like you is not my type," Jerlina answered with a sneer.

She was mad but she didn't want to start trouble here. And she didn't want to let it go either. No one calls her the C-word.

"I am a loser?" he gritted his teeth. "I'll pay you…enough…" he smirked. And the next thing he did was reach out his hand to grab her hair.

Jerlina didn't expect that but she took a step back, reflexively. But before he could grab her hair, Jeremy grabbed his wrist.

Jerlina took another step back but she felt a pull in her hair and she yelped in pain. Her hair had gotten tangled in that drunkard's watch.

"Careful," Jeremy's hold on his wrist tightened but he helped Jerlina with his other hand.

Jerlina, on the other hand,  pulled her hair back forcefully to free herself. Her scalp hurt and she rubbed it but she was relieved she got free.

Jerlina saw a couple of her dyed white hair hanging from that guy's  Jaeger- LeCoultre watch. She heard the sound of gritting teeth and she turned to the side to see a very angry Jeremy. His eyes were on the hair stuck on his watch and his cheeks were trembling and he was shaking in anger.

Uh-Oh! My husband is mad.

Jerlina took a couple more steps back. She regretted not letting go of that drunkard's ramblings. But even then her hotheaded husband wouldn't have let go after all that vile words that drunkard uttered.

Jerlina saw the scuffle. It was not much of a scuffle as the drunkard was easily pinned on the floor by Jeremy. Even though the hallways were carpeted, Jerlina could hear his head bang on what seemed like stone tiles below the carpet.

With his knee on his back, Jerlina saw Jeremy getting her hair stuck on the watch,

"One… two… Four," Jeremy snorted. "You pulled four of my wife's hair," he laughed.

Jerlina rubbed her arms. She felt the chill emanating from Jeremy. But she didn't want to interrupt him. Her husband has pent-up frustration from not hitting people for a long time.

Let him have his fun.

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"Get out! Don't show your face to me again!" Jonathan banged the table.

The woman in her late twenties wearing the latest designer dress stomped her feet and walked out with a thump in her steps.

"You'll regret this!" she stopped by the door and shouted back but no one glanced at her. She shook her head as she felt slighted and left the room, banging the door.

"Bring them in…" Jonathan Erling looked at his faithful assistant Gordon. With a bow, Gordon left the room.

He was raring to meet his great-granddaughter. But somehow news spread to his wife and she is complaining to him the whole morning about how he's being unfair by bringing in another heir to the family.

She actually even forbade him from welcoming her from the airport. She was smart and used the doctors to stop him from traveling. And right after his delightful great-granddaughter reached here, she still is complaining.

Does she think that complaining about my great-granddaughter is going to win her favors? Mindless idiot!

"Grandsire…"

Another one of the voices he despised made him turn to look at that figure pretending to be caring for him.

"Matilda," he looked at her. "Where is your son? Call him back," he ordered. He didn't even take a glance at the man sitting beside her. He never cared for Matilda's husband anyway.

"Here…" Matilda with a sycophantic grin tried to call her son while cursing him in her heart.

The past few days were the happiest she's ever been. After Gordon brought them here she's gotten the most attention from the grandsire. She was promised the castle in Ireland and his son is promised to be appointed as the CEO of the five-star hotel chains that belong to the Erling family.

This is what she always deserved!

The Grandsire doesn't allow anyone to use the internet in his home because he is paranoid, but she has access to all the news from the outside. When she read about the death of Jerlina Aniko Hopkins, her heart leaped in joy.

She was scared to get hurt when she was trying to kill her but now she understood that was the best decision she has ever made.

What if there is another heir? I got what I always wanted!

She saw the Grandsire shuffling through the documents in front of him.

But why isn't he answering the call? This stupid! Where did he disappear to in this important moment? I bet he's going to hand over the deeds to us!

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"For every one of her hair, you'll lose a hundred!" Jeremy grumbled as he safely stored her hair in his pocket.

Jerlina didn't know why, but her heart skipped a beat seeing Jeremy gently handling the hair that is no longer attached to her.

Those used to be part of me and now they are waste, but why is he this gentle with those? He just cares for me too much, doesn't he?

I am that precious to him!

"Do you know who I am?" the man under Jeremy started to kick and shout. "I am Ronald Kingsley! I am the-"

"Don't care!" Jeremy shrugged.. "You touched my wife and you'll pay for it."