Deep Love of The Perfect Bride novel Chapter 2

"Arlene, why are you pretending to be all innocent?" Brian was still sitting on the sofa. He threw an unrelenting stare at her.

When she didn't responded after a while, a man shouted aloud, "Didn't you hear what Mr. Clark said?" His voice boomed across the room, making her jump in fear. The next moment, he was in front of her, roughly raising her chin. Everyone present in the room now could clearly see her face. Ayla also settled her eyes on the man sitting in the center for the first time.

'It's him! Brian Clark! The man who is to be my husband.'

"Well Brian, looks like your bride really is a beauty. No wonder she's so popular amongst men."

Ayla was indeed a real beauty. She had a delicate figure with doe-like eyes which were as black as kohl. However, due to panic, her eyebrows were knitted together.

She had the aura of attractiveness around her that any men could fall for her easily. She could make a man be obsessed with her in just one glance.

"Are you afraid?" Brian stared down at her and asked in a menacing tone.

Afraid? Yes, she was indeed.

"Say something! Don't play dumb with me!" He yelled at her angrily.

"I... I..." She stuttered. She wanted to say something but no words came out. She didn't know what exactly to say. Especially in front of someone like Brian.

"As per your previous reputation, you've dated a lot of men. Then, what are you playing at today?" Brian hated women who changed color like a chameleon. Especially the woman in front of him. If he hadn't heard about her past, she'd have actually deceived him.

"Teach her a lesson Brian, so that she will be obedient and won't dare cheat on you," one of Brian's men said with contempt.

"I'm not pretending. And I won't cheat on you." Ayla finally opened her mouth to speak.

"I sure hope so! Otherwise, the Woodsen family will be no more!" Brian warned her with a harsh voice.

"All right, all right. Let's go! Let's not disturb Brian." Although it was a wedding without a ceremony. All she did was sign her name, but this meant that she had sold the rest of her life to this devil.

All the people left the room when they saw the look in Brian's eyes. The originally lively room instantly became empty, leaving only the two of them, with the smell of cigarette and alcohol that had not yet dissipated.

"Get up!" Brian was still sitting on the sofa with his legs gracefully crossed.

Regardless of the pain in her body, Ayla finally managed to stand up. The wedding dress was a little burdensome. It had a long tail. She pulled the dress tightly with her hands, revealing the white high heels on her feet.