Forced Marriage To The Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 6

AUTHOR'S POV

Everything happened so fast that Sara felt her head spinning. Silas and Sara were now in the reception party, which looked more like a funeral of herself to her.

The smiling and taunting faces of all her family during clicking the pictures, were going to haunt her forever.

Silas was standing beside her with his expressions screaming his boredom. The photographer asked them both to come closer, so he could click some loving pictures, which was like someone rubbed salt on Sara's wounds.

“ Come on, Dear wife! ” Silas's mocking voice fell in Sara's ears and she threw him a vicious glare, before storming off from there. She did not care what anyone was going to think, she just wanted to be away from him at this point.

Dodging every provocation from her so-called family, Sara finally made it to the dinner without having any panic attacks or outbursts.

As they all sat down on the long table, the grim silence reigned on it for a moment, suffocating Sara. She glanced at Silas who was looking at all the dishes excitedly. Rolling her eyes, Sara grabbed her glass of water and took a sip.

“ So what do you do, Silas? ” It was Uncle John who as usual wanted to cause a fuss and get entertained over it.

“ Nothing. ” A simple reply from Silas, that was going to cause a series of taunts. Sara flinched when she noticed the evil grin, that made its way up Uncle John's face.

“ Then you are useless? ” It was Maria - the bitch cousin this time, who wanted a share in the free entertainment.

Silas stared at her for a moment, as Sara's hand shot out to grab his coat from under the table. Sara and Silas's eyes met for a second. He could understand the message in her eyes clearly. She was asking him to not cause a scene here and embarrass her further.

“ Of course. He is useless and poor. That's what we were lacking in our family. A peasant again! First that Serene and now this Silas! ” Grandmother Eloise sneered from across the table and Sara gulped turning to look at her.

Her expressions screamed disgust, which made Sara sick to her stomach. She could not bear her mother's name taken like this for the nth time. This was the only thing she never got used to. She did not even want to know what that asshole Silas was feeling like either. She offered him to back out, but he did not and this dinner was his personal WELCOME PARTY TO HELL.

“ I will be a good peasant to you, Sweet Grandmother. ” Silas's playful voice sent Sara into shock. Her jaw begged to be hanged low, as she turned to look at him, horrified.