Chapter 2 You’re So Eager To Be My Wife
Word Count: 1053 | Released on: 25/01/2024
Hearing the disturbance, an elderly butler with white hair approached the
master bedroom’s doorway, but wisely stayed outside.
Kaiden valued his privacy and did not take kindly to uninvited intrusions into
his personal space.
“Cayson, did you let her in?” Kaiden’s tone was sharp.
In Moon Manor, only Cayson Buckley, who had looked after Kaiden since
childhood, would dare to allow Ellie into his room without prior consent.
Cayson replied with a sigh, “Mr. Thorpe, solitude isn’t forever. Mrs. Thorpe
hoped Miss Gordon would become your wife, fulfilling her wish as your
mother.”
Kaiden, seemingly disregarding Cayson’s words, responded icily,
“This is the
frst and last time you do this, Cayson.”
Only a week ago, Ellie was engaged to his nephew, Erick Thorpe.
Now, she stood outside in the rain, enduring hardship to be near him.
Kaiden mused on the fickle nature of women’s affections.
He didn’t desire someone already chosen by another.
Standing by the French window, Kaiden had a clear view of Ellie.
Her soft skin, defined eyes, elegant nose, and delicate lips made her strikingly
beautiful, like a rare bloom in the night.
She was soaked to the skin as the rain streamed down her face, tracing a path
from her forehead to her eyes, cheeks, and chin, before falling to the ground.
Yet, this did not mar her appearance; instead, it lent her a vulnerable allure.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the woman in the rain looked up.
Through the blurred rain, Ellie’s vision was limited to the tall silhouette
standing by the French window on the second floor.
Aware that Kaiden was observing her, Ellie flashed a subtle smile, tilting her
head and lightly waving towards the second floor.
Her demeanor appeared compliant and gentle, but on closer inspection, it was
a clear challenge.
It was as if she was declaring,
“I will become Mrs. Thorpe!”
“Send her back to the Gordons before she dies of hypothermia,
” Kaiden
commanded, his presence chilling as he retreated to his study.
He had offered her a way out. However, if she chose to defy the odds, he
wouldn’t intervene.
Outside the main villa, the storm continued its relentless assaul
and fever.
She wouldn’t have endured this if not for the Gordons’ threats, using Cecelia
Gordon, her adopted grandmother, as leverage to manipulate her into
continuing their service.
The Gordons had never shown her kindness, only imposing strict demands.
Even when she was admired as a top socialite, their dissatisfaction lingered.
Ellie remembered past abuses by the Gordons, resulting in bruises and severe
fevers. Only Cecelia had shown her compassion, taking her to the hospital and
caring for her.
Cecelia was the lone warmth in Ellie’s years with the Gordons.
Suddenly, her phone rang, indicating an incoming call.
“Ellie, just plead with me, and you can stay by my side,
” said a familiar man’s
voice from the call, oozing condescension.
Ellie felt a wave of revulsion at his words and huffed irritably,
“Erick, you are
nothing but a cheater who betrayed me even though we were engaged. Screw
you, you despicable bastard! You make me sick to my stomach!”
The Gordon and Thorpe families had arranged a long-standing engagement,
with the Gordons selecting Erick’s family as allies. They commanded Ellie to
engage with Erick, someone she had no interest in. After her true identity was
exposed, the Gordons switched their plans, pushing her to marry Kaiden to
fulfill the engagement commitment.
This revealed their long-standing affair, and Ellie realized the Gordons’
scheme to replace Demi with her in the marriage to Kaiden.
“I slept with Demi because you’re too much of a prude. We were already
engaged, yet you wouldn’t even let me touch you!”
He failed to see the fault in his actions.
For Erick, Ellie’s beauty was pointless if it remained untouchable.
“Ellie, Kaiden can’t give you what you need, especially in the bedroom. If you
want to live a good life, you have to stay with me.”
“Erick, wake up! I refuse to stoop to your level! You’re nothing but trash!”
Ellie hissed.
A thought struck her, and she smirked before adding,
“By the way, Erick,
remember to call me Auntie Ellie in the future!”
After hanging up, Ellie felt a surge of triumph, picturing Erick’s anger.
Given that Erick’s father was Kaiden’s half-brother, Erick was technically her
nephew-in-law.
That scumbag Erick becoming her nephew felt like a small win for her.
As time went by, Ellie’s consciousness was fading, her body fluctuating
between cold and heat, struggling to remain conscious.
She was determined, and would not surrender.
The first light of dawn broke in the eastern sky.
It was now morning.
The rain, once heavy, dwindled to a drizzle before ceasing.
As maids opened the main gate of Moon Manor, a wheelchair rolled across the
cobblestones, its wheels echoing.
Kaiden sat in the wheelchair, his demeanor relaxed. He noticed Ellie still at
the door, drenched and visibly weakened.
Ellie’s soaked hair clung to her face, her skin unusually flushed, and her lips
alarmingly pale.
Yet, her eyes shone with a mix of determination and… defiance.
With a frail wave, she greeted him,
“Good morning, Mr. Thorpe!”
Her voice, though feeble and raspy, seemed to resonate within Kaiden.
Kaiden frowned, his expression as unreadable as ever.
He gave Ellie merely two words. “Still alive?”
“Disappointed, Mr. Thorpe?” Ellie’s feverish state lent a hint of daring to her
words. “Remember, you said if I survived the night, I’d be Mrs. Thorpe.”
He couldn’t dismiss her now!
Kaiden expertly navigated the wheelchair, halting inches from Ellie.
upward.
Leaning on the wheelchair for support, she gazed at him, her breath hitching
in surprise.
Up close, Kaiden’s features were strikingly clear, even the fine details of his
eyelashes.
He looked at her, his eyes cold and unwavering.
“So, Ellie, you’re so eager to be my wife? Hmm?”
