Chapter 20 Mr lu let's get a divorce
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Eventually, she found herself in the living room, a space so luxurious and vast that it took her breath away. The ceiling soared high above her, adorned with intricate moldings and glittering crystal chandeliers. Plush, cream-colored sofas and armchairs were arranged in intimate conversation areas, surrounded by towering marble pillars and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the estate's gardens.
Lisa walked through the room, her eyes wide with wonder. She felt like she was in a palace, a world away from her humble beginnings.
As she reached the center of the room, she heard a cold voice speak from the shadows.
"What are you doing here?"
Lisa was startled, nearly falling as she spun around to face the speaker. And then she saw him - Lugard, sitting beside the fireplace, watching the flames dance with an intensity that made her shiver.
He was surrounded by the soft glow of candles and the flickering light of the fireworks, which cast eerie shadows on his face. He looked like a king, a ruler of this luxurious domain, and Lisa felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met.
Lugard's eyes narrowed as he looked at Lisa, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the room. "I asked you a question," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "What are you doing here?"
Lisa swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I...I couldn't sleep," she stammered. "I needed to move around."
Lugard's gaze didn't waver. "You shouldn't be here," he said. "This is my private space."
Lisa felt a surge of defiance. "I'm your wife," she said, trying to sound brave. "I have the right to be here."
Lugard's smile was cold and cruel. "You have no rights," he said. "You're just a convenience to me, a means to an end. Don't forget that."
Lisa felt a sting from his words, but she refused to back down. She stood her ground, her eyes locked on his, as the tension between them grew thicker than the silence.
Lugard stood up from his chair, his tall frame towering over Lisa as he walked towards her. His eyes were cold, his gaze piercing as he looked at her with disdain.
"Don't think that just because you married me, you can do as you please," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You may be my wife on paper, but I don't acknowledge you as my wife. You're nothing but a mere convenience to me, a means to an end."
Lisa felt a sting from his words, but she refused to back down. She stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance as she met his gaze.
"I don't need your acknowledgment," she spat, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm still your wife, no matter what you say."
Lugard sneered, his lip curling up in disgust. "You're not my wife," he repeated. "Not in the way that matters. I have someone I want to make my wife, someone who is worthy of me. And it's not you."
Lisa felt a pang of hurt at his words, but she refused to show it. She knew she had to keep her guard up around him, or risk being hurt even more.
"Who is it?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil brewing inside her.
Lugard's smile was cold, calculating. "Someone who knows her place," he said. "Someone who will obey me without question. Not a defiant little brat like you."
Lisa's eyes narrowed, her anger simmering just below the surface. She knew she had to be careful, but she couldn't help the words that slipped out of her mouth.
"I'll never obey you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never want to be your wife, not really."
Lugard's eyes flashed with anger, his face twisting in rage. For a moment, Lisa thought he would hit her, but then his expression smoothed out, his mask slipping back into place.
"We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "You'll learn to obey me, Lisa. I'll make sure of it."
Lugard walked past her, his tall frame and broad shoulders radiating an aura of power and control. He didn't even glance in her direction, his eyes fixed on some point ahead as he climbed the stairs to his room.
Lisa watched him go, her heart heavy with emotion, not fear. She felt a sense of desperation wash over her, and before she knew it, she was calling out his name.
"Mr. Lu, let's get a divorce!"
Her voice echoed through the hallway, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, Lugard stopped dead in his tracks, his back still turned to her.
Slowly, he turned around, his eyes flashing with anger. His handsome face was twisted in a cold, cruel smile.
"You just married me yesterday, and now you want a divorce?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "Dreams on," he sneered, his tone cold and mocking.
Lisa felt a sting from his words, but she refused to back down. She stood her ground, her eyes locked on his, as tears began to fall from her eyes.
"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I never want to get married, not now not soon, especially to you, I never want your family Money and Fortune. Lisa said with a determined expression. am still young to get married. Lisa said.
Lugard's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph.
"You're my wife now, Lisa," he said, his voice cold and hard. "And you'll stay my wife, no matter what."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lisa standing alone in the grand hallway, tears streaming down her face.
Lisa watched him go, feeling a sense of despair wash over her. She realized that she was trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who didn't want her and care for her. She felt like a prisoner in this grand estate, with no escape.
As she stood there, tears streaming down her face, Lisa heard the sound of a door slamming shut upstairs. It was Lugard's way of ending the conversation, of dismissing her and her silly request.
She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. She knew she couldn't give up, not yet. She had to find a way out of this marriage, no matter what it took.
With newfound determination, Lisa turned and walked away from the stairs. She went back to her room, her mind racing with thoughts of divorce and freedom.
she didn't notice a figure standing behind the window before she left.
As she entered her room, she saw her suitcase still packed from the wedding. She had never unpacked, never felt like she belonged here.
Now, she knew she had to leave since he had someone he had feelings for and wanted to make his wife. She had to get out of this marriage, out of this estate, and start a new life.
With a sense of purpose, Lisa opened her suitcase and began to unpack. She would stay here for now, but she would be planning for her divorce and freedom soon.
Lugard entered his room, the cold air of the hallway following him like a shroud. He slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the silent space.
He stood still for a moment, his chest heaving with anger. He couldn't believe Lisa's audacity, asking for a divorce just a day after their marriage.
He walked over to the window and looked out into the night, his eyes cold and hard. He thought about Lisa, about her defiance and her tears.
For a moment, he felt a pang of guilt. But he pushed it aside, telling himself he had done nothing wrong.
As he stood there, lost in thought, there was a soft knock at the door. Lugard's eyes narrowed. Who could it be?
"Enter," he called out, his voice cold and commanding.
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