Wedding Night Tears: A Pregnant Bride Marrying into High Society

Chapter 6: The Grapes Are Sour

The sorrowful sight of Celeste immediately pulled at Patricia Mitchell's heartstrings. She held Celeste close, offering soothing pats on her back while scornfully berating Scarlett. "Completely reckless is what this action of Scarlett is—making Celeste an object of public ridicule. How on earth could she act out thus against her own sister? Has she no shred of conscience tormenting her?"

Previously, when relentlessly questioned regarding the true paternity of her unborn child, Scarlett had chosen silence as her refuge. But it was her timing of confession—at Celeste's wedding—which confirmed her sinister intent to sabotage Celeste's life.

Patricia Mitchell couldn't believe that her anger, throbbing like a raw wound in her chest, was directed at her own flesh and blood. What sort of a daughter had she brought up?

Ronald Mitchell, despair writ large on his weathered face, declared, "When she returns, she will need to apologize most sincerely. But alas, the course of events can't be reverted now. Scarlett is now Mrs. Harrison, and it's time for you to relinquish your hold on Maximus. Once we allow some time to pass, I will seek out a more befitting and extraordinary man for you."

Celeste, wrapped up in her parents' words, found a frown occupying her features. A sense of extreme resistance engulfed her; she couldn't accept it.

So there it was, the enormous chasm of disparity in treatment—a stark contrast between the treatment of a biological child and an adopted one.

Scarlett, that deplorable character, had snatched her man right under her nose, embarrassing her at her own wedding ceremony. Patricia and Ronald Mitchell, however, opted for a mere demand for apology from Scarlett, with no intent whatsoever to slap stricter punitive measures on her.

And now they were speaking of helping her find a 'more suitable and commendable man'?

Who on earth could ever be more exceptional than Maximus Harrison?!

She had been tantalizingly close, just a hair's breadth away from becoming Maximus's bride.

Now, to willingly yield that position to Scarlett was a bite she found too sour to swallow in her life's reality.

Time, though, was indeed a great leveler. Patience. She was resolute in her goal—she would seize Maximus Harrison back from Scarlett!

Maximus Harrison’s nuptial ties with Scarlett Mitchell hinged exclusively on the baby she was carrying. If that baby were to cease to exist, perhaps... schemed Celeste internally, she was absolutely bent on annihilating Scarlett's child!

When Scarlett regained consciousness, she found herself in unfamiliar confines. Initially, she was resting in the extravagant presidential suite of a five-star hotel, awash in a glow of resplendence. However, her present reality consisted of a spacious bedroom, bathed in subdued lighting, and marked by austere elegance. Save for the traditional marital couplet perched cheerfully by the bedhead infusing a dash of festivity, the rest of the surroundings emanated a monotonous aura that was somewhat suffocating.

Finding herself in this predicament, a freshly awake Scarlett remained clueless regarding her surroundings. Vaguely she could recall feeling a wave of sleepiness engulf her while she was resting, perhaps she had even dreamt.

Her dream was an unsettling vision of Celeste attempting to usurp her newborn daughter—a vision that she vehemently resisted. She found herself locked in a relentless tug-of-war with Celeste over her child.

It culminated in her finally reclaiming her baby, whom she clutched tightly, her tears mingling with laughter—an overwhelming sense of satisfaction embracing her.

Embellishing this touching scene was her baby—the little one extended her chubby baby hand to enfold her in an embrace—evoking a heart-tugging tableau of mother-child bonding.

At this juncture, the bedroom door creaked open, making way for two young maidservants.“Young Madam, pleased to offer my assistance,” one of them greeted, “I’m Poppy Walsh, expressly appointed by the Young Master to attend to your needs.”“And, Young Madam, I’m Maisie Bennett,” introduced the other in tow.

Roused from a profound sleep, Scarlett felt somewhat groggy.Easing her temples, cast from a smoky haze over her befuddled mind, she blinked at the two somewhat bobble-headed maidservants, querying in a sleep-ridden voice, “Where is this place?”

Poppy Walsh replied with a tinkle of laughter, “Young madam, you’re at the Young Master’s private villa. Interestingly, you are the first lady the Young Master has hosted in his villa!”The other maidservant, Maisie Bennett, echoed Poppy’s words with vigorous nods—an embodiment of a chick pecking away at grains.

"Absolutely, and to add, Young Madam was tenderly brought back by the Young Master himself. You were reminiscent of a delicate kitten, secured in the assertive embrace of our CEO, Young Master—an irresistible tableau of charm and might!

It was as if we'd been transported into a charismatic narrative featuring a domineering CEO and his petite lady-love—it was enough to set our hearts racing!" they enthused.A twitch playing at the corner of Scarlett's mouth offered her amusement at their gushing words.

The vivid imagery their words invoked, it was quite evident to her that she was dealing with two green young girls, enamored by the notion of their 'domineering CEO'.

Joining in their girlish gushing, Scarlett laughed before chiding gently, "Taken by the charm of a domineering CEO courting his petite wife, aren't you? Seems like you've been reading too many of those romantic CEO novels."

Poppy Walsh and Maisie Bennett offered sheepish smiles in response, scratching their heads in mild embarrassment.

Well, who could really resist the charm of a alluring figure like the domineering CEO, carved in the novels? Especially considering that their very own Young Master constituted the living embodiment of this alpha CEO—it made it practically impossible to resist spinning fancies surrounding their lives and this CEO.

While taking in the blossoming dreams mirrored in the eyes of these two young maids, Scarlett became awash with a wave of nostalgia. There was a time in her life too, when she was just as young, her heart overflowing with reveries of love and longing. But now...

Feeling the tender outline of her modestly visible baby bump, she inquired, "Where is your Young Master? Where did he go?"

"Master Harrison proceeded to the old mansion—entirely by himself," replied Poppy Walsh.

The old mansion? Scarlett contemplated. Considering the tumult she had created at her wedding, it wasn't difficult to imagine the Harrisons being shell-shocked—possibly even conjuring images of throttling her in their ruffled state!

Fortunately, Maximus Harrison had chosen not to escort her directly to the Harrisons' ancestral home, else she would've had to bear the brunt of the Harrison family's barrage of inquiries. Heaving a sigh of relief, Scarlett was grateful for her earlier rest—it helped her dodge a flurry of complications.

Suddenly, as if an idea dawned on her, Scarlett inquired, "Hold on, where's my cellphone?"

She harbored a vivid recollection of leaving her cellphone poised on the bedside table within her hotel suite prior to succumbing to sleep. It made her curious about whether Maximus Harrison had thought to collect it himself.

Spotting her query, Poppy Walsh stepped in to answer, "Young Master entrusted me with your cellphone, Young Madam. However, he articulated clear instructions—they required us to keep an eye on you, preventing any excessive engagement with your cellphone owing to the potential threat of harmful radiation, which could dangerously interfere with the baby's healthy growth."

Scarlett hadn't anticipated Maximus Harrison being so meticulously concerned—going to the painstaking extent of dispatching two maidservants to supervise her. Was his fear rooted in the likelihood of her spiraling too deep into the digital realm, oblivious to reality?

Affirming her understanding with a quirked eyebrow and an assenting nod, she made her request, "Understood. I'd like my cellphone, please."It was only then that Poppy Walsh produced the cellphone, handing it over to Scarlett.Upon booting her phone, she was ambushed by a slew of news alerts – one particularly striking piece was a video snippet featuring her tumultuous crashing of the earlier day's wedding, accompanied by an aggressive surge of comments below.

“Absolute fallacy! How can Scarlett, a lewd and temptress of a woman, be deemed suitable enough to tie the knot with a billionaire like Maximus Harrison? Is she even worthy? Worthy or not?”

“Precisely my point! Scarlett is merely a rustic bumpkin dredged up from the countryside, reeking of uncultured crassness—she's leagues away from matching our suave and refined Master. I staunchly oppose!”

"Yes indeed, had our Young Master chosen to wed Celeste instead, I would've held less qualms. After all, Celeste, hailing from a prestigious university, is well-versed in liberal arts, marking her presence miles ahead of a common countrywoman, like Scarlett.”

“ Our Master, likened to an exquisite flower, steadfastly adorning the zenith—now finding itself rapidly wilting—relegated amidst the muck, thanks to Scarlett. What a pitiful tragedy!”

"Stay calm, everyone. Our esteemed CEO, Mr. Harrison, was essentially cornered by the situation. Scarlett made manipulative use of her unborn child—forcing him into a reluctant matrimony. But rest assured, once the child is delivered, there's no doubt she will be ousted from the Harrison household!"

"I wholeheartedly second the previous comment. CEO Harrison is a man of refined taste—he would hardly set his eyes on a wily woman like Scarlett!"Cradling her chin, Scarlett’s slender, porcelain-like fingers resiliently drummed out a response on the screen, "A bunch of bitter critics denouncing grapes as sour, simply because they are beyond their reach."

Subsequently, she gracefully exited the conversation.Go bait the trolls—she mused— choosing to analyze the commotion from afar.Following that, she located her father, Ronald Mitchell's, contact in the directory and proceeded to place a call...To her dismay, the call was abruptly disconnected soon after being connected.A frown deepened on Scarlett's face. She moved on to attempt a call to her mother—again meeting with the same unceremonious disconnection.

Clear as day, her parents were united in their decision—purposely ignoring her calls.She pondered over the unpleasant whispers Celeste could possibly be lacing into their parental ears that made her parents resort to refusing even her calls.Biting back her annoyance, she turned to Poppy Walsh and Maisie Bennett and proposed, "Could one of you kindly lend your mobile phone for a call?”Chiming in promptly, Maisie Bennett extended her phone, "Please feel free to use mine, Young Madam."

"Thank you."A subtle curving of Scarlett’s almond-shaped eyes indicated her mild amusement as she took up the offered device. Effortlessly, she keyed in her father Ronald Mitchell's number, hitting the dial icon.

As presumed, an incoming call from an unknown number caught his attention swiftly.Ronald Mitchell addressed the caller gruffly, "Just who exactly are you? If it’s a hoax, better consider dialing 110 because I am not the one with a surplus of patience for pranks!”