Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 83
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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire:
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Breaking news: The female heir of the Landon family was spotted marrying her bodyguard at the airport.
Numerous articles and news blogs reported on Lucia’s wedding. Some deemed it cool, while others thought it was outrageous.
“The Landon family is one of the most prominent and respected families. How could they allow their daughter to do this?”
“I heard she was already engaged to Fernando. So, she cheated on her fiancé.”
“This is by far one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen.”
“I believe Lucia has every right to choose who she wants to be with. Can we normalize a grown woman making her own decisions?”
The Internet was ablaze. Mr. Landon angrily turned off his plasma TV to avoid seeing the face of his shameless daughter.
“How could you let this happen?” he confronted his wife, his expression furious.
Mrs. Landon struggled to find a response, but one thing she knew for certain was that she didn’t regret her decision. Her daughter looked genuinely happy, and that was enough for her.
“I don’t care; I will do whatever it takes to drag that girl back home and make her marry the right man!” Mr. Landon declared, angrily pulling his phone from his pocket to make some calls.
“Darling, just let Lucia be,” Mrs. Landon murmured.
“No! If she’s going to stay with that good-for-nothing bodyguard of hers, then she should forget that her surname was ever Landon!” Mr. Landon said vehemently.
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MEXICO
Lucia and George had just touched down in Mexico. They attracted curious stares from everyone, especially since Lucia was wearing her wedding gown.
“I ran away so quickly. I didn’t take my phone, and I have no idea how we’ll get back home,” she said with a shy smile.
“It’s alright; I have some cash left. We’ll grab a taxi,” George assured her.
“I’ve never been in a taxi before,” Lucia admitted.
“You’ll be fine,” George said, giving her an encouraging smile. He hailed a taxi, which was a far cry from the limo Lucia was used to, but she shook it off. After all, when they got home, she would be back to her luxurious life.
The taxi took them to her house, and Lucia was taken aback to see it surrounded by a group of officers. Her car was being hoisted onto a truck.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, lifting the hem of her wedding gown as she walked toward the officers. “Why are you here, and where are you taking my car?”
“Your property is under Mr. Landon, and we received orders from him to evict you,” the senior officer replied.
“Bullshit! I need to reach my dad right now! Give me your phone!” Lucia shouted, her anger flaring.
An officer handed her a phone, and she dialed her father’s number. After several rings, he picked up.
“What the hell are you doing? Why did you send officers to my apartment? They’re taking away my car and everything, Dad!” Lucia complained.
“Your apartment? The one I got you? And the car I bought for you? Have you forgotten, Lucia? Everything you have, I built it for you. I made sure you went to a good school, ensuring you were highly respected and comfortable, but all you did was bring shame to the family,” Mr. Landon replied.
“So this is what this is about, right?” Lucia said, her voice thick with anger.
“Come home, Lucia. Do the right thing, or you can remain married to the loser, and I’ll watch how well he treats you,” Mr. Landon countered.
“I hate to say this, but fuck you, Dad! I don’t need your money or this family name. I’m now Lucia Williams, and you’ll have to deal with it!” she yelled.
“Very well,” Mr. Landon replied coolly before hanging up.
Lucia looked around, on the verge of tears. A truck drove her car away, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Let’s go,” George whispered to her.
“But where will we go?” Lucia asked, feeling lost.
“I know a place,” he replied.
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George and Lucia walked for hours. Lucia’s breathing became ragged, and she struggled to feel her legs.
“Are we getting there anytime soon, George?” she asked, exhaustion creeping into her voice.
“We’ll be there soon,” George reassured her.
“I don’t think I can walk anymore,” Lucia pouted, fatigue evident in her tone.
George sighed and stopped walking. He knelt down, leaving Lucia momentarily confused.
“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.
“Hop on,” he said, gesturing for her to climb onto his back.
“No, I can’t do that to you,” Lucia sighed.
“Lucia, I’m your husband. I vowed not to stress you, so climb on,” he insisted, and reluctantly, Lucia climbed onto his back. He adjusted her weight comfortably.
“Wow,” Lucia smiled, hugging his neck. “This is so much better than a limo or any other luxury car. So comfortable,” she said, snuggling against him.
Her endearing behavior made George smile. “I don’t mind being your personal car.”
“Really?” Lucia asked, her eyes sparkling.
“I could take you around the world on my back, and I wouldn’t mind one bit,” he said, and Lucia beamed at him.
Finally, he stopped walking.
“We’re here,” he announced, gently setting her down. The house was small but looked cozy.
George knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman’s smiling face.
“George!” she exclaimed, her expression brightening as she rushed to hug him. But she pulled away abruptly when she noticed the girl in the wedding gown standing beside him.
George noticed her gaze and instinctively held Lucia’s hand, pulling her closer to him. “Ma, I want you to meet my wife, Lucia. Lucia, this is my mom,” he introduced them.
TO Be Continued