Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

"Ah, never mind," Jeremy then waved his hand. 

If they are connected with Royal families, they must have been gifted a lot of titles. And those titles won't bring her any danger like his does.

"Money? Did they leave much?" Jeremy questioned. "Did they go bankrupt or owe someone?"

Now that would bring troubles.

"That..." Mikhail took a deep breath. "Hamiltons never owe anyone. From my understanding of what grandpa said... Ms. Hopkins is entitled to a lot of money... I mean she might be richer than you... I mean your Fitzgerald wealth. But if you return, you will be easily a billionaire as a reigning monarch. There really is a stash of treasure..." Mikhail stopped seeing Jeremy not listening to him anymore. 

Jeremy sank into his thoughts. 

  "Any other heirs... illegitimate claims?" Jeremy looked at Mikhail.

It is not impossible for claims to be heirs arise when large inheritance is involved. And one cannot ignore the possibility that the Hamiton Lords had kids out of marriage. Can one such kid want the whole inheritance for themselves?

"Wait... if she is entitled to a large amount, who is holding it?" Jeremy just now grasped that point. 

Mikhail shook his head. "When I raised the question about any illegitimate heirs, he hit me with his cane. And he was not telling me where is this money Ms. Hopkins is entitled to. And so, now you know what I know..." Mikhail poured the vodka left in the bottle into his glass.

"Oh, by the way, the Davies family was generationally the butlers of the Hamilton family and Rebecca Davies is my great aunt. So..." Mikhail emptied his glass.

"What?" Jeremy was shocked. "Rebecca is your great-aunt?"

He wasn't even surprised that the Davies family were butlers to Jerlina's family. He still treats her as his master.

"Yes, as in my grandpa's blood sister. Remember the sister he always mentions in his stories of him growing up? That sister is she. We all assumed she died, but for some reason, they hid from everyone. Grandpa knew they were hiding. The more I think about it all, the more it gets mysterious... And yes, I tried to find out if the Hamiltons had something to do with the Erling family considering the bitterness grandpa has for them, but it went nowhere."

Mikhail rubbed his forehead and stood up. He looked a little tipsy. Jeremy felt his head hurting out of stress. But he was glad he knew these details now.

And for these details to emerge out now... And purposefully letting her wear her family's tiara...

  "Is Alexander beating the grass to alert the snake? If the enemies are the Hamilton's, letting them know that we know that she is a Hamilton will sure take them by surprise... But it is a double-edged sword... This might attract more enemies... But we don't have much choice, do we?" Jeremy thought out loud. 

Mikhail patted Jeremy's back. "Have a nice rest, brother!"

"Yeah," Jeremy walked towards the bedroom. But then he stopped remembering something. "Mike, what did you reply Alexander?"

"Reply? About what?" Mikhail scratched the back of the hair. 

"About you marrying my wife?" Jeremy's voice went a little deep. He knew Mikhail would have refused, but he wanted to hear it from him.

"Ah... I agreed, of course," Mikhail smiled. "I never refuse my grandpa. You know that!"

"Mikhail!" Jeremy raised his voice.

Mikhail noticed the jealousy dancing on his face and it was funny to watch.

"I told him that if her presence will brighten up our family, we can adopt her as my sister. He had that proud laugh as if I answered his question right," Mikhail wrapped his arm around Jeremy's shoulder. "So, what do you think of my answer, brother?"

"You did good," Jeremy patted his back and was in a good mood. "As an appreciation, should I write a royal decree ordering Alexander to arrange your wedding with Lady Rose?" 

"No need," Mikhail got out of Jeremy's hold. "I don't want him to grumble to death that he had to agree because you ordered it. I want him to attend my wedding with a hearty smile."

"What a grandpa's boy," Jeremy chuckled.

"Yeah, I love him to death," Mikhail said with a smile and walked to his room.

"Mike," Jeremy stopped him.

"Yes," Mikhail became serious seeing Jeremy's somber face.

"Pass this to Alexander. If anything happens to my wife, that will ensure the end of the Rozum dynasty and I would be the last of the Razumovsky family," he carefully opened the bedroom door.

"Are you that serious with her?" Mikhail asked but he got no answer as Jeremy stepped in.

What a prick!

"Then find a way to protect her from the Harrisons first, you prick!"

Mikhail entered his bedroom and plopped on his bed. 

How dare he say he will marry no one else or sire children with other women! How dare he threaten my grandpa!

And Rose...

He picked up his phone and dialed her to chat with her. It will be an evening where she's at and she'd be free to chat with him. 

Jeremy went to bed and Jerlina was sleeping as she laid first. 

"Are you that tired," he kissed her cheek and laid beside her.

"I trust Emma won't do anything to hurt you, but if she did, I will never forgive her," he whispered. 

In the morning Jerlina woke up and she was in the embrace of the big man with an awesome scent. 

Is this what "Give an inch, take a mile" means? I let him sleep with me for one day and it is going to be a habit?

She felt his hold on her tightening. His warm breath fell on the crown of her head. She wouldn't say that she hated it.

Her face felt weird and there was a slight, bearable pain in her jaws. She didn't even realize they weren't in their home.

"You woke up," he spoke before she pretended to sleep. 

The last thing she remembered was going to the dentist's office and she remembered nothing after that.

"Yeah... so what did I do last night? I never was sedated before. Did I end up on the internet already? I didn't go viral or something, right?" she asked burying her face in his chest.

If she was kissing and licking him like a dog when she got drunk, she could only imagine what she did when she was high.

Did I probably... No, there is no discomfort anywhere in my body. And I don't think he's the type of guy who sleeps with someone who is high.

She had no intention other than to hide her shame. But Jeremy was the one who felt like floating by her closeness.

She's too cute.

"Do you want to go viral?" he asked with a chuckle. 

This is the first thing she thinks of when she wakes up?

"No, please..." she looked up. "Please..." she begged again and he started to chuckle.

"You're no going to call me daddy anymore?" he caught her before she hid under the pillow.

I did WHAT?