Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid Chapter 68

68- A Palyer

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After getting done with her cup of broth, granny got hold of her stick and rose to her feet. A maid was there to take her inside. Marwick and I stood up in respect until she left us alone.

She knew Marwick didn’t like her. He had been quiet all this time not uttering a single word in her presence. My brother could sometimes be as stubborn as a mule.

I declined when Marwick extended a beer can towards me.

“Since when have you started saying no to parties?” He asked casually and took a chug from his can.

How to tell him that I had stopped partying altogether ever since my fiancé got married?

“So, you wanted to talk to me.” Marwick placed the can on the coffee table and took the chair opposite mine.

We were on the vast lawn of the Deluca mansion. This was the safest place where nobody could hear us. I had spent my teenage years playing in those vast green grounds running after Justin.

And see. I was still running after him.

“I need your help, Marw. Regarding that Ashley girl.”

“Ashley girl? Justin’s wife?” I flinched when he called her that. I would have murdered Nadia or Shella if they had used that word for the girl, but he was not only my brother but also someone who was set in his

own ways.

for him was, convince me and I will do

he will be persuaded

make Ashley stay here.

Marw. Help me in getting back Justin.” I kind of pleaded

a branded jewelry piece. Or a diamond stud. You and granny got him married to the girl. She did not ask for this. Justin did not

But now she is not keeping her part of the

the bargain? Not to do

mind?”

That was my brother. Painfully

the same to Justin that our father did to me. He forced me into marriage and see what I did to the

up and crouched down beside his chair on the grass, “you know nothing

left her there all alone right after we were pronounced husband and wife. I still don’t

was hell, blazing

Marw. Believe me. This girl’s scenario was changed. Our conditions

diety dis

have truped that family, bet grati any such thing with

convinced Justin into that mannage But he is at leget better than

hurt Why was he comparing me with lusture wife? Why he was happy that Bustinist my side t

back to my chair. You won’t help me

think that girl is a

“Money?”

Millions are nothing for yo******** called dad,” He laughed sarcastically, “Give her a bomb offer if

I

she is missing,” I muttered to