He's The Unaffordable
Chapter 61 - Step My Body First

I felt nauseous imagining what he was planning. Is he crazy? Our age is so far away. She must be about my age. Young man, handsome, and rich I have no taste, let alone he who is old. There were many of my clients who had tried to tease me, but all of them I refused out loud.

Not wrong anymore. This guy's gone crazy. She liked my mama, and now she intends to marry me? What the hell is he thinking? There must be something wrong with his brain. Does he have any other hobbies besides approaching women who have anything to do with our family? There are so many women out there and she wants to marry me? Oh, dearGod. I'm really nauseous.

As soon as the urge on my stomach grew stronger, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited out my entrails. Too bad, I just had breakfast and threw away all that food. But I can't hold it anymore. Imagining having to marry that man, my whole body only had one reaction. Nausea.

The two women scolded me for ruining their work. I didn't care about my messy appearance, but they managed to force me to sit still. When they were busy with their duties, I thought hard in my head. What do I need to do to escape from this place? I would not marry him.

Good thing they didn't give me high heels or I'd prefer not to wear footwear. The two women took me out of the room. Two large men were waiting outside and one was walking in front of us, and another behind us.

There was another door to my right, maybe it was a bedroom or another room. The room I was in was on the left. Could it be that they also had Hadi locked up in this place? We were in a very luxurious house, but it was not maintained. I could see some cobwebs on the ceiling of the corridor.

We arrived at a vestibule, then the man in front of us turned to the right. He opened one of the twin doors on our right and signaled for the woman on both sides to take me in. We were in a room that resembled a library with a closet containing so many books dominating the room.

The man was to the right of the room, standing in front of a work desk that looked old yet sturdy. Behind the table was a man who looked the same age as her holding a large book. Judging from his clothes, maybe he was an important person with an expensive suit and a luxurious watch on his wrist.

“The bride has arrived. We can start the show immediately,” said Finley who reached out to me.

“Step first my corpse.” I did not even step near him. Did he forget that we were different citizenships? She couldn't force me to marry her without my official personal documents held by Grandpa and Grandma.

“Little girl, get to know your opponent before you dispute his orders. Lookenround. You have no one to defend you in this place. It's easy for me to take your life, but you're more useful when you're alive.” He raised his hand so I could give him my hand. “Ayo, fast. The sooner all this ends, the sooner you rest in your room.”

“I told you, step over my corpse first,” I said firmly.

He looked to my right. One of the men held my arm and half dragged me to approach the man. The second man is too far away from me, so I can't fight them now. I felt nauseous again as I stood next to Finley. He stretched out his hand, I didn't accept it at all.

“You and Abby are really similar. I should have used this method from the beginning and not have to waste money and energy by throwing you away from your family. I can take all Mason's without worrying about going to jail.” I clasped his hand as he wanted to touch my face.

“And I was so lucky to get a wife that no man had ever touched. Don't worry, beautiful. You will be very happy to marry me. I have a lot of surprises for you. You will soon forget everyone you know, once I take you flying to heaven. That young man named Hadi was so stupid. He wasted so much time and did not immediately take you to his bed.”

His eyes looked at me from my hair, eyes, then he deliberately lingered on my lips. He went down to observe my neck with his tongue stretched out to wet his lips. I refrained all my might from punching her in the eye as she stripped my chest bare with her hungry look. Just let him see, but he won't be able to touch me without a fight.

“Come, Priest. Start ceremony. I can't wait to claim her as my wife on our honeymoon bed,” she told the man standing in front of us. Oh. So, this man is a priest. What did he do with obeying this bad guy? Was he not ashamed of the title he held?

“Finley Michael Taylor,” said the man after a long talk about boring things. “Are you willing to accept Mila Meredith Taylor to be your rightful wife?”

I almost laughed at the name. Who would want him to lie? That's not my name. Who would believe that the girl with the same face as me, whose name was Clarissa Raina, was also named Mila Meredith? Is he gonna take me out of here back to his country with that fake passport? Does he think the immigration guy will believe him?

I turned my head to him. “Are you really a priest? You agree with the way this man forced me to marry him?”

“I just do my job. You should also do your job well, Mila,” said the pastor did not care about my sarcasm.

“I'm not Mila, so I can't say anything. You just look for this woman named Mila out there, because you guys are wrong people.” The man on my right held my arm so tightly that I groaned in pain.

“Hey, I haven't ordered you to do anything. Let him go,” said Finley. He then laughed a little. “I'm right. You are indeed a brave woman, different from other girls.” He looked towards the priest. “Move this formality. Where are the documents we need to sign? I can't wait to get her to bed. I like wild girls.”

My hands reflexively clenched hearing that sentence. He touched me just a little, I'd rather die than serve him in bed. There was only him, the fake priest, and the two men in this room. I can hit them down if I need to.

One of them must have bagged a cell phone. I can call Grandpa, Grandma, or Charlotte to tell you where I am. I can also send the location of this place to them. Fortunately, they brought me into this room. There are many tools I can use to hurt them all.

Finley signed a document, and then he called the witness first. What joke is this? My name is not Mila. The two women who helped me get ready earlier gave their signatures. Then the man looked at me. He held out a pen to me. I just kept quiet.

“You can choose to solve all this in a fine way or by force. Just choose,” he said with a triumphant smile.

“My name is not Mila. I will not sign any documents,” reject me without trepidation.

“Your name is already registered as Mila, whether you like it or not.” He pulled my right hand, then placed the pen in my palm. “Quick, sign.”

“Can I give you advice? Check with a psychiatrist immediately. You've gone crazy.”

“Crazy people won't be able to keep you away from your family for a dozen years, Mila. They don't even know where to look for you. A madman would also not be able to make such a neat plan for a dozen years to destroy Mason White's good name.

“But I can't ruin his reputation, because of that traitor Wyatt. So, I just need your autograph to get all of your useless grandfather's. Then I will destroy his company easily.” He laughed contentedly.

“What's my grandfather's fault with you? He's a good man, not evil like you.”

“Good? He's a good man, you say? He is an idiot who is more respectful of his son's relationship with lowly men. I am an American who comes from a distinguished family and is targeted by many girls. And Abby so foolishly prefers to marry an Asian who steals knowledge from our country. I'm the ideal husband-to-be and he turned me down to be with Asians? I never even heard of a country called Indonesia!” said wrath.

“You know why he died young? It was his punishment for betraying me. I gave him everything. Everything I have, but what's the payoff? She preferred a young man who was a nobody to be her husband! You ... don't ever think that your family is a good person. You're all criminals who sucked people's blood out, then you dumped it like a broken item.” He pulled my hand, then put it on paper.

“Quickly, sign this marriage letter! If I can't have Abby, then I'm quite satisfied to have her daughter. You will be my wife, and no one can hinder me this time to get what I want!”