Ben stood looking dashing in his suit, his hair pulled back neatly, the decoration was simple yet beautiful and the paparazzi that had gathered were more than excited to gat pictures of this moment. The priest looked at her sadly, such a beautiful occasion could not be witnessed by the bride, and at the corner of the room, Moses looked on with disgust in his eyes. Ben had a winning smile on his face which he tried to down play, he could not be too excited.

Night Cross watched on as Mary looked oi horrified as she saw what was about to happen to her, she looked at him and asked

"are you going to send me back or watch as that bastard puts a ring on my finger?”. He smiled at her and looked on "why would a wedding concern me”. Mary looked at him

"because if he gets married to me, I rather say dead and our deal is over, I rather be dammed than be his wife”. Her voice rose to the level of a

Cameras flashed at her, everyone trying to get a picture, the last 6 months had been successful for Miss Bernard, she knew it and everyone knew it. "Miss Bernard, Miss Bernard” the crowd screamed, she smiled at the cameras waiting for a question she actually wanted to answer "how does it feel to be the youngest billionaire in the city”. She smiled revealing a set of perfect white teeth "it feels like hard work and success, and I love it”. Walking down the stairs slowly, the next question came "are you seeing anyone at the moment? Is there anyone in your life”?

She looked at the photographer who had asked the question "no, look at all of this, do you think one man deserves all of me”. With that she rose her hands signaling she was done and walked away from the cameras. As she watched the crowd dance and sway to the music, she felt an all too familiar presence behind her "Nightcross, what

The invitation from Lord Comwell came the next day. He held the biggest balls, auctions and fund raisers. Philip was invited as a distinguished guest and Martha had no idea why she went with him but she did. Her skin glowed in the pearl green gown she wore, her hair pulled back and fell in waves down her back. The host was a fat man with stomach so large Martha wondered how his buttons did not break free, his wife a small lady with a big voice was just as social as he was.

Philip watched her blend in with the crowd, unless one was told, they would never believe she was a help, she looked like she belonged her, not socializing but sipping her wine and watching the crowd. He noticed Lord Comwell’s son watching her all through the night, and although he was with his friends he glanced at her every minute.

Martha knew Lord Comwell’s son watched her, she knew almost every man there wanted h

Ben stood looking dashing in his suit, his hair pulled back neatly, the decoration was simple yet beautiful and the paparazzi that had gathered were more than excited to gat pictures of this moment. The priest looked at her sadly, such a beautiful occasion could not be witnessed by the bride, and at the corner of the room, Moses looked on with disgust in his eyes. Ben had a winning smile on his face which he tried to down play, he could not be too excited.

Night Cross watched on as Mary looked oi horrified as she saw what was about to happen to her, she looked at him and asked

"are you going to send me back or watch as that bastard puts a ring on my finger?”. He smiled at her and looked on "why would a wedding concern me”. Mary looked at him

"because if he gets married to me, I rather say dead and our deal is over, I rather be dammed than be his wife”. Her voice rose to the level of a scream, frustration coursed through her as she watched Ben say his vows.

"Well then” said Nightcro

Chapter 41