Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

Marga went up to the barman and buy mimosa and a brandy. He made it quick and then when he gave it to her, she slid the pill in the mimosa and asked a barman to serve it for them. All she had to do is make Gabriel busy. 

She watched as they took the drinks and other drinks are distributed to everyone. She glanced at the barman who also watched her. She winked at him and gave him a card with a password on it. He didn't take it and keep himself busy. She was annoyed a little and just let the game begin. 

She started partying and didn't let herself get drunk as she watched her sister sipped on the mimosa. On the other hand, Gabriel seemed busy with his phone since her mother told her that she will mess up the parking lot of his building. Just a little bomb threat will do. 

"I'll just go outside to talk to my assistant," Gabriel told her and she nodded. 

She was alone. Enzo and Ethan are nowhere to be found. Good! She finished the mimosa, took her phone, and walk upstairs to the VIP rooms. She called them and told them that she's coming up. She also had a camera installed there so it will be big breaking news around the world. 

Sabrina finished the mimosa that Marga send to her. She didn't drink the thing that Marga sent over. A barman switched it quickly. Her employees are skillful. She didn't keep someone that isn't special enough. 

She walked away passing the VIP that Marga had reserved and she enter there. The males were surprised to see her. She looked at the camera that was installed there. They grin at her and started stripping. She picked the camera and drop it down. 

Her icy glare lingers on them, and they suddenly shudder. Her strong aura makes them shudder a little but they are men, she stepped on the camera as smashed it on the floor. 

"Woman, you are supposed to be drugged!" One blurted. 

She sighed and sat on the other sofa closing her eyes. They strode to her and hold her wrist, but in an instant, they were the ones who were knockdown. She twisted their arms, kneed their boners and she almost breaks their necks if it wasn't for Enzo who came up and stop her. 

"Did you have fun getting roofied?" Enzo asked. She chuckled and shook her head annoyed. 

"Did you just chuckle, my sis?" She smacked his abdominal. 

"Should I prepare the presidential room and let you vocalize?" She groaned and stepped out of the room. Then she found Gabriel just outside who was as well in dazed. 

"Why are you there?" He asked in confusion. She shrugged. He pushed her gently inside and found two males on the floor, knock out. Now, he finally understood what was going on. Without words from her, he knew what was happening. "They aren't your friends, right?" She texted him. 

"I don't have friends like those." She answered through text message. He massaged the spot between his brows and pick her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She yawns. Damn, she's just adorable. She hums and he thought that he heard it wrong. She typed on her phone. 

"Alvarez Mansion." He nodded and told Enzo that he's leaving with her. Enzo just waved off. 

He visited his building first and the bomb threat was just a prank. But he surely knows that it wasn't a prank. It was for a show. He looked at her who reclined the seat and slept on the way to Alvarez Mansion. 

When they got there, the butler came up and open the door for her. She got out and extend her arms to him. She just looked so adorable like a little bunny. He thank the butler and carried her on the way to her room. 

"I'll let you shower." He kisses her forehead. She wrote on the board beside her. 

"Stay?" 

"I will. I'll just shower in the next room. A few of my clothes are still there." She nodded and remove her shoes. 

She went to her bathroom. Lock it put on the speaker with loud music enough for her not to be heard outside and she started humming. She suddenly smirked on Marga and Janine's plan. 

"A loser will always be a loser." She said. 

She can speak. She wasn't talking for months back then. But she will make loud music in her bathroom and sing. Her plan on not talking is just her game to play. She vocalized almost every day. And there are days that she didn't really talk and just hum some song. 

Not talking is her way to hide what she knows. People knew clearly that she had trauma and that makes her unable to speak. She knew clearly who her enemies are and she's revenging one by one at a time. But the last—like a lion and her prey. She would play the prey first before eating it. 

She turned on the shower and sang along with the song. She wasn't loud and just minimize her voice and after showering. She composed herself brushed her teeth and get out. She found him already on the bed with a laptop on his lap as he typed furiously on the keyboard. 

He looked at her. In daze. Her porcelain-like skin was flushed from the heat of the shower. She was a beauty. A goddess in his eyes. Without makeup, her cheeks are rosy and so natural on everything. He wanted an urge to eat her up at that moment. 

She entered in her walk-in closet. She chose silk sleepwear, very much seductive and she smirked on him at her bed. 

"Let's see how you'll droll." She murmured almost silent that she could only hear. She got out brushing her hair and he was busy on his laptop. But he took a glance at first then, he stopped from typing and raise his head to her direction. 

She faced the mirror on her dresser and turn on the lights around the mirror to see her face. She's brushing it, slowly and carefully like the hair was golden and afraid that she would lose a single strand. But that view was lavishing for him. 

She has very light skin, glowing and flawless like she doesn't have any pores on her face. It was like porcelain. The most expensive one in the world. He would buy that. Her black ink hair was long, straight from the scalp but as it falls, the curls and waves were just perfect. She gracefully placed her brush on the dresser, standing up like a fair maiden from a royal house. 

His throat dries and his mouth watered when his eyes fell on the perfect curve of the body. Small waist, the right proportion of hips and… her bust? Without wearing any bras—she got a perky one. Her nipples molding on her thin silk dress. 

That woman! She's torturing him! 

She turned off the lights from the dresser like she never really care about his hot gaze that it was a real hot—it would probably melt some ice burg on the North Pole. She strode to his side and bent down. He kept his eyes on her beautiful face through her dress surely shows her breast for him to peek. 

He received her quick mouth to mouth, sweetest taste ever. It was meant to be a good night kiss, but he wasn't satisfied. He folded his laptop, put it on the side table, and snaked his arms on her slender waist. He sucked some air and viciously capture her agape mouth and blow his warm breath. 

Her arms around his neck… she straddled him and grind a little when their kiss became scorching lava that rushes through their veins. He growls getting more passionate and a little aggressive and he heard her moan. Fuck, just her moan was enough to drive him crazy. 

He pushes her back on the mattress, legs wrapped around his hips. His hard one was already rubbing on her hot core down there. The sound of their clothes makes a rhythm until he pulled his mouth, her supple lips swollen and he goes down to her neck. Her natural scent mixed with her soap was just so… too much for him. 

He shoved his face on her neck breathing heavily, both of them are panting and he tries to count backward. He faced her and caress her beautiful face. 

"Let's wait until we get married." She was surprised at what he said. She thought that he would do it with her but she was pleased with what he said. 

It seems that he read her mind when she released his neck and his hips. He kissed her one more time then he ran off to her bathroom while removing his pajama pants. 

She chuckled when she heard the shower. Then she sat up, stretch her arms, and back then go back to her side. She lay down and in just a few seconds she's asleep.