Lock You In My Heart

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Chapter 1 The Bride

Gabrielle Jones was in the bed, struggling to fall asleep. Her eyes were heavy but sleep escaped her grasp no matter how hard she tried. After hours, when she was just about to get lost in a dream world, she felt a cold and rough hand touching her face.

She tried to brush it away from her face, but to no effect. Shocked, she opened her eyes only to find herself gazing into another pair of cold, dark eyes.

Gabrielle’s heart started thumping. When she saw the man in front of her clearly, a chill ran through her spine.

“What are you doing here?” She clutched the quilt close to her chest, and moved to the farthest end of the bed in fear.

“Gabrielle… have you forgotten that this is our bedroom? Why can’t I be here?”

Westley Morris spoke with a smirk, perched on the opposite corner of the bed. He was still wearing the bridegroom’s clothes from the night before. His eyes looked cold and frightening.

Yes. Yesterday was Gabrielle’s wedding day, and the man in front of her was her husband, Westley. This was the first time she was laying an eye on him after the ceremony.

She had waited for him the whole night, and had at last decided to try sleeping.

The sun was already lighting up the horizon, bringing a solemn sadness over her.

Westley hadn’t returned to his bride on his wedding night.

“Yes, I know this is our bedroom. But do you know that? We got married last night and you didn’t come here at all. Where have you been?” Gabrielle asked, finally getting a hold of herself.

Westley snorted, like he was least bothered and saw no problem with his conduct. “You’re acting like a dissatisfied, neglected woman. Do you feel wronged because I didn’t touch you on the night of our wedding?”

“I am not— ouch, it hurts!”

Before Gabrielle could go on, Westley leaned closer to her and held her chin in his hand, staring at her fiercely.

“Gabrielle, have you forgotten why you married me?” He tightened his grip on her chin, causing a sharp pain to her jaw. Gabrielle’s heart skipped a beat, fearing he would crush her with just a little more strength.

“No, I haven’t.” She didn’t know whether it was because of the grievance or because of the physical pain from his hold, a tear rolled down her cheek, gliding onto Westley’s thumb. The moment the tear touched him, he loosened his grip as if in disgust.

It almost looked like he thought she was too dirty.

“Have you called him?” Westley threw the words, out of bed and wiping away his thumb with a napkin.

“I… I called my brother, but his phone was off. I can’t find him… What am I to do?” Gabrielle felt her throat tightening as she resisted the urge to cry.

“Keep calling him. If you don’t find him, you will see the destruction of the Jones family.” Westley spoke tonelessly, walking into the bathroom.

Gabrielle could not hold back the tears anymore. As soon as Westley was out of sight, a flood of tears streamed down her face.

She reached for her phone, and could not help but burst into more tears as she saw her handsome brother’s picture on the wallpaper.

‘Bryce, where are you?’ she thought to herself in distress.

It was because of her brother that she had been forced to marry Westley, the man who was famous as the demon of Antawood.

Three days ago, Westley and his men had broken into the Jones house, saying that Gabrielle’s brother, Bryce Jones, had fled with his fiancee, Nellie Collins. The two seemed to have disappeared from the face of earth. They were nowhere to be found.

Westley had given people of the Jones family two choices. One, for them to find Bryce and bring back his fiancee to him. The other was to marry Gabrielle to him to earn more time till Bryce was found. He threatened to destroy the Jones family

if they failed to find Bryce.

Gabrielle had waited for two days while her family tried to locate her brother and Westley’s fiancee. At last, what she was fearing the most happened. Her mother asked her to marry Westley, promising to find her brother as soon as possible. She had no choice but to comply to save her family.

Besides, Gabrielle believed her mother.

After all, the Jones family had given her everything she could ever hope for. They would never treat her like scapegoat.

Presently, Gabrielle was lost in thought. She suddenly realized the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped. She quickly wiped away her tears and locked the phone screen, putting it away.

Westley came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Six feet two inches tall, his figure was proportioned like that of a professional model. His muscles were toned, and his long legs were shaped in a way that one could not take their eyes off him.

“Gabrielle, aren’t you hungry for my body?” Westley rolled his eyes and sneered, thinking the woman was lusting over his body.

Hungry for his body?

She definitely wasn’t. In fact, she felt a sense of disgust being in the same room with him.

Still, her face flushed. She looked away hurriedly, worried he was misunderstanding her gaze.

“Anyway, Gabrielle, now that you’re up, you should take a shower and change your clothes. We have to greet the elders. Since you are here in Nellie’s place, you should take on the duties of a new daughter-in-law too,” Westley said commandingly, approaching the walk-in wardrobe.

Gabrielle looked at him in shock, wondering what made him think he could bark out commands at her. But seeing that she had no choice but to play this role for the sake of her family, she got off the bed. She pulled her black leather suitcase from the corner, took out a set of clothes, and went to the bathroom to shower and dress up.

When she came out, she saw that Westley had already dressed up. He wore a crisp white shirt with black trousers. This man was really favored by God. He had a face with sharp features, and a perfect figure. He looked stunning in anything he wore.

Westley was just putting on the last button on his shirt when Gabrielle appeared. He took a look at her dress and frowned.

“Gabrielle, are you going to the countryside? Didn’t the Jones family teach you how to dress properly?” Westley had a sharp tongue. She was certain he could have no friends with a mouth like that.

She lowered her head and looked at her own outfit. She was wearing a blue long skirt over a white T- shirt. This was her style and she liked it a lot.

“That’s how I usually dress…”

“Well, you aren’t the adopted daughter of the Jones family anymore. You are now my wife. Don’t embarrass me with such shabby clothes. There are some dresses in the wardrobe. Go and choose something for yourself,” said Westley, frowning.

Gabrielle hadn’t really had an exquisite life. He doubted if her place in the Jones family was no different than a servant’s.

Gabrielle looked toward the wardrobe but was having trouble taking a step. “But, there isn’t…”

“Don’t you understand me? Do you want me to get you out of your clothes myself? Don’t make me say it a second time. Gabrielle, I hate disobedient women the most.” Westley spoke sharply with his eyes narrowed.

Gabrielle sprinted to the walk-in wardrobe without another word.

As soon as she entered the room, she thought, ‘Wow! This wardrobe is like a boutique in a shopping mall!’

Half of the space was occupied by men’s clothes and half by women’s. The men’s clothes were all in basic colors, while the women’s ranged in all kinds and colors. Gabrielle wondered whose clothes she

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