Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Bruno stared wide-eyed at the raging inferno, and his legs gave way. He collapsed limply

to sit on the ground. Despair engulfed him in a massive wave. He had lost everything! His

home was gone, just like that, destroyed by the fire!

Who was responsible for this outrage? Who on earth was so eager to drive him into his

grave? Could it be that Madeline had actually returned? She was dead, though!

Bruno's mind was spinning. Gradually, however, despair and hopelessness overcame his

terror.

At that very moment, Madeline was alive and well, sitting atop the roof of her car with a

crossbow in her hands.

Gazing with satisfaction at the blazing inferno, she hopped down and got into the car.

"Mission accomplished! Let's go and celebrate." The simple act of taking revenge had

made her feel much better, even though she had let Bruno off this time. The darkness in

her heart had lightened considerably as well.

"Yes, Ms. Madeline! As you wish!"

…

Angie was in the Enchanteur Bar, sitting quietly in a corner of the VIP cardholders' lounge.

Dressed in a pastel pink evening gown, she looked thoroughly out of place in the gaudy,

glitzy surroundings, like a pristine angel who had been soiled by the cares of the world.

She had heard that Noah would be here today, so she had taken particular care in

dressing up. She was now seated in a spot that he was sure to pass on his way to the

private rooms, hoping that she might find an opportunity to waylay him.

Her father was the one to blame for all this. If Bruno had not behaved like a pig-headed

fool and kidnapped Colton, she would not have needed to take such a risk and put her

scheme into action much earlier than expected.

A grandfather who kidnapped his own grandchild would certainly not be invited to the

birthday party of a said grandchild!

Bruno's ill-judged stupidity had resulted in the entire Grant family being blacklisted from

Colton's birthday celebrations.

This meant she had lost any chances she might have had to get closer to Noah! She had

no choice but to find another way around the situation. As long as she became pregnant

with Noah's child, any hardship and humiliation she suffered now would not signify any

longer in the future!

The information she had received stated that Noah would arrive at 8 o'clock. There were

still ten minutes to go, but he was nowhere in sight. Quite a number of inebriated

individuals approached her to strike up a conversation, however, making her feel

extremely uncomfortable.

Bars, karaoke lounges, and this sort of entertainment were things she had indulged in

previously until she grew tired of them. She knew better than anyone why these men were

trying to approach her. They were all unattractive and as ugly as toads, yet they still

wanted to attach themselves to someone beautiful! How utterly disgusting!

That was why Angie had settled herself in the corner of the lounge before Noah's arrival,

trying her best to keep a low profile and not draw attention to her presence.

Unfortunately, too much dirt had been dug up on her recently. Even though she was

wearing a black mask and a hat to hide her face, someone still recognized her eventually.

"Ooh look, isn't that Imperia's very own charitable princess over there? Who would have

thought even princesses come out to drink at bars as well? Doesn't that make her the

same as us ordinary folks here?"

The speaker was an oleaginous, chubby man with a large head, large ears, and an equally

large rotund stomach. He practically oozed sleaze from every pore.

Angie kept her head down and refused to look at him. Noah would be arriving soon; she

did not wish to stir up unwanted trouble.

The man's loud, the delighted comment had caught the attention of a significant number

of people, who flocked over to see what was going on. When they discovered Angie sitting

there, the gossip mongers immediately began wagging tongues.

"Hey, our charitable princess is unusually shy today. Why would you need to wear

sunglasses in here when the lights are already so dim?"

"What charitable princess? Don't you mean charitable black widow? She's probably done

one too many unsavory things and is afraid of retribution. That's why she's wearing

shades, so people don't give her shade!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean, charitable black widow? She's an abandoned

fiancee now, don't you know? Young Mr. Quincy's already declared that there's never been

any sort of marriage agreement or engagement between them; it's all just rumors!"

"That's right! I saw the Quincy family's public announcement too! Well, I'll have to say she

brought this upon herself. She's just too shameless for words!"

A crowd of people surrounded Angie, a heated discussion taking place.

Angie felt like a slab of meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of anyone who wanted to

take a piece out of her. Her indignation knew no bounds; who were these people to judge

her anyway?

Furthermore, the chubby man from earlier had even dared to pull off her hat. Since when

had she ever been subjected to such humiliation?

She was furious!

"Shut up, every single one of you! If not, I'll sue you for libel!"

"Ooh, that makes me mighty scared. Whatever shall I do now? Our meek little princess

has suddenly turned into a murderous black widow!" A man standing in front of Angie

adopted a deliberately exaggerated, effeminate tone of voice, shrinking back dramatically

as if he were scared to death.

"You…" Angie wanted nothing more than to harangue these people, but she had come

here alone, and they outnumbered her by far. If she stirred up any trouble, she would be

at a distinct disadvantage. As a result, she decided it would be best for her to swallow her

anger and leave the bar.

However, these troublemakers did not appear to be willing to let her go just like that and

used their hands to block her path.

Angie was about to shove aside the people in front of her when she suddenly became

aware that one of them was missing a hand. In astonishment, she swung around sharply

to get a better look at the individual in question. Only then did she realize who the chubby

troublemaker was.

It was none other than Asher!

Truly, it was a small world after all!