Chapter 14 The Annoying Family
Sebastian and Brooklyn found themselves on opposite sides of a car door. Sebastian's towering stature and robust build were intimidating, and Brooklyn could feel the undercurrent of his resolve. She knew that if she refused to enter the car, he would not hesitate to employ drastic measures to ensure her compliance. However, Brooklyn was no fool; she refused to be a puppet in his hands.
"Very well," she conceded.
With a slight bow of her head, Brooklyn slid into the backseat. The car's interior warmth began to seep into her, melting away the chill that had settled on her skin. Gradually, she found herself enveloped in a comforting warmth.
Sebastian, in turn, made his way to the other side of the car and joined her in the backseat. The space between them had suddenly shrunk, their proximity more intimate than when they had been dining. In the dim light, Brooklyn could hear the erratic rhythm of her own heartbeat. The faint scent of tequila wafting off Sebastian seemed to coax her body into a hormonal frenzy. In a matter of seconds, she found herself losing control.
'Why can't I resist him?' she thought, her frustration mounting.
"Bayside Villas," Sebastian directed the driver.
Brooklyn's surprise was palpable. She couldn't fathom why they were heading there. Sebastian owned a villa in Bayside, their once marital home, but it had been scarcely inhabited.
The villa had been vacant for nearly three years, its grandeur now shrouded in layers of dust.
"No one has lived in the Bayside villa for quite some time," Brooklyn remarked, her tone icy. "What are you planning, Mr. Kingsley?"
Sebastian reclined lazily in his seat, his legs crossed. His eyes were closed, a hint of sleepiness in his demeanor. In a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, "We're going home."
Brooklyn was taken aback. 'Did he just refer to the villa as home? Does Sebastian still consider that place our home?' she wondered.
A wave of joy washed over her, obliterating the humiliation she had endured at the dinner table. She was touched. Could it be that Sebastian still cared?
As she surreptitiously studied the man beside her, Brooklyn found herself captivated. His eyes were shut, his mouth relaxed. His hands, clean and strong, were loosely clasped on his chest. He exuded an air of nobility and tranquility.
The car pulled up in front of a detached villa. The villa area was eerily silent at eleven o'clock at night. The moonlight, coupled with the solar lights lining the road, bathed one of the villas in a soft glow. The yard was adorned with flowers and grass, a stark contrast to the desolation Brooklyn had envisioned.
As they exited the car and stood side by side at the door, Sebastian sneered, "Enough with the act."
Brooklyn furrowed her brows, her mind racing. 'What act?' she thought, utterly confused by his words.
Sebastian input the password, the double-opening iron gate groaning into motion. As it began its slow parting, he cast a comment over his shoulder without a backward glance. "You were desperate to marry into the Kingsley family back then, and now you're playing the innocent?"
The path was a challenge for Brooklyn, especially in her high heels. The cobblestones were treacherous underfoot and she hadn't walked this way in a long time. No matter how she quickened her pace, she couldn't keep up with Sebastian. "Sebastian, don't accuse me falsely! I wanted to enter the Kingsley family? I only wanted..."
She intended to say that she had only wanted to marry Sebastian, that the Kingsley family had nothing to do with it. But the words remained unspoken, trapped in her throat.
Sebastian scoffed, "What is it that you want? You not only desired to marry into the Kingsley family but also to usurp Mrs. Kingsley's identity from me, and even split the Kingsley family's wealth, didn't you?"
His words shocked Brooklyn, making her question his sanity. "Yes! You're right! That's exactly what I want!" she retorted, abandoning any attempt at explanation. She had already resolved to divorce him, so his opinion of her no longer mattered.
Sebastian cast a cold glance in her direction, his voice devoid of emotion. "So, you finally admit it."
Brooklyn bit her lip hard, draining the color from her red lips. She lifted her head, meeting Sebastian's piercing gaze without flinching. "Mr. Kingsley, now that you know, let's be honest."
Sebastian snorted disdainfully, a sneer playing on his lips. "Are you about to make demands?"
Brooklyn took a step forward, the sound of her high heels against the cobblestones echoing sharply. "Mr. Kingsley, since you're so eager, I'll oblige. I don't want a repeat of today. Your parents don't like me and are unhappy that I haven't given you a child. It's true. I alone can't conceive."
She and Sebastian spent little time together. How could she possibly become pregnant?
As she spoke, Brooklyn hitched up her dress to ascend the stairs. "You like Megan, don't you? Then I'll step aside. You two spend a lot of time together, don't you? It's surprising Megan isn't pregnant yet. You must have been careful. But from now on, you won't need to worry. Do as you please. Once she's pregnant, she can marry into the Kingsley family. Wouldn't that be perfect?"
Sebastian's hand shot out, gripping Brooklyn's chin with a force that threatened to crush her. His icy gaze locked onto her defiant one. "What did you say?"
Was she suggesting divorce? The audacity!
Brooklyn winced at the pain in her chin, a stifled groan escaping her lips. "Sebastian, what do you take me for? Am I supposed to be your servant?"
Sebastian's grip tightened, his voice harsh. "Are you even worthy of being my servant?"
Brooklyn swallowed the pain, forcing a smile onto her face. She shot back, "Are you worthy of being my master?"
Sebastian leaned in close, their breaths mingling. "Haven't you already experienced that in bed?" he taunted.
Brooklyn cursed inwardly, "Sebastian, you're a pervert!"
"Let go!"
"Since the day you married me, you should have known that what's mine can never be taken away!"
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