Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 340

Harold and Isabella are divorced? He's on his way to me now?

Marilyn was unsure if she should be elated or feel guilty.

She couldn't stop her heart from racing, but her logic told her that Isabella didn't divorce Harold because of the God of War.

Isabella once told Marilyn that the God of War was her idol. However, she was aware that this figure was ultimately unattainable, so she only had admiration and respect for him rather than any desire to make him her own.

On the contrary, Harold was a living being who could be Isabella's personal hero.

Marilyn knew that Isabella had fallen in love with her contract husband, but she still couldn't help but eagerly anticipate Harold's arrival.

He divorced Bella and is here to stop me from marrying Bobby! Oh, how romantic is that? What should I do?

Suddenly, Marilyn's eyes turned red.

Right then, the door was pushed open. Taken aback, Marilyn scrambled to delete Isabella's voice message.

Alas, the more anxious she was, the harder it was to get things done.

Bobby, who was quite plump, strode into the room wearing a traditional outfit. Seeing Marilyn's anxiety, he instinctively grabbed her phone from her.

Isabella's voice message had yet to be deleted.

“Give me back my phone!” Marilyn demanded as her expression changed drastically.

She had barely taken one step forward when Bobby knocked her onto the bed.

He then played Isabella's voice message.

Marilyn's face turned as pale as a sheet.

“You b*tch! How dare you cheat on me?”

Bobby's face contorted with rage upon hearing Isabella's voice message. Without another thought, he lashed out at Marilyn, delivering a hard, stinging slap.

Slap! Marilyn was sent careening onto the bed, her body landing in an awkward heap as her left cheek swelled immediately.

“B*tch, listen carefully! From today onward, you'll be mine. If I discover you cheating on me again, I'll make the Schmidt family pay the price. Change out of your wedding dress and don this traditional attire along with the accompanying headgear. Get ready to disembark the ship,” Bobby ordered.

With that, he marched out of the room with Marilyn's phone in his hand and slammed the door behind him. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Marilyn felt a wave of hopelessness wash over her as she sat alone in her room, her face sore from being struck.

“He'll come save me!” Marilyn muttered as she held her cheek.

Without a word, she changed out of her ivory white wedding dress into the red traditional attire.

The Jackson family owned and operated a hugely successful shipping enterprise, and their influence extended far beyond the corporate world.

It was a joyous occasion. If the date hadn't been changed suddenly, ninety percent of the bigshots in Chanaea would show up at the wedding, let alone influential beings from all over the world.

Even though the wedding had been unexpectedly brought forward, the influential people in the area still managed to attend it.

Fortunately, the Jackson residence was huge and grand enough to accommodate all the guests.

The bridal procession arrived at around half past one.

In order to adhere to the ancient customs and to keep bad fortune at bay, the bride was not allowed to come into the house before the appointed hour.

Marilyn had a red cloth draped over her head as she waited outside the door for the appointed hour. An elderly woman stood nearby, holding a red umbrella over Marilyn's head.