Chapter 819
Chapter 819:
Around them, the other members of the Ramirez family watched in silence, their eyes flickering with intrigue rather than concern. No one moved to stop Sierra. In fact, some looked entertained.
This was a family battle, one fueled by ambition and self-interest. If Sierra managed to escape the arranged marriage, the Mendoza family would undoubtedly be outraged. When that happened, they would have the perfect excuse to overthrow Chuck and install a new head of the family—someone more suited to their own interests.
Driven solely by greed, they were like a pack of wolves, always ready to strike the moment they caught the scent of opportunity.
They wouldn’t hesitate to turn on their own leader if it meant seizing power for themselves.
Sierra darted toward the door, only to crash straight into a pair of firm arms.
“Now, the Ramirezes sure are having quite the get-together today.”
A deep, smooth voice curled around Sierra like a warning, sending a chill down her spine. Instinct kicked in, and she tried to slip away to the side. But before she could make her escape, a strong hand shot out, yanking her back.
“Let go of me!” Sierra thrashed against the grip, her face etched with panic.
Conley smirked, tightening his hold as he pulled Sierra closer, his gaze laced with amusement. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re my future wife, aren’t you? Not exactly my type, but still, quite the little firecracker.”
“I am not! Let go of me!” Sierra balled her fist and swung at him, but Conley sidestepped her attack with effortless ease, as if toying with her.
Just then, a woman stepped forward, her presence commanding attention.
She lifted her hand and, without so much as a warning, struck Sierra across the face with a stinging slap.
The sharp, resounding slap cut through the air, instantly silencing the crowd as all eyes turned, wide with shock and trepidation.
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“Bitch! You dared to lay a hand on my brother? Are you trying to sign your own death warrant?” Esther’s glare could’ve burned through steel, her face clouded with pure malice. “If it weren’t for your family groveling at our feet, we would’ve never even entertained the idea of this engagement.”
“Step aside!” Chuck finally hauled himself up, dusting off his clothes before driving a ruthless kick into Nellie’s weakened frame.
Nellie hit the floor hard, her body folding in on itself like a marionette with cut strings. Despair flickered in her eyes—she had fought with everything she had, yet she was still powerless to protect her sister.
“Mr. Mendoza! What an unexpected honor!” Chuck’s demeanor flipped in an instant, a fawning smile plastered across his face as he hurried toward Conley. “Had I known you were coming, I would’ve prepared a proper banquet in your honor.”
Conley arched a brow, smirking with undisguised amusement. “Now, where is the fun in that? If I had warned you, I would’ve missed this little spectacle.”
“Forgive us.” Chuck’s expression faltered, the ingratiating smile frozen in place as beads of cold sweat trickled down his back. He couldn’t tell whether Conley was toying with him or simply stating the obvious.
“Ah, just a bit of family discipline, that’s all! My daughters have been getting out of line, so I had to teach them a lesson.” Chuck shot a pointed glance at the servants, who were still recovering from the scene. “Well? What are you standing around for? Take them back to their rooms!”
“Not so fast, Mr. Ramirez.” Conley’s voice, laced with amusement, cut through the air like a blade. He leaned back leisurely, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “I came here today to meet my future wife and perhaps share a moment or two with her. If you whisk her away now, how are we supposed to get acquainted?”
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