Waking Up Ugly??
(She’s ugly but I’ll marry her)
By: Authoress Popcorn❤️
Genre: R0m-nce/ thri-ller?
? Chapter Thirty Two ?
After Beauty and Dylan had washed up, they ate before heading to the hospital to see Dylan’s father.
Beauty walked to the door and paused.
“I nee-d to see Granny first” she said and left to granny’s room. She was still unconscious with nurses in her room.
“They are doing their job well. She’ll be fine” Dylan said, trying to make her relax. She nodded and finally left the house. She was feeling nervous already.
“Do you think he’ll like me?” She asked Dylan. Dylan smi-rked.
“If he likes you or not, it doesn’t matter to me. We are married already. Besides, you made me promise not to ever leave you” he said and stared out of the window. Beauty furrowed her eyebrows and tou-ched Dylan’s face, making him stare at her.
“When did I say that?” She asked. That was when Dylan realized she said all of that subconsciously.
“Never mind” he said and placed his hand over her shoulder.
“The show is coming up really fast. Everyone will know who you truly are” Beauty said, pla-ying with his finger.
“And that we are married” he added. She stared at him.
“No, you don’t really have to tell anyone that you are married to me. What would they say?”
“Nothing. They dare not speak” he said.
Beauty sighed de-eply and blus-hed secretly.
“What’s that red thing on your cheek?” He asked, pointing his finger at her cheek. Beauty swiftly beat his hand off.
He chuckled softly and continued staring out of the car.
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After about two hours, they got to the hospital.
They had cleared the hospital already. No guests was allowed today because of Dylan and Beauty’s arrival. They followed the car park and entered into the elevator.
“Secret p@$$ageway huh?” Beauty asked.
“You watch too much cartoon Beauty” he replied. Beauty frowned. He grabbed her hand and walked her to his father’s room.
He was watching TV.
“Father” Dylan called out. He looked away from the TV and diverted his gaze at his son. He was looking quite different.
“Dylan? Is that you?” He asked, trying to sit up. Beauty saw the condition his father was. She felt sad. He has just three days to live. She saw the reason why Dylan wanted to stay with his father. She watched as he helped his father sit up.
“I see you’ve strated making profit from the company. I know you’ll make me proud” he said.
Dylan smiled and signalled Beauty to come. She slowly walked towards Dylan and stood in front of his father.
“Beauty? How is this possible?” He asked.
“Father, I know I should have told you everything sooner but, he’s the chance to. I’m married to Beauty and we’ve been married for…”
“Two months, sixteen days” Beauty helped him.
“That’s unbelievable. How could you marry him?” He asked.
“I’m Dylan father, I’m the King of the modelling industry” he said.
His father shot his eyes wide open and started coughing.
Beauty fetched him a gl@$$ of water and handed it to him. He collected it and gulped it down. He started breathing ha-rd.
“What did you say?” He asked, pa-nting.
“Father, believe me. You have no idea what I went throu-ghto get to that position today. I worked in the rain and in the sun and finally got what I wanted. It was just a small company of only fifteen workers and now… I have hospitals, hundreds of companies and millions of workers un-der me”
“My son is… The king” his father said with a smile on his face.
“Yes father, I am the King. I’m sad that I didn’t get to spend more time with you. I know it’s not your fault father and I won’t blame you. If you had come after me and let me back into the house, I wouldn’t have been what I am today. Thanks father”
“I’m sorry Dylan, I’m really sorry” his father cried, holding Dylan’s hands. Beauty handed him her handkerchief. He took it and wiped the tears off his face. Beauty wished she could also cry. She was getting emotional right now. She was also expecting Dylan to cry but he wasn’t crying.
“How the Fu-ck is he doing that? Why can’t he just cry?” She asked herself. His father took her hand and placed it on Dylan’s hand.
“You two are going to be together forever. Take care of your beautiful wife Dylan. Love her and cherish her”
“I will father, I’ll make you proud”
“You’ve made me proud already Dylan. I love you” his father said Beauty wipes the tears off her face and smiled. They stayed with Dylan toll evening.
Meanwhile, Tara came back from school and went to pay her brother a visit.
“I haven’t peed in twenty four hours”
“Woah, you just broke the Guinness world record bruh. I’m proud of you” Tara said, eating a sticker bar.
“Please, let me go to the toilet” he pleaded.
“Sure.. guards!” Tara called out. Three of them walked in. They were three times the size of Jason. Jason was planning to escape but since the guards walked in, he changes his mind. He went to the toilet and came back. They tied him to the chair and left the room. Tara smiled and sighed.
“You know that I’m helping you Jason. The house has been sold already. Mom has left, she claims to be getting married to another man but, I really do not care. I’m with Dylan and his wife and that’s a that matters”
Jason shot his eyes wide open and drew his head closer to Tara.
“Is Dylan married? Who is the b!tch that married him? Such poor thing!” Jason laughed.
“You’ll be shocked very soon Jason. I want to be there to see the look on your face when you know who Dylan’s wife is. I’ll se-nd your dinner over. Good night” Tara said and left. She was supposed to go see her father today but she was told that guests weren’t allowed today. She didn’t know that it was all Dylan.
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Beauty went back to granny’s house while Dylan stayed with his father. After tomorrow, he has only two days left.
While he was with him, he had an attack. The doctor rushed to him and told Dylan they had to operate on him.
“Even if you operate on him, it makes no difference. His two days will still remain the two days”
“I’m sorry sir. What do you want us to do?” One of the doctor asked.
“Go ahead with the operation” Dylan replied. They nodded and rushed him to the theatre.
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Beauty walked into the house and saw Sally making dinner.
“Hey girl, you are finally back” Sally said, stirring whatever she was cooking.
“Yeah, I’m back. What are you cooking?” She asked.
“Some pasta and sauce. The doctors and nurses seems hungry” she said.
“That’s nice of you. I’ll be in my room now”
“Okay” Sally replied and continued cooking. Beauty couldn’t get Dylan’s father off her head. She called Dylan to inform him that she had safely reached home.
“Baby?” She called out.
“Hey Beauty, you’ve gotten home right?” He asked.
“Yeah, you sound tensed, are you alright?” She asked.
After a three seconds silence, he answered.
“He was rushed to the theatre”
“Oh no, do you want me to come over?” She asked.
“You don’t have to. Visitors are allowed in already, if you come. They’ll figure out who I am. Just stay with granny okay? I’m here with dad” he said.
“Okay, sure” she replied and disconnected the call. Beauty went to granny and checked on her. She ate and went to sleep.
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The next day, everything went smoothly. Tara didn’t go to school. She spent the last two days with her father.
On the day he was going to die, a flower was se-nt to him by Dylan’s step mother. Dylan threw the flower into the trashcan. He didn’t even want to read the letter attached to it.
“Why don’t you want to read it?” Tara and Dylan turned and saw her behind them.
“What are you doing here?!” Dylan frowned. Tara who was sitting beside her father walked to her mother and wanted to push her out. She caught Tara’s hand and pushed her away.
“He’s still my husband. We are not divorced” she said and shoved them aside. She walked to him and sat where Tara was sitting. Dylan and Tara stared at each other and faced the wicked woman facing her father.
“Hunny! Look at me please” she said softly. He didn’t want to look at her at all.
“Please hunny! I know I’ve been a bad wife but trust me, I…”
“Leave now” he said.
“You can’t se-nd me away like this. I’m your wife”
“Not anymore. Stay away from my children” he said.
“Why? They are my children also”
“Not anymore woman. You are just a person that carried me in your stomach for nine months. That’s all. You are not my mother, not anymore” Tara Gr0-ned.
“What? Tara?”
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Waking Up Ugly??
(She’s ugly but I’ll marry her)
By: Authoress Popcorn❤️
Genre: R0m-nce/ thri-ller?
? Chapter Thirty Three?
Dylan’s step mother still didn’t want to leave the hospital. He was getting angry every second she spends with his father.
“Leave now! Please!” Dylan yelled at her but she didn’t listen. She only glared at him, waiting for him to die before she leaves.
“I’m not leaving from here” she replied. Dylan walked to her and grabbed her arm.
“How dare you touch me? Who the hell are you? Get your hands off me!” She cried as Dylan dragged her outside. Tara and her father exchanged glances at each other as she heaved a breath of relief.
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Dylan dragged her down this stairs and threw her purse at her.
The security guard walked towards him.
“Is she distracting your patient?” One of them asked.
“She’s more than a distraction. Make sure she doesn’t p@$$ this gate, she has no one here” he said and turned to leave.
“I’ll make you pay for what you just did to me” she said as the guards grabbed her hand also.
“How much? Tch!” He smi-rked and ran upstairs. He saw the doctors rushing into his father’s room with Tara outside.
“What’s going on?” He asked his sister.
Tears just flow down her cheek.
“I think he’s going to die” she cried. Dylan stared at the door but he couldn’t go in. He still doesn’t know how to cry.
The doctors walked out and shook their head.
“How’s my father?” He asked.
“We lost him, I’m sorry” one of them replied. They all walked away. Dylan walked into the room and saw as they covered his body with a white cloth.
“Father! I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he cried.
Tara just stood by the door and continued crying. She sat on the floor.
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“What? He’s dead! No!” Beauty cried also. She sat on the bed and disconnected the call. She got the call from Tara. She doesn’t know how Dylan is feeling right now.
He plans to bury his father after the award night which was taking place in three days time. Beauty was still one of the nominees. She doesn’t want to leave granny’s side, why would she go? Even if she went, she wouldn’t still be the winner of the award.
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Everyone was sad, everyone!
Tara got home and dead to the room where he kept Jason. She sat opposite him and heaved a breath of relief.
“Dad is dead” she broke the news to him.
“Hmph, finally” he rolled his eyes. That was when Tara knew that he was together with her mother. She took off her shoe and threw it at him.
“Ouch! My eyes!” He Gr0-ned.
“You are way worse than the devil! For that, no food for you tonight” she said and walked away.
“Hey! Tara! I’m your older brother, you can’t do this to me! Tara!” He yelled but Tara didn’t hear a word. The room was sound proof.
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The next morning…
“Thank you Mr Dylan, we’ll be expecting you on Friday night”
“Sure” Dylan disconnected the call and turned. Leo rushed into the room and stood close to him.
“I nee-d you to pick the most nicest dress for Beauty. She doesn’t like sparkling dresses. Make it simple but expensive” he said.
“I un-derstand” he said and left. As he walked p@$$ the door, Beauty rushed in. She saw Dylan looking outside the window.
“Dylan!” She cried and ran to him. He hu-gged her for almost thirty seconds, letting her cry in his arms. He can’t believe she was crying for another person’s death.
“I’m sorry” she said.
“Are you my father’s murderer?” He asked. Beauty kept quiet immediately. He used his thumb and wiped the tears on her face away.
“You didn’t do anything, okay? You should go and rest, you had a ha-rd time coming here. How’s Granny?”
“No sign of improvement and her condition is getting worse” she said.
Dylan sighed. He walked with her to the room and laid her on the bed.
“Your award is two days time, you should get some rest” he said.
She smiled and looked away from him.
“Why are you smiling?” He asked and folded his arms.
“Finally! Everyone will know who you are. The world famous king of the entertainment world, how cute”
“Enough of the teasing my lady, sleep” he covered her body and walked out of the room. Beauty knew he was still dealing with his father’s death.
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The maid brou-ght Jason’s breakfast when it was noon. He was upset because his sister starve him last night. Now, he was getting a late breakfast.
“Why are you just bringing this now? Huh!” He yelled at her.
“The boss’s wife is around. We have to serve her first before anyone else” the maid said and wanted to turn.
“Boss’s wife? Who is she?” He asked as he shot his eyes wide open.
“She’s…”
“That’s enough. You can go, talkative!” Tara stopped the maid. She hurriedly left the room.
Jason hissed. He was just close to knowing his brother’s anonymous wife. She walked towards her brother and sat opposite him.
“Tara, you have to free me from here. I have to find mom” he said.
“You are not leaving here…”
“Tara?” They both stopped talking when they heard Beauty’s voice outside the door.
Tara smi-rked and folded her legs.
“Come in sis” she said.
“Isn’t that… Beauty? What is she …”
“Tsk tsk tsk… Poor Jason” Beauty stood behind him. Because of the way he was tied, he couldn’t turn back to see Beauty.
“What are you doing here?”
“She is Dylan’s wife!” Tara said loudly. Jason stopped breathing for three seconds. His eyes were shot wide open. He wished everything he just heard five seconds ago was a lie.
“She’s what?” He asked.
“Where is Dylan?”
“Probably busy with work” Tara replied.
“Okay” she said and walked away from the room. She didn’t even show herself in front of Jason.
“Beauty! Beauty! Come back here you punk! You made the king ban me from modelling. I’ll make him do the same to you!” He yelled.
Tara smi-rked.
“Even the king respects her”
“What are you saying?” He asked Tara.
“You’ll un-derstand what I’m saying very soon” she murmured and left him. Jason continued breathing ha-rd. He wondered how long he was going to stay here. How could his younger sister treat him this way.
“Once I get out of here, I’ll make her pay” he thought to himself.
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Beauty went to see Dylan in the office and saw that he was asleep. He has been working since morning. He had spent the past days with his father, making his work pile up.
She walked to him and wrapped her arms around him. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at her.
“Are you awake?” She asked me. I smiled and sat up.
“You should rest”
“I’ve been resting all day long. It’s time for you to rest”
“I have work to do Beauty. I won’t, until I finish some of them” he said and continued checking the files.
“Fine, I’ll stay here with you” she walked to the couch and sat down. Dylan stared at her and shook his head. He married a stubborn wife.
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Beauty was checking her phone and also her votes. It was increasing rapidly.
“Fourty three thousand” she murmured.
“What’s that?” Dylan asked, still working.
“That’s my vote so far” she replied and sighed. She felt like she won’t win. Dylan stole glances from her and saw the worry on her face. He wasn’t allowed to vote since he was the judge. He had a plan.
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After some hours…
Sally se-nt Beauty a link. She furrowed her eyebrows and clic-ked on the link. It was a post that Dylan made.
“If I were to vote, Beauty is the best” she read silently.
“Did you post this?” She asked.
“Post what?” He asked. She knew he would deny it so she didn’t bother to ask. He had millions of like and share on thirty minutes.
She hurriedly went back to vote and gasped.
“Oh no” she murmured. Dylan stole glances from her again and saw the happiness in her face. He smiled and continued with his work.
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When it was night, Beauty walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied on her hair.
“I’ll be heading to the company tomorrow. The nominees have a live interview before the D-DAY”
“Do you want me to come with you?” He asked.
“You are kidding right?” She asked.
“I could pose as your temporary substitute @$$istant for tomorrow” he said. Beauty walked towards him on the bed and sat on the bed.
“No! I can’t let you do that” she said.
“I don’t nee-d your permission to. It’s an order from your master, my lady” he said. Beauty scoffed and looked away from him.
“You are something else” she murmured and walked away. She couldn’t believe her husband, the King, would be her @$$istant tomorrow. She smiled at the thought of it.
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Tbc?