Rejected By Her Family, Claimed By The Masked CEO

Chapter 13: Rules

Abigail remained seated on the edge of the enormous bed long after Henry left.

The bedroom had become quiet again, yet her mind felt louder than ever.

The marriage contract rested on the glass table exactly where he had left it, looking harmless despite having the power to completely change her life.

She stared at it for a long time before finally standing. "What’s going on?" she muttered. He never mentioned the marriage contract to her....

Even the room looked expensive enough to ignore her.

After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes provided by one of the maids, Abigail left the mansion with the contract safely hidden inside her bag.

The journey home even felt strange... The Previous day was her birthday. Today, she had somehow become the target of the country’s most mysterious businessman. At first, she thought he did it because he’s picky...

Life truly had no respect for common sense. By the time she arrived at the Williams mansion, the sun had already settled outside.

She pushed open the front door and immediately froze.

Everyone was in the living room?? Her parents, James and even Anna??

The moment they saw her, all four stood up at once.

Abigail blinked.

Had she entered the wrong house?

Mrs Williams reached her first. "Abigail!" The worry on her face looked surprisingly genuine.

"Where have you been?"

Mr Williams frowned. "We’ve been..." then he remembered they don’t even have her phone number... " You made us worried"

Abigail glanced around the room suspiciously. Something felt strange. Yesterday, they could barely remember she existed.

Today, they suddenly looked like concerned parents.

Very interesting. Fortunately, years of business negotiations had taught her how to lie with a straight face.

"My phone died, I would have informed Madam Perry to assure you" She lifted her phone as evidence.

"I met an old friend afterwards. We had a lot to talk about, so I stayed longer than expected."

Mrs Williams released a breath of relief. "Oh, thank goodness."

Mr Williams nodded. "We were worried."

Abigail almost laughed. Worried about what exactly?

Her safety? Or something else? She kept the question to herself. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Then, as expected, Anna ruined the moment. "You missed my birthday."

The complaint came out immediately. Abigail looked at her. "So?"

The living room fell silent.

Anna blinked. "So?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes. So?" Abigail almost revealed her crazy side, but shrugged anyway. "The party happened. You celebrated. Everybody had fun. Why are you acting as if I cancelled it?"

Anna looked personally offended. "Because you weren’t there!"

"Oh." Abigail nodded thoughtfully. Then she added, "Still sounds like a you problem," she murmured.

Anna stared at her as if she had just grown a second head. Where did her warm side go?

Anna looked ready to explode. Mrs Williams immediately stepped between them before a fight could begin. "You’re both sisters. Stop arguing."

Abigail didn’t bother responding. She was too tired both physically and mentally.

All she wanted right now was her bed. "Excuse me." Without waiting for permission, she headed upstairs.

The moment she entered her room and locked the door behind her, she released a long breath.

Finally!!!

Peace....

She dropped onto her chair and opened her bag.

The contract appeared again. Abigail stared at it and frowned. For someone who supposedly hated wasting time, Henry certainly enjoyed creating problems. freёwebnovel.com

Marriage?

The word alone gave her a headache. She picked up the document and leaned back.

Part of her wanted to tear it apart. The other part remembered exactly who had handed it to her.

Henry Michaelson.

Draco....

The man everyone feared. The man nobody understood. The man who somehow thought demanding marriage was a perfectly normal business proposal.

Abigail groaned and covered her face. She really didn’t want to sign it. Yet she couldn’t deny one uncomfortable truth.

She was really afraid of him. Not because he threatened people. Actually, that was the problem.

Henry always looked calm. Like a hunter who already knew the outcome. That kind of confidence was terrifying. Abigail lowered her hands and looked at the contract again.

Everyone knew stories about Draco’s grandparents. The elderly couple were famous throughout business circles.

So powerful and Wealthy but ridiculously stubborn. Maybe this entire marriage nonsense was their idea. She honestly wouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps they wanted grandchildren.

Perhaps they wanted Henry to settle down. All possibilities sounded reasonable. Because the alternative made even less sense.

Why her? She wasn’t some famous model. She wasn’t from an influential family. She wasn’t even a celebrity.

Meanwhile, Draco was constantly linked to beautiful women online. Especially this beauty goddess named Selena.

Abigail frowned.

That woman appeared beside him often enough to fuel endless rumours. Some articles claimed they were secretly engaged. Others insisted they had already gotten married overseas.

A few even claimed they had divorced. Nobody seemed to know the truth. Which wasn’t surprising. Nobody ever knew anything about Draco.

Selena was beautiful, elegant and Rich. The type of woman people expected beside a man like Henry.

Compared to her, Abigail felt painfully ordinary. So why exactly had he chosen her? The question refused to leave her mind.

Meanwhile, Henry Michaelson had been the country’s biggest mystery.

She remembered the night they met. She had been drunk and Heartbroken. Trying to forget her ex. One night later, and somehow her life had become a complete disaster.

Abigail shook her head tiredly. Her eyes drifted toward the signature at the bottom of the page.

She couldn’t help staring. She would have celebrated seeing it in her company files. That signature was practically legendary in the business world.

She had chased it through emails. Meetings. Proposals and Negotiations.

Now she finally had it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the contract she wanted.

Abigail traced the elegant handwriting with her eyes.

Whatever she was asking from him must have been valuable enough for him to demand something equally valuable in return.

Or maybe he was simply insane. Both explanations worked. As she flipped through the pages again, something slipped from behind the contract.

A smaller folded paper. Abigail frowned in confusion. She didn’t remember seeing it before.

Curious, she picked it up.

Then unfolded it. Her eyes widened immediately. At the very top of the page, written in bold letters, was a single word.

Rules.

Abigail blinked in disbelief. "Rules?" she muttered.

Her eye twitched, then she nodded bitterly. Of course, Draco had rules, and the question now was... How many?