Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1849

When Melanie finally understood what had transpired, she quickly ducked aside to call Alejandro for help. “Something terrible has happened—Arianne went missing while attending Mateo’s funeral! And now your brother has gone mad from worry… God help me, I don’t know what to do!”

Naturally, this bombshell sucker-punched Alejandro into confusion. “Hold on. Arianne went to Mateo Rodriguez’s funeral? And Mark is attending it too?!”

Melanie was not in the mood to divulge the details. “The most important thing is that Arianne has somehow gone missing,” she repeated. “And Mark—for God knows why—is here, like right now, conducting this frantic search for her. From the looks of it, no one’s found her yet. My God, Alejandro, it’s pure chaos! Please come here as soon as possible!”

Without another word, Alejandro hung up. Melanie understood that he was not going to turn his back against such a request and let out a sigh of relief.

She tucked her phone safely and strode toward Mark and Mrs. Rodriguez, admonishing, “Mr. Tremont, please calm down for a moment, okay? Right now, escalation isn’t the best way forward, and continuing this skirmish here isn’t helpful either…”

Evidently, Melanie had scraped her usual tic of calling Mark by his name now that they were in public scrutiny. She would not want anyone to suspect some sort of deeper relationship between them.

Mark managed to calm down—however little. After all, it was starting to dawn on him that Arianne must have already left the area by now. Besides, judging from the look on Mrs. Rodriguez’s face, he figured that the woman’s lips would remain tight even if she knew something.

The most important item on Mark’s priority right now was to find Arianne. He must prevent misfortune from striking her.

Mark released his grip from Mrs. Rodriguez’s collar. He was just about to leave when the woman suddenly grabbed his arm and tugged toward herself, hard. “What, explaining this humiliating sh*tstorm before you leave is below you now? How do you expect me to preserve my dignity after all the crap you’ve put us through, huh? Huh?! Oh, we all know that you Tremonts are part of the 1%, the frickin’ ultra-rich elites, aren’t you? So, you fancy that privilege gives you people the right to terrorize anyone you like whenever the mood kicks in, huh?!”

Mark struggled against her grip, but the woman suddenly seemed possessed by an inhuman strength—it was as if she was trying to make sure he could never leave even if the effort killed her. Utterly vexed, Mark erupted, “Let me go! I’m in no mood to squander precious seconds with you!”

It was Melanie’s turn to be bemused. This was not the Mrs. Rodriguez she remembered at all—the woman was never this disagreeable and unreasonable in the past. Panicked, she chimed in, “Please, Mrs. Rodriguez! This whole thing is turning into a circus as it is now… We should go back to carrying out his funeral, okay?”

Mrs. Rodriguez, however, remained oblivious to Melanie’s plea. Her mind was made—she was going to lock Mark into this snafu no matter what!