The Runaway Mrs Dela Merced ( English )Updated at Apr 15, 2026, 22:35
“Now tell me! Do you really want to marry me and become Mrs. Dela Merced?”
“Yes!” I answer quickly, and I don’t look away from him. Even though my heart feels like it’s about to explode from the fear and nervousness I feel, I go weak when Vincent is this close to me like I can’t breathe.
“Are you sure?” he confirms.
“Why do you even need to ask? I told you, I love you and I want to be Mrs. Dela Merced. It’s my dream to be Mrs. Dela Merced.”
“Okay! Now! Take off your clothes!” he orders, his voice hard, and he rakes his eyes over me, from head to toe.
“WHAT??!!”
“Take your clothes off, Ella!”
“Vincent!! I can’t—”
“Why? Are you scared? To be honest, I want my woman naked when I’m around. If you can’t manage that now, I can’t marry you! This is what I call a tryout,” he says and rakes his eyes over my body again. “I like your lips, by the way.” He says it and runs his tongue over his top lip.
My mouth falls open as I stare at Vincent. Not once did I ever imagine I’d hear things like that from him.
“Are you going to take off your clothes or what?” Vincent asks in a bored tone.
“Stop this, Vincent!” I say, my lips trembling, and I keep stepping back away from him while he keeps stepping closer to me.
“I warned you, you didn’t listen. Now for one last chance, Ella, take your fucking clothes off,” he yells.
“No… No!” I answer, trembling, and as I back away I feel the sofa behind my legs and I can’t avoid him anymore.
“I’m losing patience here, Ella!” Vincent says, annoyed, and he yanks my shirt when he finally gets close to me.