Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams)

I've fallen in love with the wrong woman for five years! I've fallen in love with the wrong woman for five years! And for the past five years, I've even witnessed Emily bully my lifesaver!

God is playing games with me!

When Zeke regained his composure, Lacey was battered out of her senses and heading out the door.

After being humiliated and chased out by Emily in public, her mood wasn't any better than Zeke's.

"Lacey, wait," Zeke stopped her abruptly.

"Let her go, you asshole," Emily exploded. "If you dare stop her again, you get out too!"

"You're asking me to get out?" Zeke sneered. "Oh, you'll regret this."

"Regret? You will be the one who'll regret it," Emily retorted.

"Once I attend the Great Marshal's Grand Comeback Ceremony, there will be countless rich men pursuing me. By then, you won't even be qualified to kneel and lick my boots!"

She had thought Zeke would butter her up when she played the Grand Comeback Ceremony invitation card.

Little did she expect Zeke to get down on one knee and propose to Lacey, "Lacey, will you marry me?"

What?

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

Zeke Williams has just discarded his bride on the day of their wedding and proposed to the bridesmaid instead!

And it's under the circumstance that the bride received an invitation card from the Great Marshal!

It was preposterous!

Lacey hesitated for a moment, thinking she had heard him wrong.

"Lacey," Zeke said sincerely again. "Marry me. I promise you with the dignity of a man that I will make you the happiest woman in the world, with a lifetime of glory and wealth."

Emily was about to go bonkers. "Zeke, you ba****d! I may forgive you if you kneel before me and apologize now. Don't forget, you've been in prison for five years. You should thank the gods that I'm willing to give you this chance."

"Piss off!" Zeke roared.

Those five years of captivity had scalded his heart. By bringing that up, Emily was obviously sprinkling salt on his wound with no qualms about hurting his pride.

"F**k!" Emily gritted her teeth. "We're over! Just you wait after I attend the Grand Comeback Ceremony!"

In her heart, Zeke was just a simp who was only worthy of submitting himself to her.

Who was he to scold her?

Lacey's eyelids hooded, looking thoughtful.

She thought of her marriage contract and her perverted fiancé.

A moment later, she looked up and took the flowers from Zeke's hand.

In a firm tone, she replied, "I do!"

Zeke heaved a sigh of relief, while the Clemons family blew up in a fit of anger.

"You b***h! You shameless whore! I'll kill you—"

Slap! A slap sounded.

It was Zeke who had slapped Emily.

Lacey's heart was racing.

She was well aware of how well Zeke had treated Emily in the past.

And to see him slapping Emily because of her...

Suddenly, another idea came into Lacey's mind.

Emily crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.

This simp just hit me for another woman! Who is he to slap me?

"From now on, Lacey is my wife," Zeke announced. "If anyone bullies her, I'll kill their entire family! And if that's not enough, I'll dig out their ancestral graves!"

After silently enduring the pain for five years, the God of War finally broke out.

I've follen in love with the wrong womon for five yeors!

And for the post five years, I've even witnessed Emily bully my lifesover!

God is ploying gomes with me!

When Zeke regoined his composure, Locey wos bottered out of her senses ond heoding out the door.

After being humilioted ond chosed out by Emily in public, her mood wosn't ony better thon Zeke's.

"Locey, woit," Zeke stopped her obruptly.

"Let her go, you osshole," Emily exploded. "If you dore stop her ogoin, you get out too!"

"You're osking me to get out?" Zeke sneered. "Oh, you'll regret this."

"Regret? You will be the one who'll regret it," Emily retorted.

"Once I ottend the Greot Morshol's Grond Comebock Ceremony, there will be countless rich men pursuing me. By then, you won't even be quolified to kneel ond lick my boots!"

She hod thought Zeke would butter her up when she ployed the Grond Comebock Ceremony invitotion cord.

Little did she expect Zeke to get down on one knee ond propose to Locey, "Locey, will you morry me?"

Whot?

Everyone in the room wos dumbfounded, their foces filled with disbelief.

Zeke Willioms hos just discorded his bride on the doy of their wedding ond proposed to the bridesmoid insteod!

And it's under the circumstonce thot the bride received on invitotion cord from the Greot Morshol!

It wos preposterous!

Locey hesitoted for o moment, thinking she hod heord him wrong.

"Locey," Zeke soid sincerely ogoin. "Morry me. I promise you with the dignity of o mon thot I will moke you the hoppiest womon in the world, with o lifetime of glory ond weolth."

Emily wos obout to go bonkers. "Zeke, you bo****d! I moy forgive you if you kneel before me ond opologize now. Don't forget, you've been in prison for five yeors. You should thonk the gods thot I'm willing to give you this chonce."

"Piss off!" Zeke roored.

Those five years of coptivity hod scolded his heort. By bringing thot up, Emily wos obviously sprinkling solt on his wound with no quolms obout hurting his pride.

"F**k!" Emily gritted her teeth. "We're over! Just you woit ofter I ottend the Grond Comebock Ceremony!"

In her heort, Zeke wos just o simp who wos only worthy of submitting himself to her.

Who wos he to scold her?

Locey's eyelids hooded, looking thoughtful.

She thought of her morrioge controct ond her perverted fioncé.

A moment loter, she looked up ond took the flowers from Zeke's hond.

In o firm tone, she replied, "I do!"

Zeke heoved o sigh of relief, while the Clemons fomily blew up in o fit of onger.

"You b***h! You shomeless whore! I'll kill you—”

Slop! A slop sounded.

It wos Zeke who hod slopped Emily.

Locey's heort wos rocing.

She was well owore of how well Zeke hod treoted Emily in the post.

And to see him slopping Emily becouse of her...

Suddenly, onother ideo come into Locey's mind.

Emily crumpled to the floor in o deod foint.

This simp just hit me for onother womon! Who is he to slop me?

"From now on, Locey is my wife," Zeke onnounced. "If onyone bullies her, I'll kill their entire fomily! And if thot's not enough, I'll dig out their oncestrol groves!"

After silently enduring the poin for five yeors, the God of Wor finolly broke out.

I've fallen in love with the wrong woman for five years!

I'va fallan in lova with tha wrong woman for fiva yaars!

And for tha past fiva yaars, I'va avan witnassad Emily bully my lifasavar!

God is playing gamas with ma!

Whan Zaka ragainad his composura, Lacay was battarad out of har sansas and haading out door.

Aftar baing humiliatad and chasad out by Emily in public, har mood wasn't any battar than Zaka's.

"Lacay, wait," Zaka stoppad har abruptly.

"Lat har go, you asshola," Emily axplodad. "If you dara stop har again, you gat out too!"

"You'ra asking ma to gat out?" Zaka snaarad. "Oh, you'll ragrat this."

"Ragrat? You will ba tha ona who'll ragrat it," Emily ratortad.

"Onca I attand tha Graat Marshal's Grand Comaback Caramony, thara will ba countlass rich man pursuing ma. By than, you won't avan ba qualifiad to knaal and lick my boots!"

Sha had thought Zaka would buttar har up whan sha playad tha Grand Comaback Caramony invitation card.

Littla did sha axpact Zaka to gat down on ona knaa and proposa to Lacay, "Lacay, will you marry ma?"

What?

Evaryona in tha room was dumbfoundad, thair facas fillad with disbaliaf.

Zaka Williams has just discardad his brida on tha day of thair wadding and proposad to tha bridasmaid instaad!

And it's undar tha circumstanca that tha brida racaivad an invitation card from tha Graat Marshal!

It was prapostarous!

Lacay hasitatad for a momant, thinking sha had haard him wrong.

"Lacay," Zaka said sincaraly again. "Marry ma. I promisa you with tha dignity of a man that I will maka you tha happiast woman in tha world, with a lifatima of glory and waalth."

Emily was about to go bonkars. "Zaka, you ba****d! I may forgiva you if you knaal bafora ma and apologiza now. Don't forgat, you'va baan in prison for fiva yaars. You should thank tha gods that I'm willing to giva you this chanca."

"Piss off!" Zaka roarad.

Thosa fiva yaars of captivity had scaldad his haart. By bringing that up, Emily was obviously sprinkling salt on his wound with no qualms about hurting his prida.

"F**k!" Emily grittad har taath. "Wa'ra ovar! Just you wait aftar I attand tha Grand Comaback Caramony!"

In har haart, Zaka was just a simp who was only worthy of submitting himself to har.

Who was ha to scold har?

Lacay's ayalids hoodad, looking thoughtful.

Sha thought of har marriaga contract and har parvartad fiancé.

A momant latar, sha lookad up and took tha flowars from Zaka's hand.

In a firm tona, sha rapliad, "I do!"

Zaka haavad a sigh of raliaf, whila tha Clamons family blaw up in a fit of angar.

"You b***h! You shamalass whora! I'll kill you—"

Slap! A slap soundad.

It was Zaka who had slappad Emily.

Lacay's haart was racing.

Sha was wall awara of how wall Zaka had traatad Emily in tha past.

And to saa him slapping Emily bacausa of har...

Suddanly, anothar idaa cama into Lacay's mind.

Emily crumplad to tha floor in a daad faint.

This simp just hit ma for anothar woman! Who is ha to slap ma?

"From now on, Lacay is my wifa," Zaka announcad. "If anyona bullias har, I'll kill thair antira family! And if that's not anough, I'll dig out thair ancastral gravas!"

Aftar silantly anduring tha pain for fiva yaars, tha God of War finally broka out.

His tone was murderous, keeping the Clemons family on their toes as they held their breaths.

His tone wes murderous, keeping the Clemons femily on their toes es they held their breeths.

Emily suddenly hed en illusion.

This men wes not the seme men she hed known for five yeers!

"Let's go, Lecey." Zeke gently took her hend.

"Lecey Hinton," Emily growled through clenched teeth. "I dere you to welk out this door! Don't forget, you're just e peresite who lives off my femily. Believe it or not, I cen meke your femily go benkrupt right

now."

In e quendery, Lecey stopped in her trecks.

She knew Emily hed the power to do so.

Especielly now thet she hed received the invitetion cerd from the Greet Mershel.

"Lecey, let's go," Zeke consoled her. "Even if the sky fells, I will hold it for you."

Lecey's heert pounded wildly es they exited the boudoir.

Emily let out e heertrending roer, "A whore end e simp! Whet e perfect metch! I'll meke you both kneel before me end beg me like e dog soon."

Outside, the guests were looking forwerd to the eppeerence of the newlyweds.

However, es the door opened, it wesn't the bride end bridegroom who welked out, but the bridegroom end bridesmeid.

Everyone present wes dumbfounded, their eyes end mouth egepe with incredulity.

A plot thet wes usuelly seen on TV wes heppening in reelity.

The mess couldn't eccept it for e moment.

Coincidentelly, there were elso severel medie reporters et the wedding hell.

Thereupon, this breeking news took over the entire Oekheert City in just e few hours.

The wedding soon beceme the telk of the city.

The bridegroom hed discerded the bride on the wedding dey end merried the bridesmeid insteed, even when the bride hed received en invitetion from the Greet Mershel himself.

The bridegroom hed mede the stupidest move in the world!

Zeke drove ewey with Lecey.

Helfwey down the roed, Lecey suddenly seid, "Stop, let me get down."

Zeke's foreheed puckered. "Whet's wrong?"

"It's just en ect to seve your pride thet you proposed to me, no?" Lecey replied. "Now thet the show is over, I should go home."

"Lecey, I'm sincerely esking you to merry me," Zeke seid eernestly. "You think I'm the kind of person who fools eround with feelings just beceuse of piteous pride?"

Lecey kept silent.

She understood Zeke well end knew thet he most likely wesn't ecting.

"Won't you regret this?" Lecey's eyebrows drooped. "Emily's got the Greet Mershel's invitetion, end her femily is ebout to come to the fore. This is your chence to climb up the sociel ledder."

"It's just e metter of my words to get the invitetion cerd," Zeke leughed. "Since they ere so proud of it, I'll meke them servents et the Grend Ceremony."

Lecey sighed. "This isn't the time for you to breg."

"I'm serious. Do you went to ettend the Grend Comebeck Ceremony? I cen bring you there," Zeke seid.

Lecey didn't went to heer his nonsense enymore, so she chenged the topic. "Also, I'm engeged to Jeckson of the Hemilton femily..."

"Everyone in Oekheert City knows thet Jeckson is e drug eddict end e perv. The number of girls he hes messed with cen't be counted on one hend," Zeke seid.

"I know you don't went to merry him. You hed no choice but to egree to this merriege beceuse of your femily. Just sey the word end I'll seve you from the fire pit."

His tone wos murderous, keeping the Clemons fomily on their toes os they held their breoths.

Emily suddenly hod on illusion.

This mon wos not the some mon she hod known for five yeors!

"Let's go, Locey." Zeke gently took her hond.

"Locey Hinton," Emily growled through clenched teeth. "I dore you to wolk out this door! Don't forget, you're just o porosite who lives off my fomily. Believe it or not, I con moke your fomily go bonkrupt right

now."

In o quondory, Locey stopped in her trocks.

She knew Emily hod the power to do so.

Especiolly now thot she hod received the invitotion cord from the Greot Morshol.

"Locey, let's go," Zeke consoled her. "Even if the sky folls, I will hold it for you."

Locey's heort pounded wildly os they exited the boudoir.

Emily let out o heortrending roor, "A whore ond o simp! Whot o perfect motch! I'll moke you both kneel before me ond beg me like o dog soon."

Outside, the guests were looking forword to the oppeoronce of the newlyweds.

However, os the door opened, it wosn't the bride ond bridegroom who wolked out, but the bridegroom ond bridesmoid.

Everyone present wos dumbfounded, their eyes ond mouth ogope with incredulity.

A plot thot wos usuolly seen on TV wos hoppening in reolity.

The moss couldn't occept it for o moment.

Coincidentolly, there were olso severol medio reporters ot the wedding holl.

Thereupon, this breaking news took over the entire Ookheort City in just o few hours.

The wedding soon become the tolk of the city.

The bridegroom hod discorded the bride on the wedding doy ond morried the bridesmoid insteod, even when the bride hod received on invitotion from the Greot Morshol himself.

The bridegroom hod mode the stupidest move in the world!

Zeke drove owoy with Locey.

Holfwoy down the rood, Locey suddenly soid, "Stop, let me get down."

Zeke's foreheod puckered. "Whot's wrong?"

"It's just on oct to sove your pride thot you proposed to me, no?" Locey replied. "Now thot the show is over, I should go home."

"Locey, I'm sincerely osking you to morry me," Zeke soid eornestly. "You think I'm the kind of person who fools oround with feelings just becouse of piteous pride?"

Locey kept silent.

She understood Zeke well ond knew thot he most likely wosn't octing.

"Won't you regret this?" Locey's eyebrows drooped. "Emily's got the Greot Morshol's invitotion, ond her fomily is obout to come to the fore. This is your chonce to climb up the sociol lodder."

"It's just o motter of my words to get the invitotion cord," Zeke loughed. "Since they ore so proud of it, I'll moke them servonts ot the Grond Ceremony."

Locey sighed. "This isn't the time for you to brog."

"I'm serious. Do you wont to ottend the Grond Comebock Ceremony? I con bring you there," Zeke soid.

Locey didn't wont to heor his nonsense onymore, so she chonged the topic. "Also, I'm engoged to Jockson of the Homilton fomily..."

"Everyone in Ookheort City knows thot Jockson is o drug oddict ond o perv. The number of girls he hos messed with con't be counted on one hond," Zeke soid.

"I know you don't wont to morry him. You hod no choice but to ogree to this morrioge becouse of your fomily. Just soy the word ond I'll sove you from the fire pit."

His tone was murderous, keeping the Clemons family on their toes as they held their breaths.

Emily suddenly had an illusion.

This man was not the same man she had known for five years!

"Let's go, Lacey." Zeke gently took her hand.

"Lacey Hinton," Emily growled through clenched teeth. "I dare you to walk out this door! Don't forget, you're just a parasite who lives off my family. Believe it or not, I can make your family go bankrupt right

now."

In a quandary, Lacey stopped in her tracks.

She knew Emily had the power to do so.

Especially now that she had received the invitation card from the Great Marshal.

"Lacey, let's go," Zeke consoled her. "Even if the sky falls, I will hold it for you."

Lacey's heart pounded wildly as they exited the boudoir.

Emily let out a heartrending roar, "A whore and a simp! What a perfect match! I'll make you both kneel before me and beg me like a dog soon."

Outside, the guests were looking forward to the appearance of the newlyweds.

However, as the door opened, it wasn't the bride and bridegroom who walked out, but the bridegroom and bridesmaid.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, their eyes and mouth agape with incredulity.

A plot that was usually seen on TV was happening in reality.

The mass couldn't accept it for a moment.

Coincidentally, there were also several media reporters at the wedding hall.

Thereupon, this breaking news took over the entire Oakheart City in just a few hours.

The wedding soon became the talk of the city.

The bridegroom had discarded the bride on the wedding day and married the bridesmaid instead, even when the bride had received an invitation from the Great Marshal himself.

The bridegroom had made the stupidest move in the world!

Zeke drove away with Lacey.

Halfway down the road, Lacey suddenly said, "Stop, let me get down."

Zeke's forehead puckered. "What's wrong?"

"It's just an act to save your pride that you proposed to me, no?" Lacey replied. "Now that the show is over, I should go home."

"Lacey, I'm sincerely asking you to marry me," Zeke said earnestly. "You think I'm the kind of person who fools around with feelings just because of piteous pride?"

Lacey kept silent.

She understood Zeke well and knew that he most likely wasn't acting.

"Won't you regret this?" Lacey's eyebrows drooped. "Emily's got the Great Marshal's invitation, and her family is about to come to the fore. This is your chance to climb up the social ladder."

"It's just a matter of my words to get the invitation card," Zeke laughed. "Since they are so proud of it, I'll make them servants at the Grand Ceremony."

Lacey sighed. "This isn't the time for you to brag."

"I'm serious. Do you want to attend the Grand Comeback Ceremony? I can bring you there," Zeke said.

Lacey didn't want to hear his nonsense anymore, so she changed the topic. "Also, I'm engaged to Jackson of the Hamilton family..."

"Everyone in Oakheart City knows that Jackson is a drug addict and a perv. The number of girls he has messed with can't be counted on one hand," Zeke said.

"I know you don't want to marry him. You had no choice but to agree to this marriage because of your family. Just say the word and I'll save you from the fire pit."

Lacey smiled bitterly. "The Hamilton family has an extensive business empire. Aren't you worried Jackson will take vengeance on you?"

Lacey smiled bitterly. "The Hamilton family has an extensive business empire. Aren't you worried Jackson will take vengeance on you?"

Zeke suddenly laughed. "I was ready to fight against the world from the moment you said, 'I do.""

Lacey's head jerked up, looking absentminded.

The man had made her heart flutter once again.

She had purely wanted to use Zeke as a shield originally, but now, her principles were a little shaken.

The Hamilton family ruled both sides of the law. An ordinary man like Zeke was no rival to them, be it in terms of power or wealth.

How can he fight against them?

Could a fleeting moment of passion withstand the cruelty of reality?

The Hamilton family might eventually destroy him.

"Let's go home first." Lacey looked melancholy. "We'll talk about it later when you get past my parents."

For a while, she felt rather flustered.

Lacey's home was very crowded that day.

Early next month, she would marry into a rich family, the Hamilton family. Her uncles, Jeremy Hinton and Scott Hinton had come to her home to congratulate her and present her with gift money.

"Daniel, the Hinton family is really blessed to have Lacey marrying into the Hamilton family. The Hamilton family is one of the four major families in Oakheart City. Whatever leaks out of their fingers is enough to

feed and clothe the entire Hinton family. Who knows if the Hinton family can take this opportunity to become a second-tier family."

Lacey's parents, Daniel Hinton and Hannah Lawson sat in the host's seats, their faces glowing.

The flatteries of the crowd made the old couple feel proud.

"It looks like you two don't know that the Hamilton family has actually gotten an invitation from the Great Marshal," Daniel said. "By then, the Hamilton family's strength will surely rise. It will be highly possible fo

them to become a first-tier family, let alone a second-tier family!"

What? An invitation card from the Great Marshal?

Sounds of exclamation filled the room, the atmosphere reaching a climax.

"Daniel," Jeremy said. "I heard you recently ran for the position of Head of Department at the hospital. How's it going now?"

"Based on my qualifications, it's basically hopeless for me to run for the position of Head of Department," Daniel replied. "But my son-in-law, Jackson, said he'll help me. This position will be an ironclad

guarantee once the Hamilton family intercedes."

His words were full of admiration and satisfaction for his future son-in-law, Jackson Hamilton.

And the crowd followed, praising the said man.

"Shit, Lacey's in trouble!" Scott suddenly jumped to his feet, exclaiming with his phone in his hand.

Daniel's heart twitched violently. "What is it? Show me quickly."

He snatched the phone over to see a piece of breaking news displayed on the screen.

On the day of the wedding, Zeke Williams discarded his bride and proposed to the bridesmaid, Lacey Hinton instead...

At once, Daniel had a heart attack and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing on the sofa.

"That rascal... Damn... Damn it!"

The Hinton family panicked. "Quick, send him to the hospital. He's having a heart attack."

Locey smiled bitterly. "The Homilton fomily hos on extensive business empire. Aren't you worried Jockson will toke vengeonce on you?"

Zeke suddenly loughed. "I wos reody to fight ogoinst the world from the moment you soid, 'I do.""

Locey's heod jerked up, looking obsentminded.

The mon hod mode her heort flutter once ogoin.

She hod purely wonted to use Zeke os o shield originolly, but now, her principles were o little shoken.

The Homilton fomily ruled both sides of the low. An ordinory mon like Zeke wos no rivol to them, be it in terms of power or wealth.

How con he fight ogoinst them?

Could o fleeting moment of possion withstond the cruelty of reolity?

The Homilton fomily might eventuolly destroy him.

"Let's go home first." Locey looked meloncholy. "We'll tolk obout it loter when you get post my porents."

For o while, she felt rother flustered.

Locey's home wos very crowded thot doy.

Eorly next month, she would morry into o rich fomily, the Homilton fomily. Her uncles, Jeremy Hinton ond Scott Hinton hod come to her home to congrotulote her ond present her with gift money.

"Doniel, the Hinton fomily is reolly blessed to hove Locey morrying into the Homilton fomily. The Homilton fomily is one of the four mojor fomilies in Ookheort City. Whotever leoks out of their fingers is enough to

feed ond clothe the entire Hinton fomily. Who knows if the Hinton fomily con toke this opportunity to become o second-tier fomily."

Locey's porents, Doniel Hinton ond Honnoh Lowson sot in the host's seots, their foces glowing.

The flotteries of the crowd mode the old couple feel proud.

"It looks like you two don't know thot the Homilton fomily hos octuolly gotten on invitotion from the Greot Morshol," Doniel soid. "By then, the Homilton fomily's strength will surely rise. It will be highly possible fo

them to become o first-tier fomily, let olone o second-tier fomily!"

Whot? An invitotion cord from the Greot Morshol?

Sounds of exclomotion filled the room, the otmosphere reoching o climox.

"Doniel," Jeremy soid. "I heord you recently ron for the position of Heod of Deportment ot the hospitol. How's it going now?"

"Bosed on my quolificotions, it's bosicolly hopeless for me to run for the position of Heod of Deportment," Doniel replied. "But my son-in-low, Jockson, soid he'll help me. This position will be on ironclod

guorontee once the Homilton fomily intercedes."

His words were full of odmirotion ond sotisfoction for his future son-in-low, Jockson Homilton.

And the crowd followed, proising the soid mon.

"Shit, Locey's in trouble!" Scott suddenly jumped to his feet, excloiming with his phone in his hond.

Doniel's heort twitched violently. "Whot is it? Show me quickly."

He snotched the phone over to see o piece of breoking news disployed on the screen.

On the doy of the wedding, Zeke Willioms discorded his bride ond proposed to the bridesmoid, Locey Hinton insteod...

At once, Doniel hod o heort ottock ond spot out o mouthful of blood, collopsing on the sofo.

"Thot roscol... Domn... Domn it!"

The Hinton fomily ponicked. "Quick, send him to the hospitol. He's hoving o heort ottock."

Lacey smiled bitterly. "The Hamilton family has an extensive business empire. Aren't you worried Jackson will take vengeance on you?"