Brenda 'Pov:
Another call from the kidnapper.
I don't know what those people in Security do!
All those people, and they can't even look at a cabin on top of a mountain!
'Excuse me, Sir. But we did the best we could."
The man I sent trembled and replied, "Even on the opposite hill there are our men." We're even using satellites and underground detection systems. Even he couldn't have dug the tunnel without our knowledge."
"So he's a magician who teleports himself into it?"
"... I'm sorry we failed in our duty."
Rarely have I been so angry.
I feel like I'm on the verge of losing control.
A group of them stood in the room with their heads down, looking as if they had done something wrong.
But scolding them won't help.
I rubbed my brow helplessly: "Forget it. Angelus, didn't you say there was a satellite? Start three days ago, see how people get in. Assistant get the car ready, and contact the local poli
"No, I'm wearing two masks." Eufez comforted her. I then noticed that beyond the mask, there were some bare scars extending out. I couldn't help but frown: "You did it yourself?" "Damn it, Brenda, would you stop talking. I've just coaxed her." Orpheus complained and said to Fiona, "Don't worry, it's just a little hurt." Detectives, you know, always bleed a little." Fiona whimpered, "Take off your mask and let me see it." "No." Eupheus took a step back, covering his mask. Fiona wants to come forward. I took her by the arm and sarcastically said, "It's too embarrassing to be like this." Come down with me and I'll have the doctor change you back." Fiona looked back at me immediately. "Can the wound on his face be healed?" I said, "Of course you can. It just takes a lot of suffering. But don't worry, he brought it on himself." Fiona was relieved to hear me say that. After all, even a little pain, but still better than this. Then she wiped away her tears and begged earnestly,
I stood before the mirror, adorned in a beautiful white wedding gown, clutching a bouquet of garden roses and pink ranunculus.Everything, from the makeup to the accessories, was flawless. Joy and hope sparkled in my azure eyes.My wedding stylists bustled around me, performing the final checks on my appearance. In the background, the symphonic music played in the hall, enveloping us in a soothing ambiance.I had, for God knows how many times, imagined the image of Damon's face, brimming with excitement as he beheld me in my wedding attire for the first time. Each time I imagined it, my anticipation to see him looking handsome and debonair in his tuxedo grew stronger.Damon and I had been in love for years. He was the ray of light in my dark life, and today, we were taking the step into marriage. It also meant I could break free from my suffocating and toxic family.The lavish wedding reception held at the upscale hotel was graced by influential figures from politics and business. The
Leaving the hotel, I walked on the bustling street with heavy steps.Vehicles flowed ceaselessly, and the sunlight felt scorching and harsh.My makeup was smeared, and my face appeared as if it had melted, all while I dragged my trailing white gown.Passersby gawked atthe woman in the pristine wedding gown, her expression resembling that of a crazed lunatic. They must have thought I'd gone completely mad.Where should I go? I had believed that today would be my escape from the oppressive Green family, a chance to lead a truly happy life with Damon. However, out of the blue, he dropped the bombshell that he had always loved Katherine and couldn't bear to be without her.Suddenly, everyone labeled ME as the third wheel, and my phone was inundated with messages insulting me as a shameless bitch.They accused me of using my status as the daughter of the Green family to pressure Katherine into breaking up with Damon.Yet Katherine was just an adopted daughter of the Green family, and she
I took a photo of the freshly printed marriage certificate and uploaded it to Facebook. Soon, my phone started buzzing with a barrage of notifications.Messages from my parents, and even from Damon and Katherine.They were shocked and infuriated, asking me what was going on.I didn't explain, I turned off my phone, cutting myself off from the outside world.A sense of satisfaction after revenge stirred within me. Though this risky decision couldn't yet prove what fate this man might bring into my life."Regretting it?" Bradyn's sudden question disrupted my thoughts as we drove to his home.The sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a shadow on his impeccably handsome profile. For a moment, Icouldn't help but wonder if there really could be a man so effortlessly elegant and divine."No! How could I!" I shook my head; I never felt regret for things in the past. As I looked at the engagement ring Damon had given me on my finger, it filled me with nothing but disgust.I strug
My eyes popped open, and there was Bradyn, sitting right beside me.I was stunned. Had he really just... kissed me?"Morning?"He propped himself up on the soft bedding with one hand, his deep blue eyes gazing down at me.I couldn't help but fixate on his perfectly shaped lips.That soft, warm touch, if it was a dream, it felt way too real.I touched my own lips, feeling a bit unsure.I didn't know if he actually kissed me like a real husband would, casually engaging in such intimate actions.No, we are already real husband and wife.From the moment I signed the papers in the city hall, I had become Mrs. Capel.But still, I thought that maintaining a little distance between "strangers" was sort of an unwritten rule in this peculiar, mutually beneficial marriage – I married this guy on a whim to get back at Damon, and he agreed, driven by his own mad quest to forget someone he loved but couldn't have."What's wrong?"Clearly, Bradyn didn't notice my conflicted state.Seeing my distract
The car headed south, and we quickly arrived at an estate located in the heart of Kansas.The grand Roman-style architecture exuded luxury wherever you looked. It was even larger than the mansion Bradyn and I were staying at!I began to doubt Bradyn's words; he said it was lent to him by his superior, but he was actually from a wealthy noble family!However, I didn't recall the Capel surname or hear about it from my father. Bradyn gentlemanly opened the car door for me, and a well-dressed, elegant man approached us.He greeted us respectfully."Mrs. Capel is waiting for you in the living room," I assumed he must be the butler here.When I first saw Mrs. Capel, I was deeply struck by her elegant beauty.She had a head of envy-worthy golden hair and captivating deep blue eyes.At that moment, I realized why Bradyn had such handsome features."Hello, Mrs. Capel." I approached and nodded at her."Hello, Fiona." Mrs. Capel warmly took my hand and kissed my cheek. She told me there was no
"Your expression looks as if the president is your father."I asked Bradyn teasingly, testing the waters with a lighthearted tone.Unexpectedly, this remark prompted hearty laughter from Mrs. Capel and Bradyn's aunts."Fiona, you're quite a clever girl," Mrs. Capel said with a chuckle.I was taken aback; I had just been joking and making random guesses."My mom was joking with you too," Bradyn quickly explained, shooting a disapproving look at his aunt.I patted my chest. "Good to know. You know, I've heard stories about the president having quite a temper. Rumor has it that once, when an office staffer accidentally spilled his tea, he ordered someone to break the poor fellow's legs. Living with someone like that would be unimaginable."Mrs. Capel's expression turned strange again, as if she was suppressing a laugh, but Bradyn's tone suddenly became chilly. "Where did you read that news?"I tried to recall the name of the magazine and stuttered, "I-I think it was Apple Weekly...""It
I went back to my bedroom and heard water crashing in the bathroom next door. It was Bradyn taking a shower.I put the two agreements on the nightstand.I had already signed it, and the assistant told me to bring it to Bradyn and sign it.Then, each of us would keep a copy, making our marriage officially contractual.At this point, my heart was racing a little, and I didn't know if it was because I was anxious to see how Bradyn would react to me signing without hesitation or if it was because he was on the other side of that frosted glass door, presumably undressed.How can I put it? It's a very vivid image.All I knew was that he dresses very well, but before today, I had never really imagined him naked.I blushed and wanted to do something to take my mind off it.My phone had been off all day, and when I finally turned it on, a barrage of notifications flooded in, as if my phone had caught a virus.[Fiona, where the hell have you been?][What's going on with that marriage certificat