Semua Bab She Killed to Marry Rich: Bab 1 - Bab 8

None of Samson's assistants dared slack off once he gave the order. And just like that, a dozen people escorted Priscilla out of the hospital. I was about to slip away when Samson's voice rang out, sharp with fury."Didn't they say my father was out of danger? Find out what's going on! I want every detail. And since Priscilla Jensen was the last one with him, dig up everything on her!"Just like they said, Samson was impossible to cross. Priscilla had no idea what she was in for. There was no way she'd get what she wanted. I had just unlocked my phone when a message from her came through. She wrote, "If you say a word about this, you're dead. Once I marry into the Carroll family, you'll get your cut. Did you see how Samson looked at me? He's already starting to care." Another text followed. "His parents are gone. From now on, I'll be the only family he has. And if his father wanted us to get married, he wouldn't dare refuse."After hearing what Samson had said, all I wanted

Before long, I had found a new place. That day, as I was getting ready to move, I suddenly saw that Albert's will had been leaked online. The post went viral, and Priscilla's photos were everywhere. The will made one thing clear—Samson had to marry Priscilla to inherit everything. With that, speculation exploded. Everyone assumed Priscilla had cared for Albert in his final days and won his favor. To them, it only made sense that he'd want her as his daughter-in-law.Soon after, a video of her donating blood at the hospital went viral. Netizens praised her beauty, kindness, looks, and figure. They even said it was no surprise that Samson had fallen for her. Despite all the fuss, Samson never denied a word. As the post gained traction, his silence was taken as confirmation. Before long, rumors ran wild. Everyone was saying he was getting ready to marry Priscilla. When reporters caught wind of that, they swarmed her for interviews. "It's nothing, really. I was just doing my job

It came as no surprise that Priscilla got sued. In no time, a crowd stormed the Jensen residence, demanding their money back. With no one home, they smashed the door to pieces. Red paint was splattered across it, scrawled with slurs like "Go to hell, scammer!" and "Shameless!"…Later, Samson took me to my father's grave and then to the house where I grew up."The house is yours now," he said. I stepped into the massive mansion, which sprawled across tens of thousands of square feet. By the entrance stood a swing, and something about it stirred a memory. A wave of nostalgia hit me. I used to play there all the time as a child. Before I knew it, dizziness swept over me. Fortunately, Samson caught me. "Back then, Mr. Pierce went bankrupt. He didn't want to drag you down with him, so he sent you to the countryside to be fostered. But you went missing. "All these years, my father was consumed by guilt for not finding you. He always said that if he ever saw you again, he'd make

"I'm not. I've just been really busy lately," I replied. Samson's eyes sparkled as he looked at me. They were striking, and he smelled faintly of citrus. "I don't believe that for a second. You're clearly avoiding me."He held my gaze like a puppy who'd finally found its forever home. I remembered picking oranges with him when we were kids. He had shaken the tree, and the fruit had rained down one by one. I managed to fill an entire basket. But in the end, our families caught us. So, I ran as fast as I could. By the time I stopped, only one orange was left. He had laughed and peeled it for me. Even now, I could still taste how sweet it was. As Samson spoke to me, I caught my coworkers whispering nearby. The thought of the gap between our worlds hit me again, and I instinctively pushed him away."I've been swamped with work. I just got back from overseas, and the first thing I did was come to see you," he said. He stepped in front of me, close but careful not to invade my