In a dark room, Charlotte was lying alone on a big soft bed, barely covered under the quilt.
Tonight was her wedding night with the Moore family’s Second Young Master.
However, there were no weddings nor banquets; there was only the rear view of a middle-aged man in a wheelchair and his unkind words—wash her clean and send her to my bed. I want to inspect her.
Inspect her…
To him, she was just a commodity for their mutually beneficial exchange.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Charlotte’s entire body tensed up as she grabbed the quilt tightly.
Rumor had it that the Second Young Master of the Moore family was a hideous man with a violent temper. It was said that after he turned impotent due to his disability, he had been moodier than ever.
There were even rumors that he had jinxed his five ex-wives to death. Thus, no one in the city, even those who were eyeing the wealth of the Moore family, dared to marry off their daughters to him.
However, the Wilson family was an exception.
state because their company’s source of capital had been cut off, and they were on the verge of bankruptcy. Her father’s decision to take up a loan from high-interest
up one after another and viciously threatened to kill
Her parents were reluctant to sacrifice her innocent younger sister, so in
sister’s stead to
wheelchair moving across the floor got louder, Charlotte held her
she could see a figure coming closer and
giant hand started stroking her body. His hands were just like him—rough and
couldn’t help
a sneer, followed by a man asking in a low voice, “Are
the hands didn’t stop caressing
slender fingers descended all the way from her cheeks, across her thin neck and
grabbed the quilt tightly, trying her best
pause there; instead, he ran his fingers along her lower abdomen
he was about to touch her sensitive parts, Charlotte finally couldn't bear it anymore and