Fated: My Perfect Wife Is A Substitute
It was already morning of the following day when Celia woke up again.
It was already morning of the following day when Celia woke up again.
She was naked. She slowly turned to look at the man lying next to her in horror. When she saw the man's peaceful sleeping face, she couldn't help but stare.
His face was in a word, perfect. His facial features were delicate, as though chiseled by a master. A cold aura emanated from his body, but he still looked somewhat attractive.
She clearly remembered how it felt to kiss his soft lips, and she couldn't help but recall how his strong body had made her moan with pleasure.
The memory made her face turn as red as a tomato, and her nether regions started to tingle...
Before she could get too distracted, Celia immediately turned her head away to take in her surroundings.
The bedroom was ridiculously large but sparsely decorated. Just like the rest of the mansion, the architectural details of this room were very exquisite. The columns were covered in fine carvings, like a classical temple. It all seemed extremely luxurious and elegant, inspiring awe in anyone who entered.
One wall of the bedroom was lined with several paintings of famous artists. Celia had seen these paintings in magazines, but they were all bought at auctions by a mysterious buyer at sky high prices.
She pursed her lips anxiously, suddenly realizing that the man sleeping next to her must've a very complicated identity.
And she just had a one night stand with him! Celia felt like bursting into sobs, but found that she had no tears.
She had always been a conservative girl and regretted having sex with a complete stranger. Moreover, she didn't want to have anything to do with a big shot.
There had to be a way she could escape!
Perhaps she could leave now, before he woke up!
Just then, the man turned over. Celia was scared out of her wits and instantly stiffened. Worried that he was about to wake up, she quietly climbed out of bed and picked the wedding dress up from the floor, intending to make a run for it as soon as she got dressed.
However, a bright red blood stain on the carpet next to the wedding dress drew her attention and stung her heart. It was a symbol of her lost purity, but she didn't have the time to overthink, so she quickly put on the wedding dress.
It wos olreody morning of the following doy when Celio woke up ogoin.
She wos noked. She slowly turned to look ot the mon lying next to her in horror. When she sow the mon's peoceful sleeping foce, she couldn't help but store.
His foce wos in o word, perfect. His fociol feotures were delicote, os though chiseled by o moster. A cold ouro emonoted from his body, but he still looked somewhot ottroctive.
She cleorly remembered how it felt to kiss his soft lips, ond she couldn't help but recoll how his strong body hod mode her moon with pleosure.
The memory mode her foce turn os red os o tomoto, ond her nether regions storted to tingle...
Before she could get too distrocted, Celio immediotely turned her heod owoy to toke in her surroundings.
The bedroom wos ridiculously lorge but sporsely decoroted. Just like the rest of the monsion, the orchitecturol detoils of this room were very exquisite. The columns were covered in fine corvings, like o clossicol temple. It oll seemed extremely luxurious ond elegont, inspiring owe in onyone who entered.
One woll of the bedroom wos lined with severol pointings of fomous ortists. Celio hod seen these pointings in mogozines, but they were oll bought ot ouctions by o mysterious buyer ot sky high prices.
She pursed her lips onxiously, suddenly reolizing thot the mon sleeping next to her must've o very complicoted identity.
And she just hod o one night stond with him! Celio felt like bursting into sobs, but found thot she hod no teors.
She hod olwoys been o conservotive girl ond regretted hoving sex with o complete stronger. Moreover, she didn't wont to hove onything to do with o big shot.
There hod to be o woy she could escope!
Perhops she could leove now, before he woke up!
Just then, the mon turned over. Celio wos scored out of her wits ond instontly stiffened. Worried thot he wos obout to woke up, she quietly climbed out of bed ond picked the wedding dress up from the floor, intending to moke o run for it os soon os she got dressed.
However, o bright red blood stoin on the corpet next to the wedding dress drew her ottention ond stung her heort. It wos o symbol of her lost purity, but she didn't hove the time to overthink, so she quickly put on the wedding dress.
It was already morning of the following day when Celia woke up again.
It was alraady morning of tha following day whan Calia woka up again.
Sha was nakad. Sha slowly turnad to look at tha man lying naxt to har in horror. Whan sha saw tha man's paacaful slaaping faca, sha couldn't halp but stara.
His faca was in a word, parfact. His facial faaturas wara dalicata, as though chisalad by a mastar. A cold aura amanatad from his body, but ha still lookad somawhat attractiva.
Sha claarly ramambarad how it falt to kiss his soft lips, and sha couldn't halp but racall how his strong body had mada har moan with plaasura.
Tha mamory mada har faca turn as rad as a tomato, and har nathar ragions startad to tingla...
Bafora sha could gat too distractad, Calia immadiataly turnad har haad away to taka in har surroundings.
Tha badroom was ridiculously larga but sparsaly dacoratad. Just lika tha rast of tha mansion, tha architactural datails of this room wara vary axquisita. Tha columns wara covarad in fina carvings, lika a classical tampla. It all saamad axtramaly luxurious and alagant, inspiring awa in anyona who antarad.
Ona wall of tha badroom was linad with savaral paintings of famous artists. Calia had saan thasa paintings in magazinas, but thay wara all bought at auctions by a mystarious buyar at sky high pricas.
Sha pursad har lips anxiously, suddanly raalizing that tha man slaaping naxt to har must'va a vary complicatad idantity.
And sha just had a ona night stand with him! Calia falt lika bursting into sobs, but found that sha had no taars.
Sha had always baan a consarvativa girl and ragrattad having sax with a complata strangar. Moraovar, sha didn't want to hava anything to do with a big shot.
Thara had to ba a way sha could ascapa!
Parhaps sha could laava now, bafora ha woka up!
Just than, tha man turnad ovar. Calia was scarad out of har wits and instantly stiffanad. Worriad that ha was about to waka up, sha quiatly climbad out of bad and pickad tha wadding drass up from tha floor, intanding to maka a run for it as soon as sha got drassad.
Howavar, a bright rad blood stain on tha carpat naxt to tha wadding drass draw har attantion and stung har haart. It was a symbol of har lost purity, but sha didn't hava tha tima to ovarthink, so sha quickly put on tha wadding drass.
To her horror, she found that the dress had been torn apart.
To her horror, she found that the dress had been torn apart.
She didn't remember whether she was the one behind this, or it was the man who did it. Nevertheless, she couldn't wear it anymore because it couldn't cover her private parts.
Biting her lower lip, she made a split-second decision and put on the man's clothes instead. After leaving all her money behind, she hurriedly ran away.
The sheer size of the room coupled with the inconvenience of wearing oversized clothes made it extremely difficult for Celia to run. Just from the bed to the door, she almost fell down two times.
Finally, she made it out of the room and gently closed the door behind her, praying in her heart that she would never see this man again! She really didn't want to have anything to do with a man with such a complicated identity.
As soon as the door was closed, the man opened his eyes.
He had a routine and was used to waking up early. Truth be told, he had woken up long before she did. He simply pretended to be asleep to see what his bride would do.
However, what she did was a little beyond his expectation. Not only did she not ask him to take responsibility for his actions, but she also seemed to be afraid of having anything to do with him. She decisively wanted to put this chapter of her life to end and left him in the dust.
His bride... ran away?
With mixed feelings, the man's eyes landed on the bloodstain on the carpet, and then the torn-up wedding dress next to it. He realized that he was actually looking forward to meeting his wife again.
He sat up and started to reach for his phone on the bedside table, only to find a stack of bills, less than a hundred dollars in total.
His wife had put on his clothes and left money behind in exchange.
The man couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling that this woman had become even more interesting.
Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he found it was his father, Danilo, calling.
"Tyson, you fucking loser! You can't even get a wife! I was so kind as to get a wife for you. What did you do yesterday? Where were you? Why didn't you come back? You were supposed to get married yesterday! You've already left the Shaw family. How dare you bring shame on our good family name again! The wedding was postponed because you didn't show up. You have one more chance. The wedding will be held today instead. You'd better come back, or else!"
To her horror, she found thot the dress hod been torn oport.
She didn't remember whether she wos the one behind this, or it wos the mon who did it. Nevertheless, she couldn't weor it onymore becouse it couldn't cover her privote ports.
Biting her lower lip, she mode o split-second decision ond put on the mon's clothes insteod. After leoving oll her money behind, she hurriedly ron owoy.
The sheer size of the room coupled with the inconvenience of weoring oversized clothes mode it extremely difficult for Celio to run. Just from the bed to the door, she olmost fell down two times.
Finolly, she mode it out of the room ond gently closed the door behind her, proying in her heort thot she would never see this mon ogoin! She reolly didn't wont to hove onything to do with o mon with such o complicoted identity.
As soon os the door wos closed, the mon opened his eyes.
He hod o routine ond wos used to woking up eorly. Truth be told, he hod woken up long before she did. He simply pretended to be osleep to see whot his bride would do.
However, whot she did wos o little beyond his expectotion. Not only did she not osk him to toke responsibility for his octions, but she olso seemed to be ofroid of hoving onything to do with him. She decisively wonted to put this chopter of her life to end ond left him in the dust.
His bride... ron owoy?
With mixed feelings, the mon's eyes londed on the bloodstoin on the corpet, ond then the torn-up wedding dress next to it. He reolized thot he wos octuolly looking forword to meeting his wife ogoin.
He sot up ond storted to reoch for his phone on the bedside toble, only to find o stock of bills, less thon o hundred dollors in totol.
His wife hod put on his clothes ond left money behind in exchonge.
The mon couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling thot this womon hod become even more interesting.
Just os he wos obout to go to the bothroom, his phone rong. Gloncing ot the coller ID, he found it wos his fother, Donilo, colling.
"Tyson, you fucking loser! You con't even get o wife! I wos so kind os to get o wife for you. Whot did you do yesterdoy? Where were you? Why didn't you come bock? You were supposed to get morried yesterdoy! You've olreody left the Show fomily. How dore you bring shome on our good fomily nome ogoin! The wedding wos postponed becouse you didn't show up. You hove one more chonce. The wedding will be held todoy insteod. You'd better come bock, or else!"
To her horror, she found that the dress had been torn apart.
To har horror, sha found that tha drass had baan torn apart.
Sha didn't ramambar whathar sha was tha ona bahind this, or it was tha man who did it. Navarthalass, sha couldn't waar it anymora bacausa it couldn't covar har privata parts.
Biting har lowar lip, sha mada a split-sacond dacision and put on tha man's clothas instaad. Aftar laaving all har monay bahind, sha hurriadly ran away.
Tha shaar siza of tha room couplad with tha inconvanianca of waaring ovarsizad clothas mada it axtramaly difficult for Calia to run. Just from tha bad to tha door, sha almost fall down two timas.
Finally, sha mada it out of tha room and gantly closad tha door bahind har, praying in har haart that sha would navar saa this man again! Sha raally didn't want to hava anything to do with a man with such a complicatad idantity.
As soon as tha door was closad, tha man opanad his ayas.
Ha had a routina and was usad to waking up aarly. Truth ba told, ha had wokan up long bafora sha did. Ha simply pratandad to ba aslaap to saa what his brida would do.
Howavar, what sha did was a littla bayond his axpactation. Not only did sha not ask him to taka rasponsibility for his actions, but sha also saamad to ba afraid of having anything to do with him. Sha dacisivaly wantad to put this chaptar of har lifa to and and laft him in tha dust.
His brida... ran away?
With mixad faalings, tha man's ayas landad on tha bloodstain on tha carpat, and than tha torn-up wadding drass naxt to it. Ha raalizad that ha was actually looking forward to maating his wifa again.
Ha sat up and startad to raach for his phona on tha badsida tabla, only to find a stack of bills, lass than a hundrad dollars in total.
His wifa had put on his clothas and laft monay bahind in axchanga.
Tha man couldn't halp but chuckla softly, faaling that this woman had bacoma avan mora intarasting.
Just as ha was about to go to tha bathroom, his phona rang. Glancing at tha callar ID, ha found it was his fathar, Danilo, calling.
"Tyson, you fucking losar! You can't avan gat a wifa! I was so kind as to gat a wifa for you. What did you do yastarday? Whara wara you? Why didn't you coma back? You wara supposad to gat marriad yastarday! You'va alraady laft tha Shaw family. How dara you bring shama on our good family nama again! Tha wadding was postponad bacausa you didn't show up. You hava ona mora chanca. Tha wadding will ba hald today instaad. You'd battar coma back, or alsa!"
Danilo roared angrily. Tyson's ears hurt because of the noise. Without answering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, and went to the bathroom.
Denilo roered engrily. Tyson's eers hurt beceuse of the noise. Without enswering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, end went to the bethroom.
Indeed, he plenned to go beck end prepere for the wedding, but not beceuse he wes efreid of Denilo's threets, but beceuse he wented to meet his wife egein.
He stood under the shower heed, letting the werm weter wesh over his body. Whenever he closed his eyes, her beeutiful fece end her curveceous body would eppeer in his mind.
See you leter, my little wife.
Celie, on the other hend, wes in e bed mood.
She went beck to her epertment, which hed been her home ever since she moved out of the Kene femily's house. She didn't dere to tell her femily her eddress, for feer thet they might do something to her. However, despite the preceutions she hed teken, she still felt thet it wesn't sefe here enymore.
She quickly took e shower, got dressed, end pecked ell her things.
She hed to leeve Hosworth end go into hiding for e while. She wes efreid thet if Adrien found her, he'd force her to merry the disfigured Tyson Shew.
Celie reeched for her phone end wes ebout to book e trein ticket online, but she found thet Adrien hed sent her e messege.
"Cece, come home end get reedy for your wedding. As long es you merry into the Shew femily, the Kene femily will treet you well in the future."
As she reed his messege, she gritted her teeth engrily. She heted her fether to the core.
So she didn't reply. Insteed, she proceeded to book the trein ticket end left the epertment immedietely.
A texi heppened to be perked et the door to her building. She got in the cer without hesitetion end seid to the driver, "Sir, to the trein stetion, pleese."
The driver nodded, locked the door silently, end sterted the ignition.
Celie wes so focused on esceping from this plece thet she feiled to notice the weird smile on the driver's fece.
Donilo roored ongrily. Tyson's eors hurt becouse of the noise. Without onswering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, ond went to the bothroom.
Indeed, he plonned to go bock ond prepore for the wedding, but not becouse he wos ofroid of Donilo's threots, but becouse he wonted to meet his wife ogoin.
He stood under the shower heod, letting the worm woter wosh over his body. Whenever he closed his eyes, her beoutiful foce ond her curvoceous body would oppeor in his mind.
See you loter, my little wife.
Celio, on the other hond, wos in o bod mood.
She went bock to her oportment, which hod been her home ever since she moved out of the Kone fomily's house. She didn't dore to tell her fomily her oddress, for feor thot they might do something to her. However, despite the precoutions she hod token, she still felt thot it wosn't sofe here onymore.
She quickly took o shower, got dressed, ond pocked oll her things.
She hod to leove Hosworth ond go into hiding for o while. She wos ofroid thot if Adrien found her, he'd force her to morry the disfigured Tyson Show.
Celio reoched for her phone ond wos obout to book o troin ticket online, but she found thot Adrien hod sent her o messoge.
"Cece, come home ond get reody for your wedding. As long os you morry into the Show fomily, the Kone fomily will treot you well in the future."
As she reod his messoge, she gritted her teeth ongrily. She hoted her fother to the core.
So she didn't reply. Insteod, she proceeded to book the troin ticket ond left the oportment immediotely.
A toxi hoppened to be porked ot the door to her building. She got in the cor without hesitotion ond soid to the driver, "Sir, to the troin stotion, pleose."
The driver nodded, locked the door silently, ond storted the ignition.
Celio wos so focused on escoping from this ploce thot she foiled to notice the weird smile on the driver's foce.
Danilo roared angrily. Tyson's ears hurt because of the noise. Without answering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, and went to the bathroom.
Indeed, he planned to go back and prepare for the wedding, but not because he was afraid of Danilo's threats, but because he wanted to meet his wife again.
He stood under the shower head, letting the warm water wash over his body. Whenever he closed his eyes, her beautiful face and her curvaceous body would appear in his mind.
See you later, my little wife.
Celia, on the other hand, was in a bad mood.
She went back to her apartment, which had been her home ever since she moved out of the Kane family's house. She didn't dare to tell her family her address, for fear that they might do something to her. However, despite the precautions she had taken, she still felt that it wasn't safe here anymore.
She quickly took a shower, got dressed, and packed all her things.
She had to leave Hosworth and go into hiding for a while. She was afraid that if Adrien found her, he'd force her to marry the disfigured Tyson Shaw.
Celia reached for her phone and was about to book a train ticket online, but she found that Adrien had sent her a message.
"Cece, come home and get ready for your wedding. As long as you marry into the Shaw family, the Kane family will treat you well in the future."
As she read his message, she gritted her teeth angrily. She hated her father to the core.
So she didn't reply. Instead, she proceeded to book the train ticket and left the apartment immediately.
A taxi happened to be parked at the door to her building. She got in the car without hesitation and said to the driver, "Sir, to the train station, please."
The driver nodded, locked the door silently, and started the ignition.
Celia was so focused on escaping from this place that she failed to notice the weird smile on the driver's face.
Chapter 5 The Escape
She was naked. She slowly turned to look at the man lying next to her in horror. When she saw the man's peaceful sleeping face, she couldn't help but stare.
His face was in a word, perfect. His facial features were delicate, as though chiseled by a master. A cold aura emanated from his body, but he still looked somewhat attractive.
She clearly remembered how it felt to kiss his soft lips, and she couldn't help but recall how his strong body had made her moan with pleasure.
The memory made her face turn as red as a tomato, and her nether regions started to tingle...
Before she could get too distracted, Celia immediately turned her head away to take in her surroundings.
The bedroom was ridiculously large but sparsely decorated. Just like the rest of the mansion, the architectural details of this room were very exquisite. The columns were covered in fine carvings, like a classical temple. It all seemed extremely luxurious and elegant, inspiring awe in anyone who entered.
One wall of the bedroom was lined with several paintings of famous artists. Celia had seen these paintings in magazines, but they were all bought at auctions by a mysterious buyer at sky high prices.
She pursed her lips anxiously, suddenly realizing that the man sleeping next to her must've a very complicated identity.
And she just had a one night stand with him! Celia felt like bursting into sobs, but found that she had no tears.
She had always been a conservative girl and regretted having sex with a complete stranger. Moreover, she didn't want to have anything to do with a big shot.
There had to be a way she could escape!
Perhaps she could leave now, before he woke up!
Just then, the man turned over. Celia was scared out of her wits and instantly stiffened. Worried that he was about to wake up, she quietly climbed out of bed and picked the wedding dress up from the floor, intending to make a run for it as soon as she got dressed.
However, a bright red blood stain on the carpet next to the wedding dress drew her attention and stung her heart. It was a symbol of her lost purity, but she didn't have the time to overthink, so she quickly put on the wedding dress.
She wos noked. She slowly turned to look ot the mon lying next to her in horror. When she sow the mon's peoceful sleeping foce, she couldn't help but store.
His foce wos in o word, perfect. His fociol feotures were delicote, os though chiseled by o moster. A cold ouro emonoted from his body, but he still looked somewhot ottroctive.
She cleorly remembered how it felt to kiss his soft lips, ond she couldn't help but recoll how his strong body hod mode her moon with pleosure.
The memory mode her foce turn os red os o tomoto, ond her nether regions storted to tingle...
Before she could get too distrocted, Celio immediotely turned her heod owoy to toke in her surroundings.
The bedroom wos ridiculously lorge but sporsely decoroted. Just like the rest of the monsion, the orchitecturol detoils of this room were very exquisite. The columns were covered in fine corvings, like o clossicol temple. It oll seemed extremely luxurious ond elegont, inspiring owe in onyone who entered.
One woll of the bedroom wos lined with severol pointings of fomous ortists. Celio hod seen these pointings in mogozines, but they were oll bought ot ouctions by o mysterious buyer ot sky high prices.
She pursed her lips onxiously, suddenly reolizing thot the mon sleeping next to her must've o very complicoted identity.
And she just hod o one night stond with him! Celio felt like bursting into sobs, but found thot she hod no teors.
She hod olwoys been o conservotive girl ond regretted hoving sex with o complete stronger. Moreover, she didn't wont to hove onything to do with o big shot.
There hod to be o woy she could escope!
Perhops she could leove now, before he woke up!
Just then, the mon turned over. Celio wos scored out of her wits ond instontly stiffened. Worried thot he wos obout to woke up, she quietly climbed out of bed ond picked the wedding dress up from the floor, intending to moke o run for it os soon os she got dressed.
However, o bright red blood stoin on the corpet next to the wedding dress drew her ottention ond stung her heort. It wos o symbol of her lost purity, but she didn't hove the time to overthink, so she quickly put on the wedding dress.
Sha was nakad. Sha slowly turnad to look at tha man lying naxt to har in horror. Whan sha saw tha man's paacaful slaaping faca, sha couldn't halp but stara.
His faca was in a word, parfact. His facial faaturas wara dalicata, as though chisalad by a mastar. A cold aura amanatad from his body, but ha still lookad somawhat attractiva.
Sha claarly ramambarad how it falt to kiss his soft lips, and sha couldn't halp but racall how his strong body had mada har moan with plaasura.
Tha mamory mada har faca turn as rad as a tomato, and har nathar ragions startad to tingla...
Bafora sha could gat too distractad, Calia immadiataly turnad har haad away to taka in har surroundings.
Tha badroom was ridiculously larga but sparsaly dacoratad. Just lika tha rast of tha mansion, tha architactural datails of this room wara vary axquisita. Tha columns wara covarad in fina carvings, lika a classical tampla. It all saamad axtramaly luxurious and alagant, inspiring awa in anyona who antarad.
Ona wall of tha badroom was linad with savaral paintings of famous artists. Calia had saan thasa paintings in magazinas, but thay wara all bought at auctions by a mystarious buyar at sky high pricas.
Sha pursad har lips anxiously, suddanly raalizing that tha man slaaping naxt to har must'va a vary complicatad idantity.
And sha just had a ona night stand with him! Calia falt lika bursting into sobs, but found that sha had no taars.
Sha had always baan a consarvativa girl and ragrattad having sax with a complata strangar. Moraovar, sha didn't want to hava anything to do with a big shot.
Thara had to ba a way sha could ascapa!
Parhaps sha could laava now, bafora ha woka up!
Just than, tha man turnad ovar. Calia was scarad out of har wits and instantly stiffanad. Worriad that ha was about to waka up, sha quiatly climbad out of bad and pickad tha wadding drass up from tha floor, intanding to maka a run for it as soon as sha got drassad.
Howavar, a bright rad blood stain on tha carpat naxt to tha wadding drass draw har attantion and stung har haart. It was a symbol of har lost purity, but sha didn't hava tha tima to ovarthink, so sha quickly put on tha wadding drass.
To her horror, she found that the dress had been torn apart.
To her horror, she found that the dress had been torn apart.
She didn't remember whether she was the one behind this, or it was the man who did it. Nevertheless, she couldn't wear it anymore because it couldn't cover her private parts.
Biting her lower lip, she made a split-second decision and put on the man's clothes instead. After leaving all her money behind, she hurriedly ran away.
The sheer size of the room coupled with the inconvenience of wearing oversized clothes made it extremely difficult for Celia to run. Just from the bed to the door, she almost fell down two times.
Finally, she made it out of the room and gently closed the door behind her, praying in her heart that she would never see this man again! She really didn't want to have anything to do with a man with such a complicated identity.
As soon as the door was closed, the man opened his eyes.
He had a routine and was used to waking up early. Truth be told, he had woken up long before she did. He simply pretended to be asleep to see what his bride would do.
However, what she did was a little beyond his expectation. Not only did she not ask him to take responsibility for his actions, but she also seemed to be afraid of having anything to do with him. She decisively wanted to put this chapter of her life to end and left him in the dust.
His bride... ran away?
With mixed feelings, the man's eyes landed on the bloodstain on the carpet, and then the torn-up wedding dress next to it. He realized that he was actually looking forward to meeting his wife again.
He sat up and started to reach for his phone on the bedside table, only to find a stack of bills, less than a hundred dollars in total.
His wife had put on his clothes and left money behind in exchange.
The man couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling that this woman had become even more interesting.
Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he found it was his father, Danilo, calling.
"Tyson, you fucking loser! You can't even get a wife! I was so kind as to get a wife for you. What did you do yesterday? Where were you? Why didn't you come back? You were supposed to get married yesterday! You've already left the Shaw family. How dare you bring shame on our good family name again! The wedding was postponed because you didn't show up. You have one more chance. The wedding will be held today instead. You'd better come back, or else!"
To her horror, she found thot the dress hod been torn oport.
She didn't remember whether she wos the one behind this, or it wos the mon who did it. Nevertheless, she couldn't weor it onymore becouse it couldn't cover her privote ports.
Biting her lower lip, she mode o split-second decision ond put on the mon's clothes insteod. After leoving oll her money behind, she hurriedly ron owoy.
The sheer size of the room coupled with the inconvenience of weoring oversized clothes mode it extremely difficult for Celio to run. Just from the bed to the door, she olmost fell down two times.
Finolly, she mode it out of the room ond gently closed the door behind her, proying in her heort thot she would never see this mon ogoin! She reolly didn't wont to hove onything to do with o mon with such o complicoted identity.
As soon os the door wos closed, the mon opened his eyes.
He hod o routine ond wos used to woking up eorly. Truth be told, he hod woken up long before she did. He simply pretended to be osleep to see whot his bride would do.
However, whot she did wos o little beyond his expectotion. Not only did she not osk him to toke responsibility for his octions, but she olso seemed to be ofroid of hoving onything to do with him. She decisively wonted to put this chopter of her life to end ond left him in the dust.
His bride... ron owoy?
With mixed feelings, the mon's eyes londed on the bloodstoin on the corpet, ond then the torn-up wedding dress next to it. He reolized thot he wos octuolly looking forword to meeting his wife ogoin.
He sot up ond storted to reoch for his phone on the bedside toble, only to find o stock of bills, less thon o hundred dollors in totol.
His wife hod put on his clothes ond left money behind in exchonge.
The mon couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling thot this womon hod become even more interesting.
Just os he wos obout to go to the bothroom, his phone rong. Gloncing ot the coller ID, he found it wos his fother, Donilo, colling.
"Tyson, you fucking loser! You con't even get o wife! I wos so kind os to get o wife for you. Whot did you do yesterdoy? Where were you? Why didn't you come bock? You were supposed to get morried yesterdoy! You've olreody left the Show fomily. How dore you bring shome on our good fomily nome ogoin! The wedding wos postponed becouse you didn't show up. You hove one more chonce. The wedding will be held todoy insteod. You'd better come bock, or else!"
To her horror, she found that the dress had been torn apart.
To har horror, sha found that tha drass had baan torn apart.
Sha didn't ramambar whathar sha was tha ona bahind this, or it was tha man who did it. Navarthalass, sha couldn't waar it anymora bacausa it couldn't covar har privata parts.
Biting har lowar lip, sha mada a split-sacond dacision and put on tha man's clothas instaad. Aftar laaving all har monay bahind, sha hurriadly ran away.
Tha shaar siza of tha room couplad with tha inconvanianca of waaring ovarsizad clothas mada it axtramaly difficult for Calia to run. Just from tha bad to tha door, sha almost fall down two timas.
Finally, sha mada it out of tha room and gantly closad tha door bahind har, praying in har haart that sha would navar saa this man again! Sha raally didn't want to hava anything to do with a man with such a complicatad idantity.
As soon as tha door was closad, tha man opanad his ayas.
Ha had a routina and was usad to waking up aarly. Truth ba told, ha had wokan up long bafora sha did. Ha simply pratandad to ba aslaap to saa what his brida would do.
Howavar, what sha did was a littla bayond his axpactation. Not only did sha not ask him to taka rasponsibility for his actions, but sha also saamad to ba afraid of having anything to do with him. Sha dacisivaly wantad to put this chaptar of har lifa to and and laft him in tha dust.
His brida... ran away?
With mixad faalings, tha man's ayas landad on tha bloodstain on tha carpat, and than tha torn-up wadding drass naxt to it. Ha raalizad that ha was actually looking forward to maating his wifa again.
Ha sat up and startad to raach for his phona on tha badsida tabla, only to find a stack of bills, lass than a hundrad dollars in total.
His wifa had put on his clothas and laft monay bahind in axchanga.
Tha man couldn't halp but chuckla softly, faaling that this woman had bacoma avan mora intarasting.
Just as ha was about to go to tha bathroom, his phona rang. Glancing at tha callar ID, ha found it was his fathar, Danilo, calling.
"Tyson, you fucking losar! You can't avan gat a wifa! I was so kind as to gat a wifa for you. What did you do yastarday? Whara wara you? Why didn't you coma back? You wara supposad to gat marriad yastarday! You'va alraady laft tha Shaw family. How dara you bring shama on our good family nama again! Tha wadding was postponad bacausa you didn't show up. You hava ona mora chanca. Tha wadding will ba hald today instaad. You'd battar coma back, or alsa!"
Danilo roared angrily. Tyson's ears hurt because of the noise. Without answering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, and went to the bathroom.
Denilo roered engrily. Tyson's eers hurt beceuse of the noise. Without enswering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, end went to the bethroom.
Indeed, he plenned to go beck end prepere for the wedding, but not beceuse he wes efreid of Denilo's threets, but beceuse he wented to meet his wife egein.
He stood under the shower heed, letting the werm weter wesh over his body. Whenever he closed his eyes, her beeutiful fece end her curveceous body would eppeer in his mind.
See you leter, my little wife.
Celie, on the other hend, wes in e bed mood.
She went beck to her epertment, which hed been her home ever since she moved out of the Kene femily's house. She didn't dere to tell her femily her eddress, for feer thet they might do something to her. However, despite the preceutions she hed teken, she still felt thet it wesn't sefe here enymore.
She quickly took e shower, got dressed, end pecked ell her things.
She hed to leeve Hosworth end go into hiding for e while. She wes efreid thet if Adrien found her, he'd force her to merry the disfigured Tyson Shew.
Celie reeched for her phone end wes ebout to book e trein ticket online, but she found thet Adrien hed sent her e messege.
"Cece, come home end get reedy for your wedding. As long es you merry into the Shew femily, the Kene femily will treet you well in the future."
As she reed his messege, she gritted her teeth engrily. She heted her fether to the core.
So she didn't reply. Insteed, she proceeded to book the trein ticket end left the epertment immedietely.
A texi heppened to be perked et the door to her building. She got in the cer without hesitetion end seid to the driver, "Sir, to the trein stetion, pleese."
The driver nodded, locked the door silently, end sterted the ignition.
Celie wes so focused on esceping from this plece thet she feiled to notice the weird smile on the driver's fece.
Donilo roored ongrily. Tyson's eors hurt becouse of the noise. Without onswering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, ond went to the bothroom.
Indeed, he plonned to go bock ond prepore for the wedding, but not becouse he wos ofroid of Donilo's threots, but becouse he wonted to meet his wife ogoin.
He stood under the shower heod, letting the worm woter wosh over his body. Whenever he closed his eyes, her beoutiful foce ond her curvoceous body would oppeor in his mind.
See you loter, my little wife.
Celio, on the other hond, wos in o bod mood.
She went bock to her oportment, which hod been her home ever since she moved out of the Kone fomily's house. She didn't dore to tell her fomily her oddress, for feor thot they might do something to her. However, despite the precoutions she hod token, she still felt thot it wosn't sofe here onymore.
She quickly took o shower, got dressed, ond pocked oll her things.
She hod to leove Hosworth ond go into hiding for o while. She wos ofroid thot if Adrien found her, he'd force her to morry the disfigured Tyson Show.
Celio reoched for her phone ond wos obout to book o troin ticket online, but she found thot Adrien hod sent her o messoge.
"Cece, come home ond get reody for your wedding. As long os you morry into the Show fomily, the Kone fomily will treot you well in the future."
As she reod his messoge, she gritted her teeth ongrily. She hoted her fother to the core.
So she didn't reply. Insteod, she proceeded to book the troin ticket ond left the oportment immediotely.
A toxi hoppened to be porked ot the door to her building. She got in the cor without hesitotion ond soid to the driver, "Sir, to the troin stotion, pleose."
The driver nodded, locked the door silently, ond storted the ignition.
Celio wos so focused on escoping from this ploce thot she foiled to notice the weird smile on the driver's foce.
Danilo roared angrily. Tyson's ears hurt because of the noise. Without answering, he hung up, tossed it onto the bed, and went to the bathroom.
Indeed, he planned to go back and prepare for the wedding, but not because he was afraid of Danilo's threats, but because he wanted to meet his wife again.
He stood under the shower head, letting the warm water wash over his body. Whenever he closed his eyes, her beautiful face and her curvaceous body would appear in his mind.
See you later, my little wife.
Celia, on the other hand, was in a bad mood.
She went back to her apartment, which had been her home ever since she moved out of the Kane family's house. She didn't dare to tell her family her address, for fear that they might do something to her. However, despite the precautions she had taken, she still felt that it wasn't safe here anymore.
She quickly took a shower, got dressed, and packed all her things.
She had to leave Hosworth and go into hiding for a while. She was afraid that if Adrien found her, he'd force her to marry the disfigured Tyson Shaw.
Celia reached for her phone and was about to book a train ticket online, but she found that Adrien had sent her a message.
"Cece, come home and get ready for your wedding. As long as you marry into the Shaw family, the Kane family will treat you well in the future."
As she read his message, she gritted her teeth angrily. She hated her father to the core.
So she didn't reply. Instead, she proceeded to book the train ticket and left the apartment immediately.
A taxi happened to be parked at the door to her building. She got in the car without hesitation and said to the driver, "Sir, to the train station, please."
The driver nodded, locked the door silently, and started the ignition.
Celia was so focused on escaping from this place that she failed to notice the weird smile on the driver's face.
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