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.
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 loan sharks had plunged the group and the Wilson family
up one after another and
that time, their savior—the Moore family—appeared. Her parents were reluctant to sacrifice her innocent younger
stead to marry the terrible Second Young Master of
the floor
darkness, she could see a figure coming
then a giant hand started stroking her
couldn’t help but
a man asking in a low voice, “Are
the hands didn’t stop caressing
fingers descended all the way from her cheeks, across her thin neck and her delicate collarbone, before
tightly, trying
there; instead, he ran his fingers along her lower abdomen
When he was about to touch her sensitive parts, Charlotte finally couldn't bear