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.
their company’s source of capital had been cut off, and they were on the verge
another and
to sacrifice her innocent younger sister, so in turn, they sent her, who was
Charlotte came here in her sister’s stead to marry the terrible Second Young Master of
moving across the floor got louder, Charlotte held her
could see a figure coming
then a giant hand started stroking her body. His hands
Charlotte couldn’t help but
sneer, followed by a man asking in a low voice, “Are
didn’t stop
her cheeks, across her thin neck and her delicate collarbone, before heading to the direction
the quilt tightly, trying her best not
pause there; instead, he ran his fingers along her lower abdomen without stopping, and as his
he was about to touch her sensitive parts, Charlotte finally couldn't bear