Chapter 4
Hearing these twisted words, I could hardly believe my ears, my body struggling uncontrollably.
“What nonsense are you spouting?! It’s not like what you’re saying at all!”
I had saved Nico’s father by chance, but I never once suggested marrying him.
But Johnny, Nico’s most loyal lackey, didn’t listen to a word I said.
“Enough with the explanations, madam, it’s getting tiring.”
He was only here to watch my misery.
If I wanted to survive, it was up to me alone now.
I forced my head to turn, looking at the silent kidnapper, trying to communicate with him.
“Nico’s not here, so even if you kill me, it won’t benefit you at all, right? How about
this–you let me go, leave an IOU, and I’ll pay you later.”
The kidnapper furrowed his brows. “Why should I trust you? What if you go and
the police?”
Johnny smoothly interrupted,
“See, madam? No one believes you. You can’t blame anyone else for that.”
He propped his chin up, casually chatting with the kidnapper.
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“Our madam will do anything to see Mr. Turner. Look at all this blood, so realistic. She
must’ve used the same blood packs when she faked the miscarriage, right?”
Sweat began to drip from my forehead, and I couldn’t say a word.
When I accidentally saved Nico, his father did want to repay me. But I refused his kindness,
only visiting his home a few times for meals.
Then one day, I was forced to have relations with Nico. A few months later, his father found out and insisted Nico marry me to take responsibility.
In the argument, I unfortunately miscarried. Nico saw the blood on the floor And my painful struggle, and in the end, he nodded.
I thought, maybe he was finally accepting me. The flutter in my heart couldn’t be hidden
anymore.
But I didn’t realize that he still harbored feelings for someone else. Even after we married, Nico would openly appear with Rosalie in front of me.
But why? If he liked her, why agree to marry me?
I was the one who was wronged.
The kidnapper, unsure of the situation, had already lost his patience.
“Whatever, give me the money, or have Nico come here!”
He waved a knife at Johnny, a look of annoyance on his face.
“You, call Nico!”
But Johnny stood up slowly, arms crossed, completely unaware of the gravity of the
situation.
“Why are you getting upset? Too bad Mr. Turner can’t come.”
He looked directly into my eyes, full of sarcasm.
“He should be boarding soon, no time to come. Oh, and madam, you probably already
know, Mr. Turner is taking Miss Rosalie to Iceland to see the aurora, right?”
I knew. How could I not know?
In my past life, I had died in the frozen wastelands of Iceland, under Nico’s knife.
The man kept stabbing my body, venting his anger on me.
“Rosalie should be the one here, not you! Why do you get to enjoy all of this?!”
I couldn’t say a word, nor could I explain.
