The Unwanted Healer's Thirty-Day Fake Marriage

ong corridor and pushed open the

d dead in

e ripped open, her few items of clothing thrown carelessly across

sonal maid. In Brenda's hands was a delicat

Cynthia had left of he

seemed to drop ten degrees. Her eyes locked onto the s

ounced Inger's arrival. Her aunt strolled into the room

asked, gesturing to the

o the Church family tomorrow and call off this ridiculous engagement. Yo

e. Her breathing w

I will take a hammer to that piece of junk. You'l

e expected Cynthia to fa

forward. The sheer intensity of her icy stare

to blackmail me," Cynthia said, her voice eer

dy of this house! Everything in it belongs to me! I can smash that statue to dust,

e of her mouth suddenly curved upward

t she caught the triumphant, gloating smile stretching across Inger's cruel face, a freezing wave of absolute clarity washed over her, chilling her to the bone. She forced her expre

loudly from the

l take a hammer to t

ngs to me! I can smash

from her face so fast she looked like a corpse. She stared

ng forward like a wild animal, her ma

r's wrist, twisted it sharply, and shoved her backward. Inger

al whisper. "Extortion. Grand larceny. Blackmail. I wonder how the NYPD will handle this. Or better yet, the New Yo

aved, her eyes wide with genuine terror. The thre

d and locked eyes with Brenda

n," Cynthia

tatue in her haste to place

," Cynth

he shot Cynthia a look of pure, venomous hatred, but she didn'

n statue with both hands. Her thumb gently brushed away a speck of dust from the carved woo

n encrypted cloud server. The war in this house had just e