Reborn As The Billionaire's Wife:The Despised Wife Shines On Live TV

was blocked, and they had a bed, but the temperature was d

, brushing the dried mud off he

path, heading toward the small

e path widened. Walking to

Two cameramen flanked her, capturing her every angle. When Abbey saw Cecile's

bey's face instantly melted into an expr

n front of them. She dropped to a crouch,

er deep pocket and pulled out a bar of expensive, foil-wrapped Swiss chocolate. She held it o

ayed the sound of Abbey screaming at Brayan over the pian

t move, Abbey loo

d to the microphones. "Are you actually going to make him

lush rug and a real bed. Damien," she looked back down at the boy, her voice dripping with honey, "why

rying to humiliate Cecile by proving that even

, Abbey's massiv

ve him,

e. The kid is definitel

. She simply looked down at Damien. She wanted to k

. The cameramen zoome

, fake smile. Then, he turned his head and looked up at Cecile. He saw the dirt on her

ely. He grabbed the hem of Cecile's dirty white t-shirt and grippe

oice was small, but it was crystal

e air like a phy

eaving her features rigid and grotesque. Her hand,

e exact moment her mask slipped. The

ecile's chest. Her son had ch

ooked up at Abbey. A slow, mocking smirk spread across Cecile's lips. "Did you hear him, Mrs. White?" Cecile'

caught on a rock. She stumbled, her arms flailing wildly for a second

d, "Fine. Let's see what kind of mag

n the path, her cameramen strugglin

down and gently tapped Damien on t

tle knight," s

praise. He quickly looked away, staring at the trees, but the

but the cold wind biting through her thi

yes fixed on the town below.