Still, he would never admit his incompetence. He became even angrier when Misty dared to challenge his authority.　　"You brat!"　　His anger surged, and he raised his hand to land another slap on her face.　　Slap!　　Despite Misty's head turning from the slap, his anger didn't diminish in the slightest.　　"How dare you talk back to me?"　　His face contorted, and bloodshot veins filled his eyes as he looked around.　　He searched around while cursing in a hoarse voice, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation today. I'll crush and kill you!"　　His eyes brightened as he finally found something handy.　　He took a couple of quick steps, grabbed the feather duster stuck in a vase, and raised it high.　　The feather duster cut through the air and made a dangerous sound as it heavily struck Misty's slender back.　　Misty couldn't help but scream in pain, and tears streamed down her face.　　"I didn't say anything wrong! You act like a dog in front of Hannah, but why do yo

The innocent face that had been praised by Cedric and many supporting male characters in the novel had now been completely ruined.　　The scar on her cheek was unexpectedly deep, and there were wooden splinters embedded inside.　　She looked terrifying.　　One couldn't help but wonder if, without this face, she would still be the cherished protagonist of the novel.　　Hannah's gaze was filled with scrutiny and exploration. She raised her hand in the air to sketch the scars on Misty's face.　　"What are you doing!"　　Claudia became anxious.　　She stood up abruptly and pushed Hannah's hand away. Her face was full of vigilance and fear. "What are you trying to do? I warn you, don't mess around!"　　Too many things had happened that day, and her nerves were on the verge of collapse. 　　Misty remained unconscious in her injured state. Claudia couldn't bear to take on anymore.　　"Mrs. Emerson, why are you so nervous?" Hannah chuckled.　　　　Her lips carried a faint smile. With her gaze

Darren leaned against the wall half a meter behind her. His dark eyes remained fixed on her and did not move the slightest.　　His gaze deepened upon hearing what she said. His eyes, which usually carried a sense of detachment and distance, suddenly seemed surprisingly invasive.　　"Mm."　　He responded in a deep voice. His thin lips curved into a pleased arc, and he said in a low voice, "Hannah, you look truly beautiful today."　　She was beautiful even in her usual state, but wearing a wedding dress made her even more charming.　　His heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate when he saw her.　　He wanted to hold her in his arms and hide her beauty from the eyes of others. However, he also wanted to appear with her in front of the whole world and declare that she finally belonged to him.　　　　Hannah sensed the obsession and dominance in his eyes. Her red lips unconsciously curled up and revealed a sweet smile.　　At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.　　Taylor, wearing a

Karen looked at Darren with excitement and joy. "Darren, what... What did you just say? You... You don't really like her, do you? Do... Do you still remember our agreement?"　　She was ecstatic. Her heart thumped, and there was drumming in her ears.She felt like she had sunk into a wonderful dream.　　　　No, it was even more wonderful than a dream.The smile on her face widened, and the corners of her mouth lifted high. She wished she could throw herself into Darren's arms.However, just as she took a step forward, the tall and handsome man furrowed his brows even tighter and took a step back.Darren kept a distant distance between them. He looked at her with a cold and repulsive gaze while saying in an icy tone, "I said no.　　"No, don't you dare cry."　　He used an extremely indifferent tone to utter words that might be misconstrued as carrying deep affection.　　Before Karen could delude herself more, he added in a chilly tone, "Today is my joyful day with Hannah. It's my weddin

Though Karen was quite spoiled at times, she was undeniably a sensible lady. David and Mary couldn't fathom why she had become like this. Despite their disappointment in her, she was furious. "What have I become? But it was you who changed! Since you like Robert that much, why don't you make him your son instead?"She clenched her fists, tears streaming down her cheeks. They were her parents, yet they kept siding with Robert. Criticism and admonishments were what she received from them while they showered him with affection. She was unfazed by the fact that she was incomparable to Morgan, who was extremely bright, but it was impossible for her to accept that her parents favored Robert more than her. How could they call themselves her parents when it barely felt like home with them?Her fury grew the more she contemplated. Gritting her teeth, she blurted, "You only care about yourselves and your reputation! What even am I to you? I'm merely a puppet, who should always obey you a