Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
Before long, Bounty’s pupils became dizzy and she fell down.
Having done all this, Betty raised her hand to tear off the human skin mask from her face, revealing her true face.
She is… Concubine Molly, the long lost one.
Molly in the final battle was defeated by Oriana and Deacon. Fortunately, she had a very strong sense of smell so she escaped.
Now Deacon is overwhelmingly hunting her. The most dangerous place is the safest place. She disguised herself as Betty and was always hiding beside Bounty, a key character.
Oriana!
Molly really hates Oriana. In Oriana’s hands, she sacrificed her two children. Before Bounty died, she only thought of Oriana, and Molly was too unwilling.
Molly took out her cell phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the other end of the phone was connected, and a voice as soft as a golden warbler came: “Hello, Molly,”
Molly’s eyebrows and eyes immediately showed respect: “Princess, I’ve settled this matter.”
That person was Naomi, the princess of the mermaids.
The mermaids had infiltrated Greenland, so they knew about Anabelle’s background before anyone else. All these years, the mermaids had been planning everything that happened to the Armstead family behind the scenes.
“Okay, well done. I’ll give you the next job. You must do it safely.”
Naumi said.
“Yes, princess.”
Molly respectfully hung up the phone.
Anabelle came out. She was about to return, but she suddenly stopped on the way, because she had a kind of bad premonition.
Bounty was in a bad state just now, did something happen to her?
Anabelle was worried about Bounty so she came back
Walking to the lawn of the villa, she heard the shrill sound of an ambulance in the distance, and two ambulances in front stopped.
Now that the mansion’s lights are on, someone is carrying Bounty out.
The bag in Anabelle’s hand instantly fell to the grass, her pupils suddenly constricting, as if she couldn’t breathe for a moment. She immediately ran over as fast as she could.
She pushed the crowd aside and quickly saw Bounty, who was now lying lifeless on a white stretcher.
“Bounty!”
Anabelle ran over, reached out, and shook Bounty, “Bounty, what’s wrong? Please wake up!”
“Ms Armstead committed suicide by taking drugs,”
said a doctor.
Suicide by taking drugs?
These words entered Anabelle’s ears. She shook her head in disbelief. How could it be? Just now she was alive, sit across from her and talk to her!
Anabelle slowly raised her hand, touching Bounty’s hand. It was cold, cold as ice.
Anabelle recalls years ago when she stood in the hospital corridor. Doctors in white robes carried the baby out of Bounty’s belly. The child was covered in dark blue, the whole body was rigid, and there was no temperature.
“Bounty!”
Anabelle called, her eyes quickly turning red, “Bounty, wake up quickly! Wake up quickly! Don’t you hate me? Wake up to hate me! I’m not dead yet, but why are you…?”
At this time, Betty rushed forward, directly pushing Anabelle. She yelled, “Enough, stop being hypocritical! You are the person my lady doesn’t want to see the most!”
Unprepared, Anabelle was pushed and fell to the ground. Her hand was scratched and the blood flowed out very quickly.
But she ignored her wound, her eyes always fixed on Bounty’s body. Bounty was carried by the doctor to the car, the ambulance roared away.
Betty looked at Anabelle proudly, saying, “Anabelle, you’re a portent of death. Years ago, you made the Armstead family uneasy. Now you’re back, my lady took pills to commit suicide. Why don’t you stay away from the Armstead family?”
“Oh, I remember. Just now, you and the lady in the room talked for so long, did you provoke her? I you did it on purpose. I will report it to the police now. You are very suspicious!”
Betty immediately took out her cell phone to call the police, and soon Anabelle was taken away.
Anabelle was locked in a small room, and she sat in the corner, curled up by herself.
She felt very cold, there was no warmth in her body. She stretched out her arms and hugged her tightly, but found herself shivering from the cold.
What flashed through her mind was Bounty being loaded into the ambulance, the baby being carried out, Mrs. Samantha secretly wiping her tears, Alpha had heart disease…
An accident in her lite
What Betty said is correct. She was a portent of death, and she brought disaster to the Armstead family.
She knew her fate well from an early age. She was bound all her life and couldn’t be free.
Her every step was like walking on thin ice. She has never dared to dream or have extravagant expectations, so her temperament is cold and indifferent.
Alpha was an accident in her life.
For the first time, she began to want someone, for the first time daydreaming, for the first time having distant hopes.
All these years, she had never forgotten that as she stood in the endless crowd, looking up at him, he was the number one businessman in Imperial standing on the podium.
After that, the Midas family fell into an economic crisis. She knelt in front of the Armstead family. It was snowing heavily that day, he walked steadily in his black boots, looked at her solemnly, and said to her: “I can save the Midas family, but you must marry me, and be my Mrs. Armstead.”
Then she married him.
On the wedding day, she wore a beautiful wedding dress. Mrs. Samantha liked her so much that she stuffed her with a big red envelope, like a mother giving her daughter red envelopes. She also wore the Armstead ancestral bracelet on her wrist.
His sister at that time, Bounty, was very cheerful and lively and was also very fond of her. When he came, she immediately took her hand and called her sister-in-law sweetly.
She couldn’t stand and almost fell. He went to reprimand Boutty, and Bounty stuck out her tongue, hid behind her back, and said, “My brother is biased. After getting married, he forgot his sister. From now on. I can only hang out with my sister-in-law. Sister in law, now you have to protect me.”
That day was like a dream. The wind wasn’t dry, the sun was moderate. He stepped forward. clutching her small hand in his palm, a faint smile on his lips. She didn’t expect that G od began to treat her favorably. giving her happiness within reach.
She thought it was just the beginning.
She likes him, Mrs. Samantha, and his sister, Bounty. She used to think that in the future she would be a good wife, give birth to him, and live up to her title. She will be a good wife, and a good daughter-in- law who will accompany Mrs. Armstead, sharing family ties, and will also together with him protect his sister.
However, how would she know that everything was over before it began?
Falling from heaven to hell was just a blink of an eye. She didn’t do anything good. She didn’t do well as his wife, didn’t show filial piety, and didn’t protect Bounty, the only sister, causing her to lose her original cheerful and lively personality.
Her existence was the biggest mistake.
Nothing would have happened without her.
Now that Bounty had taken the drug to kill herself, Anabelle felt her heart being squeezed by a large hand, very painful.
Her eye sockets were hot and moist, and she quickly lifted her eyelids to look up. In fact, no one was born without crying, but she had found a way not to cry. When she wanted to cry, she looked up at the sky, so that the tears would flow back.
But this time in vain, she tried her best to open her eyes to look up, hot tears still pouring out more and more.
Anabelle hugged herself tightly, buried her tearful face in her knees, and burst into so bs.
She was wrong.
She shouldn’t have expected that in the first place.
She shouldn’t have fallen in love with Alpha.
She shouldn’t have come back.
Don’t watch, don’t listen, don’t read, there will be no sorrow.
At this moment, a stream of cold air invaded, and someone came over.
Alpha lunged forward, his deep handsome face devoid of emotion, but the cold wind outside blew the hem of his thin black wool coat, his deep and steady footsteps on the floor reflected cold and ferocious, making people wary.
As soon as Alpha entered, he immediately saw the woman curled up in the corner, hugging her knees, burying her small face inside, her slender body hidden in the dim light, lonely.
Her shoulders were still shaking, as if she was crying.
“I haven’t seen you for a couple of hours and you’ve been brought in here?”
Anabelle was taken aback. This deep, mocking voice sounded so familiar.
She slowly raised her head, and Alpha’s handsome face magnified in her field of vision.
Why is he here?
Because she suddenly raised her head and didn’t have time to wipe her face, her face was filled with tears, and she looked even more dirty. Alpha frowned, then stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, stretching out his fingers. His large palm cupped her dirty little face into the palm of his hand.
His thin lips pursed into a cold, unhappy curve, his perfectly stern face sharp. He asked, “Just this little promise, hiding here crying silently, how much are your tears worth?”
Anabelle didn’t feel guilty at first, but now she feels very guilty about being scolded like this by him. If he didn’t actively provoke her, it was fine.
She wouldn’t be moved by him, obsessed with him, or start daydreaming about him.