“Please welcome the groom—”
Everyone’s eyes turned to the corridor leading to the back hall.
Livia also looked forward with anticipation,
lifting her skirt, ready to welcome the groom.
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Prescott Landis was still wearing that black
suit, but his expression was colder than ever.
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In his hands, he was not holding flowers, but a
black wooden spirit tablet.
The center of the spirit tablet was written with
three words–Prescott Landis!
Next to the spirit tablet was an enlarged black
and white photo.
The boy in the photo looked exactly like
Prescott Landis!
Livia’s smile froze on her face.
The color quickly drained from her face, turning
it pale.
“Prescott…”
Her voice was trembling, with a hint of terror.
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“What… what’s going on?”
“Who is he?”
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Prescott Landis walked up to her and stared at
her coldly. “Prescott, is my twin brother who
died in a car accident a year ago.”
“The master said that he died too young and
his resentment has not dissipated, so he needs
a spirit marriage to rest in peace in the
underworld.”
His words stabbed harshly into Livia’s heart.
“That day on the roadside, you selflessly saved
me.”
“At that moment, I knew that you were the bride
chosen by heaven for Prescott.”
“Livia,” he lowered his head slightly and
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whispered in her ear, “Thank you for becoming
my brother’s wife.”
Boom!
The last nerve in Livia’s mind snapped.
She screamed, her legs went weak, and she
collapsed to the ground.
I stood in the corner of the crowd, coldly
watching her being picked up by two
bodyguards, dragging her like a dead dog
toward the back hall.
Her desperate cries and curses echoed in the
empty hall, and were finally completely cut off
by a heavy mahogany door.
Chapter 2
Prescott straightened his cuffs, walked up to
me, and nodded slightly. “Ms. Monroe, thank
you for coming to the ceremony.”
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“You’re welcome.” I returned a smile.
“Congratulations, Mr. Landis, on putting an end
to a matter of concern.”
He gave me a deep look, his eyes complex and
inscrutable.
After the engagement party, Livia disappeared
from the face of the earth.
Her phone was switched off, and her social
media remained forever frozen on that post
showing off her engagement.
The bridesmaids who had gone with her were
silenced by the Landis family, so frightened that
they ran back home and never mentioned the
matter again.
To the outside world, it seemed that a wealthy wife should no longer show her face in public,
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which was why Livia had disappeared.
But I knew that she had been confined to the
Landis family’s old mansion.
She was locked in a separate attic in the
backyard, and her closet was filled with the
latest seasonal collections from luxury brands
that she had always dreamed of.
But behind this luxury were welded windows
and guards watching the door twenty–four
hours a day.
After the initial breakdown and fear, the
ruthlessness in Livia’s bones resurfaced.
She used a hidden hairpin to pry open the latch
of a small window in the bathroom, and under
the cover of a rainstorm, she desperately
climbed out.
Thorns tore at her legs and hands, leaving them
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bloody and scarred, but the desire to survive
supported her, and she ran down the mountain
without regard for anything.
However, she hadn’t run a hundred yards before
two blinding headlights pinned her to the spot.
Several black–suited bodyguards got out of the
car and expressionlessly dragged her back in.
Livia was thrown roughly onto the carpet by the
bodyguards, and she looked at Prescott Landis,
trembling, her eyes full of fear.
Prescott spoke, his voice calm. “It seems you
still don’t understand your position.”
He stood up, walked over to Livia, pinched her
chin, and forced her to look up.
“Do you think you’re still Livia Bell?”
He sneered and held up a jade pendant in front
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of her. “From the moment you stepped into the
Landis family, you were no longer yourself.”
