Aggresive Wife

Chapter 52

The golden dagger flew past Bruno, almost nicking his ear in the process. When he realized what had happened, he was so terrified he almost wet himself!

The dagger had a folded strip of paper attached to it. Bruno waited for a moment to be sure that no more weapons would come flying at him before he slowly detached the strip of paper and unfolded it.

Written in a small, elegant script was a message.

“Daddy dearest, why do you and Mom insist on mistreating my son? He’s your grandchild after all, and he’s just a little boy still. How can you treat him like that? I can’t understand it at all, so I have no choice but to return and sort this matter out with the two of you.”

When Bruno read this, his brow knitted tightly together. This had to be a malicious prank. However, when he saw that the signature was Madeline’s, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat!

Madeline? How could this be? She had been dead for ages; how could she possibly come back from the grave after so many years?

The thought of it made Bruno’s scalp prickled, and he felt an icy hand clutch at his heart.

“Kingsley! Kingsley!”

“I’m here, Mr. Bruno sir, what’s the matter?” Kingsley, the Grant family’s butler, came hurrying over. He noticed that his master’s face was as white as a sheet as if something had frightened him badly and hastily moved to support him.

“It’s Madeline! She’s come back!”

“Sir, do you mean Ms. Madeline? She died five years ago, though, didn’t she?” Kingsley was puzzled and assumed that Bruno had become confused in a moment of senility. Patiently, he corrected his master, attempting to help him upstairs so he could lie down and rest.

At this moment, something shattered the wall of the villa. Glass and tiles went flying everywhere.

Bruno scarcely had time to take in what was happening before the grappling hook that had been hurled through the wall tightened. In an instant, the entire wall was ripped out of the Grant residence.

Bruno could only stare in stunned disbelief.

house was being

been standing in the living room, but now that one wall

involuntarily took a step forward to try and discover the perpetrator of this outrage, but

flames licked hungrily at the

Someone’s trying to kill me!”

collapsed

his legs gave way. He collapsed limply to sit on the ground. Despair engulfed him in a massive

Who on earth was so eager to drive him into his grave? Could it be that Madeline had actually returned? She

was spinning. Gradually, however, despair and hopelessness overcame

very moment, Madeline was alive and well, sitting atop the roof

the blazing inferno, she hopped down

revenge had made her feel much better, even though she had let Bruno off this time. The darkness in

Ms. Madeline! As

…

pastel pink evening gown, she looked thoroughly out of place in the

would be here today, so she had taken particular care in dressing up. She was now seated in a spot that he was sure to pass on his

behaved like a pig-headed fool and kidnapped Colton, she would not have needed to take such a risk and put

grandfather who kidnapped his own grandchild would certainly not be invited to the birthday party

entire

she might have had to get closer to Noah! She had no choice but to find another way around the situation. As long as she became pregnant with Noah’s child, any hardship and humiliation she suffered now would not

she had received stated that Noah would arrive at 8 o’clock. There were still ten minutes to go, but he was nowhere in sight. Quite a number of inebriated individuals approached her to strike up a

of entertainment were things she had indulged in previously until she grew tired of them. She knew better than anyone why these men were trying to approach her. They were all unattractive and as ugly as toads, yet they still wanted to attach themselves to

settled herself in the corner of the lounge before Noah’s arrival, trying her best to keep a low profile and

though she was wearing a black mask and a hat to hide her face, someone still recognized her eventually. “Ooh look, isn’t that Imperia’s very own charitable princess over there? Who would have thought even princesses come out to drink at bars as well? Doesn’t that make her the same as us

oleaginous, chubby man with a large head, large ears, and an equally large rotund stomach. He practically oozed sleaze from every