Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 154

Marguerite was left in a daze by a sudden smack to the face Clutching her throbbing cheek, she finally saw who had hit her

Ables and Zoe

Rage swept over hes like a storm. The fire in Marguerite’s eyes was burning brightly, ready to scorch the duo into ashes.

How dare you? Who gave you the right to clare at your mother like that?” Zoe demanded, bristling with anger.

You’re not my mom anymore, Marguerite shot back.

“How dare you talk back to me? You need a lesson!”

As Zoe raised her hand again to sinke Marguerite, she swiftly dodged, leaving Zoe to lash out at thin air, which only made her angrier

It wasn’t that Marguerite didn’t want to fight back. It was just she didn’t want to give Zoe an excuse to complain as a customer and put her job at nisk

Seeing this, Ablett grabbed Marguerite by the collar from behind and threw her into a corner of the alley

They were here to make Marguerite put on a mask. This place was teeming with people, if Marguerite put on the mask in public, word could get back to Mr.

Winston

“You’ve gone too far! I’ve already cut ties with you and left the mansion. Whether I wear a mask or not is my decision!”

balance, being in

right do you have to make decisions? Don’t want to wear the mask? Fine! Then get out of Stonebridge City, the farther the better, and don’t

me to leave? Alright! Give me

though Marguerite didn’t know why the Lockwoods were so desperate to get rid of her, she did know that nothing comes

to make

asking for anything in return is already a mercy! What right do you have

Marguerite said, resisting the urge to lash out, her

was too angry to

tense atmosphere, Ablett shoved Marguerite and threw

you insist on staying, then wear the mask. Stop wasting our time, we

Marguerite’s face, but her heart ached as if it had been cut by a

the couple, every

experienced any love despite having

in so much

and Mr. Winston are together, they can come and go from the mansion without any formalities. If we wanted

Damn it!

her with her grandmother

in her heart,

on, clutching it tightly, “How long do

the day you die!

feeling weak. Seeing her