Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 292

Meanwhile, Maurice took a phone call and left the den, with Marguerite left standing there for what felt like an eternity. By the time she decided to leave, her legs had already given way to exhaustion

She walked aimlessly out of the study, only to find that the entire mansion was deserted, save for the omnipresent security staff.

Powell was not home, and even Jocelyn and Lisette were gone. Presumably, Maurice had sent them all away

Marguerite stood at the entrance of the mansion, staring at the concrete driveway leading away from the lavish property, a wave of uncertainty washing over her

In the span of an hour, her life had taken a dramatic tum.

Returning to her former home, Sapphire Valley Estates, was no longer an option. With her grandma gone, she was left wondering where her home was

Just then, a McLaren pulled up in front of Marguente, revealing Maurice’s smug face. Marguerite ignored him, walking past the car and heading towards the road.

The McLaren kept pace with her, Maunce’s magnetic voice ringing in her ears, “Marguerite, don’t be stubborn. You think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

Marguerite stopped in her tracks, and the McLaren came to a halt behind her

Maurice stepped out of the car and stood in front of Marguente, his command crisp and clear, “Get in the car”

two seconds of staring

was under his control, so even if she ran to the ends of the earth, he would be able to

no idea where Maurice was taking her, but at

what difference did it make where

up

previously, and she had visited once

then, Maurice was still

word, he beat her to it,

manipulative man dwindling

room that overlooked the sea Standing on the balcony, she could see

honzon.

in the center of the balcony, the wind causing her hair to dance

sea seemed endless, just like her life, with

was especially long. Marguerite tossed and turned,

her thoughts

couldn’t remember falling asleep, and upon waking the next day,

on her door. It was Nadine, standing at the door with a massive suitcase, ‘Ms. Lockwood, the master had me retrieve your belongings from the