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”

of staring into Maurice’s eyes, she decided to comply and silently

did at the mansion was under his control, so even if she ran to the ends of

was taking her, but at this point, it didn’t

nowhere to go, so what difference did it make where

McLaren eventually pulling up in a gated

had lived previously, and she had visited once

then, Maurice

guards standing at the entrance of the mansion. She shot Maurice an angry glance but before she could utter a word, he beat her to it, “Give birth to the baby, and III let you leave. Until then, you’re

arrest? Marguerite scoffed, her desire to converse with this manipulative man dwindling to nothing. She walked into the mansion and slammed

Standing on the balcony, she

honzon.

her hair to dance around as her emotions

sea seemed endless, just like her life, with no

away from Frederick was especially long. Marguerite tossed and turned, unable to

her thoughts

waking the next day,

knock 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 second master’s place