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

so even if she ran to the ends of the earth,

taking her, but

go, so what difference did it

up

where Maurice had lived previously,

then, Maurice

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

to converse with this manipulative man

named Nadine showed Marguerite to a room that overlooked the sea Standing on the balcony, she could see

honzon.

balcony, the wind causing her hair

endless, just like her life, with no end

night away from Frederick was especially long. Marguerite tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, images

her thoughts

waking the next day, she had

as she was opening her eyes, there was a knock on her door. It was Nadine, standing at the door with a massive suitcase,