Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

389 The race

She’s a beautiful woman, born from a decent, respected, and morally upright family. What more do you need in a woman?/She’s intelligent, and most of all, you two grew up together.” (1

Brian grabbed the keys and started to walk towards the door. However, by the time he got to the entrance, a few men in black blocked his way.

“Listen to your mother, young mas-

“Bang!”

“Arghh!”

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Brian watched the guard with condescending eyes as he rolled on the floor from how ruthlessly he had tossed him over his shoulder just now.

Two guards blocked the entrance with their hands outstretched.

“F*ck!… I don’t want to fight today. Get out of my way.” Brian tried to rein in his anger. He had been fighting for his freedom ever since he returned home.

“What’s so good about that worthless woman…what’s her name again?… Piper? Will you only listen to me if I kill her?”

Brian screamed like an Insane

kill her… I won’t even touch a hair on her head, but only If you agree to marry.”

decisions.” A deep voice sounded before a middle–aged man walked

her husband and picked up the glass of wine

the opportunity to leave

Only she and her husband could be seen in the large sitting room a moment

do you think you

snorted and was about to walk into the house when

son or his girlfriend in any way, I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than

husband, who was an older version of Brian before she chuckled and patted his face. “What can you do? You couldn’t do anything 27 years ago. What makes

he uttered, obviously restricting his fury.

not asking for too much. Stop spoiling your Son, and let me do

years back, but don’t ever think I will allow you

it. She raised her slender and beautiful fingers and started drawing circles on his chest, then articulated, “On two conditions darling… get me the rainborite Ore, or spend the night with me… it’s been 27 years since you last touched me… do it this time. Make me feel like a woman, and I’ll leave our

with her fingers that were messing with his pajama’s button. His face looked disgusted as he stared at

saying, “Brian is my son, and as his mother, I know what is best for him,

tightened his

in mind. The young man was enraged, and the only way to calm his head was to feel

sent by his mother, so he increased his speed,

dangerous race!” the other person asked. Her helmet

suddenly grew excited. He loves dangerous sports