My Extraordinary Wife

Mary and Penelope had grown accustomed to the lifestyle of socialites, yet Ashlyn’s appearance had ruined their fairytale lives in an instant.

That b*tch is an absolute jinx! She carries bad luck everywhere she goes!

Just then, Ryan arrived at the dark room and looked at the elderly woman guarding the door. “Open it!”

The woman hesitated briefly before following his orders.

Light suddenly illuminated the dark room, and Mary instinctively flinched and shielded her eyes from the glare.

“Have you come to get us, Ryan?” Upon recognizing Ryan, Mary hurriedly stood up and supported Penelope to her feet. She added, “Penelope’s sick. She’s running a fever. Take us away from this place.”

“I’m here to ask you something,” Ryan asked while looking down at Mary. His cold expression lacked any hint of brotherly affection.

Stunned, Mary asked, “About what?”

backyard of the Count’s Mansion all the time. You even made a flower crown for me

I don’t remember many things from our past. I went missing when I

can’t you?” Frostily, Ryan continued, “I even remember you have a birthmark over your left waist. Can I look at

some propriety between us. How can I bare such a spot for you?” At

so many questions? Is he suspecting something? But that’s impossible.

grew up together and were very close. I’m just asking to see your birthmark. I’m not going to look

fixating on this? A birthmark can hardly represent our entire relationship, can it? It has always been there. How can it suddenly disappear? Why don’t you head back first? I-I’ve been here for so long,

one, by hook by crook,

Mary was already contemplating methods to create

as much time as she could to execute her

words and dropped the topic. “All

left the dark room, and the metal door slammed heavily

was flabbergasted. He’s leaving? What about Penelope and me? What was all that talk about being close siblings?

Ryan headed for his room with a

was so cold it could freeze

just testing Mary, and she