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?”

in the backyard of the Count’s Mansion all the time. You

“Ryan, I don’t remember many things from our past. I

remember them, why can’t you?” Frostily, Ryan continued, “I even remember you have a

We may be siblings, but there should definitely be some propriety between us. How can

he playing at, coming here so suddenly and accosting me with so many questions? Is he suspecting something? But that’s impossible. I

“We grew up together and were very close. I’m just asking to see your birthmark. I’m

“Ah, why are we 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

body, but if Ryan insisted she had one, by hook by crook, she would make sure there was one over her

already contemplating methods to create a fake

herself as much time as she could to execute her

and dropped the

room, and the metal door

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

for his room

cold it could

just