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 even made a flower crown for me out of the plants there.

things from our past. I went missing when I was so young,

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

can I bare such a spot

he playing at, coming here so suddenly and accosting me with so many questions? Is he suspecting something? But that’s impossible. I didn’t give anything

were very close. I’m

always been there. How can it suddenly disappear? Why don’t you head back first? I-I’ve been here

Ryan insisted she had one, by hook by crook, she

already contemplating methods to create a

best option was to buy herself as much time as she could

words and dropped

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

his room with

was so cold

was just testing Mary,