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?”

we used to play in the backyard of the Count’s Mansion all the time. You even made a flower crown for me

answered, “Ryan, I don’t remember many things from our past. I went missing when I was so young,

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

definitely be some propriety between us. How can I bare

suddenly and accosting me with so many questions? Is he suspecting something? But that’s impossible. I didn’t give anything away. When did he start suspecting me? Have I not done enough to keep up my

very close. I’m just asking to see your birthmark.

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 for so long, and I’m absolutely filthy. After Mom

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

already contemplating methods to create

as much

her words and dropped the topic. “All

dark room, and

What about Penelope and me? What was all that

for his

was so cold

just