Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 2

by stroke. “My wife is just too excited.” His broad chest was against her back, seemingly gentle but, in fact, forcefully! “Gale, if this marriage is not successful, I will throw you to the mountain to feed the wolves!” he whispered a terrifying warning in her ear. Gale was like a puppet under his control. After the marriage certificate was issued, he took it away directly. “Don’t be delusional, Gale. You are still nothing.” She bit her lip. “Marrying you is the beginning of the torture?” “You can take it that way.” Shawn stepped out. Temperley Hall was his private residence. It was located in a wealthy area, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Like a gorgeous gilded cage. Gale stood in the middle of the living room, wearing her whitewashed clothes and canvas shoes, like an ugly duckling who strayed into the castle. The servants whispered and discussed, “Who is this? She’s dressed more shabby than us.” “Shh, Mr. Wood brought her back himself.” The housekeeper reprimanded, “You all want to lose your tongues? This is Mr. Wood’s wife, the mistress of Temperley Hall!” God, Mrs. Wood was so plain! Shawn came over and indifferently instructed, “Go wash her and bring her to my room.” She was shocked, he wanted to… No, he will find the bruises on her body! Even if they did not have physical relations, just staying in the same room with him would be enough to suffocate her! She whispered, “I