The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

The dancing fire in the haunted house was blazing into the sky. The thick smoke and searing flames surrounded Charis, leaving her with no place left to hide.

Flustered and scared, she tried her best to find a way out.

All of a sudden, a scorched wooden beam right above her head creaked and then fell down. Charis screamed and dodged, rolling on the ground desperately.

It seemed that the haunted house was going to collapse on top of her. Charis stood up awkwardly and looked desperately at the woman who had just climbed out of the window. “You tricked me! You wanted to trap me in the fire to kill me, didn’t you? You fucking bitch! You’ll pay for this!”

Now, Janet was safe and sound whereas Charis was the one who was trapped in the burning building. How ironic.

Janet climbed up to the window, dusted her hands, and sneered coldly. “You asked for it!”

“You are so fucking vicious!”

Janet rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you have the gall to call me that. You’re the one who hired someone to start a fire. You’re the one who locked me in this room! Now you’re the one who can enjoy the feeling of being burned to death!”

After that, Janet climbed up the rope ladder that led to the helicopter hovering above them.

She even cast a smug glance at Charis before leaving. “Bye!”

The helicopter took off and quickly took Janet to safety. The sound of the propeller echoed in the air.

Janet to safety. The sound of the propeller echoed

woman, you wouldn’t have resorted to playing tricks on me! Fucking bitch!” Looking at the direction in which Janet’s helicopter had flown away, Charis screamed in agony. She was left behind, and the smoke was getting

couldn’t sit still

room she had just locked Janet in, Charis came up with an

was wrong. She couldn’t unlock it! Anxiety and panic gnawing at her, she twisted the key so hard that it

stared blankly at the broken key in her hand and realized that

Charis threw the broken key on the ground and even stomped

with each second that passed, and the wood floor beneath her started

around her kept rising, she could clearly

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