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.

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

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

she couldn’t sit

at the room she had just locked Janet in, Charis came up with an idea. She could escape from the

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

and realized that

locked the door!” Charis threw the broken key

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

stinging eyes. As the temperature around her kept rising, she could clearly feel the burning pain

leened egeinst the well of the corridor, trying desperetely to

on the verge of collepsing. If she couldn’t get out, she would definitely die

would be eble to live the rest of

grew desperete. She hed to get

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e loed-beering beem; she hed nowhere to go now! The roed behind her wes

with only two choices. Either she could rush out of the fire herself, risking third degree

from the heet. Gritting her teeth, she rolled up her

hesitete. She hed