Chapter 1 Marriage

In the winter of 2015, Olive Hart sat on a train from an orphanage in the suburbs and was headed for Los Angeles.

When she was nine year old, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she’s being brought back to LA. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hart’s family and the Augustine’s family.

A daughter from the Hart’s family is to marry into the Augustine’s family. But, with the rumours of the groom being terminally ill, neither of Hart’s two sisters consented to the marriage.

Olive was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of blood.

Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In split. seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in.

“Boss, there’s no one here. Let’s just send him to hell.” One of them roared. The scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward Olive.

Olive instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man’s eyes passed a message of strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands, Olive immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, “Don’t hurt me please. I saw nothing.”

Their leader stepped forward and stared at Olive’s small face. Her eyes were incomparably. bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed.

The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior.

and she said

pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader’s body. He pounced on Olive and tried submerging her

go first. We’ll send this dk to hell first. Then we’ll all have a good time with her.” One of the men

leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on

Olive’s bright eyes. The

to speak, but Olive immediately

and came crashing

the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he snatched the weapon from one of the men in black. The

eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two small abyss in the

the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards olive with steady steps. His bony fingers clenched her

playfully. His voice was low and magnetic, “What

man was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and cold as

blood. She knew she had witnessed everything. And it would be difficult

sternly, “I’m the bride who’s about to marry into the

man raised his eyebrows. It was quite interesting. She’s…

from Los Angeles? You should know that the daughter of the Hart’s family is the one to marry

bride. If something sinister happens to me, don’t you think that’ll be

her stepmother, Monica, a vote of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has

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