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.

my brothers.” Olive’s slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, “I don’t want to die, please. As long as you don’t hurt

urge of consummation in the leader’s body.

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

the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on the floor and had reached out

seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head to meet Olive’s bright eyes. The panics

speak, but Olive immediately kicked

man muttered and came

going to assist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he

He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were

the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards olive

look at her playfully. His voice was

was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and

wiped his hands, she could still smell blood. She knew

down the man’s hand and uttered sternly, “I’m the bride who’s about to marry into the

man raised his eyebrows. It was

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

of that. And I am the bride. If something sinister happens to me, don’t you think that’ll be big trouble for you? Just let me go, I saw saw

of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has sent the money

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