Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1766:

Jennie slowly lowered her hands, her fingers curling into fists as she fixed Corrie with a defiant stare. Her voice was steady, her resolve unshaken. “I’m not leaving until you tell me exactly what you’re planning to do with Camille.”

Corrie arched an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at her lips. “You really want to know?” she teased, amusement lacing her tone.

Jennie’s eyes blazed with determination. “All you want is to marry Brook. Don’t take out your misplaced anger and resentment on her. If that’s what this is all about, then focus on getting married to him.”

Corrie threw her head back and laughed, mockery dripping from her words. “So this is how you good people think?”

Jennie slammed her hand on the table, the sharp sound cutting through the air. Her voice rose, thick with frustration. “Stop laughing! Just tell me already!”

Corrie smirked, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You really want to know what I’m going to do to Camille? Fine. Come with me, and you can see for yourself.”

Corrie before. Although she escaped without physical scars, the psychological wounds ran deep. The very thought of returning to Corrie’s world sent a shiver through her and dredged up memories

widened. She tilted her head and taunted, “What’s the matter? Scared now? Not

chest, but she forced it down. Squaring her shoulders, she met Corrie’s eyes. “Fine. I’ll go with

and brave—quite the combination. Let’s go,

emerged from the kitchen, wheeling a large suitcase behind him. Without a word, he unzipped it and, with practiced precision, lifted Camille’s limp form and tucked her inside

“She won’t

a specially designed case with air

chapters are live

crouched beside the suitcase and traced the small vents with trembling fingers, searching for any sign of deception. When she found them where Corrie said they’d be, she let out a shaky sigh—but the unease in

watched her with a bemused expression, arms crossed. “You’re such a mystery to me. Camille is Brook’s girlfriend—she’s the woman you love deeply. And yet here you are, fretting over whether she can

you. You’re yearning to hit me, but