Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 43

Frederick was downright flabbergasted.

Marguerite Lockwood and Yuna Lockwood.

They shared the same last name, but looked nothing alike.

How on earth could they be sisters?

Frederick’s face was a picture of astonishment. “What did you just say?”

Yuna took a deep breath, her sorrow was so deep that her shoulders shook uncontrollably. “Frederick, Marguerite was adopted by my parents and she was my foster sister. Although we didn’t share a drop of blood, I treated her like my own sister. Whatever she wanted, she got it. I did everything an elder sister should do! But ever since she arrived, I lost the favor from the family. My parents no longer favored me, even relatives and friends began to dislike me. Despite my best efforts to please everyone, nothing I did could match up to Marguerite. Seeing my plight, my grandma took me to the countryside. I don’t know what happened next. By the time my parents found me, Marguerite was no longer with us. Later, my mom told me that Marguerite was so loved because she was a smooth talker, and she was especially good at playing innocent. She spread lots of nasty rumors about me when we were kids. They believed her, thinking kids wouldn’t lie. That’s when I realized Marguerite had stolen everything from me! She took the love my parents had for me, and even my rightful glory. Now, she’s your wife. Frederick, you’re my boyfriend! You are the man I love the most! I can overlook everything she’s done before, but I can’t stomach you becoming her husband!”

Marguerite was actually the adopted daughter of the Lockwood family.

fact completely blindsided

legs as if afraid

up, leaving only sobs, making her look pitiful and

his umbrella tightly, Frederick crouched down and sheltered Yuna under

can’t just abuse her like that. Illegal confinement and

Yuna tightly clung to Frederick’s arm, shaking her head as

angry and just wanted to teach her a lesson. They took her back to Marina Shores Village, so that she could reflect on her actions. But we never hit her. We even argued carefully, afraid of provoking her. Moreover, my dad left her some money to take care of herself. But when you said

gaze hardened, staring at her intently. “You really didn’t hurt her. Is that true?”

if you don’t believe it, you can check! I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m not afraid

in Marina Shores Village who had connections with Marguerite, reaching a unanimous agreement. So all the information Frederick could find would be in

gazed at the man pathetically.

in his eyes seemed to suggest that he

gently, squeezing out a

It doesn’t matter how she sees me or slanders me