Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 124

Marguerite was totally caught off guard when she heard this.

She hadn’t yet told the news to Miley that she and Frederick were heading back to meet his folks, so she asked, “How’d you find out?”

Miley’s reaction was all over the top, with her voice going up and down like a rollercoaster ride.

“Come on, how could I not know? Did you forget what I do for a living? I’m a top–notch private detective! I’ve got clients lining up, begging me to score them an invite to the Winston family party. I reckon you’ll have to tag along with Frederick.”

Marguerite rubbed her temples, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

The last thing she wanted was to go back with Frederick and celebrate his father’s birthday. It was a sticky situation as she didn’t even know what role to play.

On top of that, she was carrying a stranger’s child and felt guilty as hell, thinking she had let Frederick down.

She even questioned herself whether she should be seen with him at such a formal event.

While she was deep in thought, Miley suddenly whipped out a stack of pictures from her pocket and slapped them into her hand with a stern look.

Marguerite asked,

tree of

Marguerite was speechless.

lost her marbles? Who the hell asked her to dig into the Winstons? I haven’t even decided if

Marguerite was curious about the Winston family, so she took a closer

Frederick’s father, an old–man nearing sixty with white hair, but still powerful. He looked remarkably like Frederick

his picture, Marguerite felt a twinge of

glanced at the note under the picture. “Powell Winston,”

second picture was of a woman named Lisette, about fifty

picture, there was another woman around the same age named

a different vibe, who was

at Marguerite, looking like she had the whole

Powell’s wives, your future mothers–in–law. Lisette is the legal wife, and Jocelyn is the

a moment before it sunk in, “So, Frederick is a love

back in the leather

when do love children have

“Well, your hubby is something

never mentioned his family. Although Marguerite hadn’t lived the high life, she knew that love

a pampered rich

lot to rise above, probably