Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja hadn't touched the watery oatmeal served to her.

The maid rolled her eyes and whisked the bowl away without a word.

"Just stay put in bed, honey. Nobody's here to wait on you hand and foot."

The door clicked shut, and it was only then that Maja cautiously slid out from under the covers.

Thankfully, her body felt unmedicated and strong.

Peering through the window, she realized she was trapped in a lavish estate, with faux hills and babbling brooks decorating the

grounds.

She tried to open the window, but it was sealed shut.

Next, she cto the door and tried pushing against it. It wouldn't budge, as it was locked from the outside.

Was she being held captive?

At least the room was spacious, complete with an en suite bathroom.

She returned to the bed. Uncertain of her current predicament, she was left with no choice but to wait.

Meanwhile, in the grand parlor of the Bradshaw estate, a steaming cup of coffee sat before Patric.

The Bradshaw patriarch, Timothy, now in his forties, had taken the reins of the family after the previous head passed away years

ago.

Recognizing the Patric's poise, Timothy watched him with a light chuckle. "So, Mr. Patric, you're interested in further business with

us?" he inquired with a smirk.

his cup, Patric spoke in

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was pitifully low, as their value

every additional child birthed, a handsreward was offered. As a

to cultivate the children's innate talents, and those who showed

earmarked for greater

had described to Maja, but they

Inner Island clans were privy

felt their unassailable status, and therefore inflated their

ago, an Eric had appeared and was seized by the powerful

up escaping

here ca Patric, who looked

with a straightforward code, certainly not

before Timothy was nothing like Eric. They couldn't be

silent, his gaze fixed on his

while, he asked, "How many 'bipedal

I want twenty of the finest

problem. But when will we receive the promised

"One month's time."

in that month, the Bradshaws will ensure Mr. Patric is well

and

up, his voice laced with skepticism, "Sir, can we truly trust this man? For years, it was that

us. Now this Patric arrives alone, and he's quite the big

laugh. "Whether he is reliable or not, the medication he speaks

he fails to deliver, he won't be leaving

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families had always been competitive. Although they controlled all of Inner Island, yet they

power above them - the

claim people every three months, and none who left