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.

down his cup, Patric spoke in

be unaware of? Aren't you

beasts" was a crass term

everyone knew what the elite families were up to -

ordinary folks like chattel. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

women's status was pitifully low, as their value

was offered. As a result, there was rarely any one-child family on the

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

earmarked for greater

had described to Maja, but

the Inner Island clans were privy to these rules, and even their own

had somehow felt their unassailable status,

his eyes to appraise Patric. Just days ago, an

up escaping their

now here ca Patric, who looked eerily

a brute with a straightforward code, certainly not one to dabble

was nothing like Eric. They

gaze fixed

asked, "How many 'bipedal beasts'

I want twenty of

problem. But when will we receive the promised medication

"One month's time."

Bradshaws will ensure

and left

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

Now this Patric arrives alone, and he's quite

is reliable or not, the medication he speaks of

he fails to deliver, he won't be leaving

fell silent,

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

power above them - the

claim people every three months, and none who