I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 58

Yet as soon as Antonio and Levi reached the room door, they heard the click of a lighter.

There was a crack in the door. Through the crack, Antonio saw Roxanne.

The seemingly innocent girl who was supposed to have lung cancer was now smoking.

Peter and Elise were sitting on the sofa opposite her, both looking complacent.

Elise was very pleased as she counted the bride price given by Antonio.

“Roxanne, sweetie, you’re so smart.

“You pretended that you had cancer and fooled Antonio, totally wrapping him around your finger.

“He calls himself a professor? He couldn’t even tell that it was a fake diagnosis.”

Elise’s tone was nothing but mean. While saying, she

exchanged a look with Peter, curled up her lips, and sneered.

“Antonio is so stupid. Grace has loved him for fifteen years, but he just insists on being with you.

“Sweetie, you are charming indeed.”

Peter took a sip of the wine and commented arrogantly,

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“Grace is just like her mom. Both are bound to be miserable.

“If her mom had given us her inheritance, she wouldn’t have been tortured so much that she jumped off the building.

to put on an act to keep that stupid Levi

impatiently, saying in

Grace anyway? If she dares to run away, I swear

carrying! If it weren’t for me

married, find a chance to send her back to that school to make her suffer. We’ll claim that the school is

I’ll play pitiful in front of Antonio, saying Grace picks on me. I’m sure he’ll believe me.

we’ll use her baby to claim the property her

loudly, the three burst

behind the door were on the verge of

bang came as the door was kicked

so pissed off that his face

sullen face, he sneered, his voice

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lying to us?”

who was always gentle and polite, roared with great hatred, “It’s really you. My mom

parents

put out her cigarette with trembling hands. Then she shed a few tears,

that. She said if we didn’t do as she said, she’d abort the baby…”

get

Antonio kicked Roxanne hard, who kept

couldn’t help but tremble with anger, while countless scenes of the past nearly twenty years came back

stop.

“My sweet Grace

fifteen years! How many times has Roxanne smeared Grace? And how many times have I hurt

to think further as

to scramble out. Yet