The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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A thin and frail woman with bloodstained hands was pressed forcefully onto the ground.

“The former best newcomer lawyer has turned into an incompetent.” A cold and malevolent voice sounded above Rosalie Leighton’s head.

Struggling, she raised her head, her gaze locking onto the attractive face before her. It was hard to fathom that the popular celebrity from the entertainment circle, someone who appeared so innocent to others, could be harboring such ruthlessness.

“Yvette, why?” Rosalie asked in a trembling voice.

“You took my sister’s life How can you even ask why Yvette Hamilton’s sneer conveyed a chilling edge, her eyes brimming

with malefic darkness.

“It wasn’t me. I’m innocent Rosalie managed to utter amidst her difficulty, her head shaking in persistent dental, trying to straighten herself up, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the man standing beside Yvette.

He was none other than Rosalie’s ex-boyfriend. The man who had once vowed to protect her eternally

In the past, even a minor injury to her finger would cause him to worry for hours. Yet now, he merely stood there, a passive observer of her torment

“Z-Zachary.” Rosalie s cry was infused with nearly every ounce of her remaining strength. “Please. I beg you believe me.

He still wore the same suit and leather shoes as before, but as he fixed his dark eyes upon her, they held nothing but a haze of coldness

“Zachary, you’re not feeling sorry for this woman, are you! She’s the one who took my sister’s life! Everything Im doing is to

my sister can rest in peace”

Yvette held the man’s armi mi

at him

tely. Her malicious expression

sformed into a sort of pitiable charm when she looked

“She brought this upon herself Sympathy isn’t warranted Zachary Xanthos responded softly, his fingers tenderly brushing through Yvettes meticulously styled hair “You can do whatever you want.

Rosalie’s eyes widened all of a sudden as the mused. “I brought this upon myself? Ha“

The man who had once cherished Rosalie now reduced her anguish to this dismissive remark.

Drawing on an unfamiliar well of strength, she broke free from the constraining hold of the person pinning her down. She struggled and crawled forward, determined to get closer to the man.

“Zachary, I don’t know what happened in that car accident. I wasn’t drunk driving that day. It was Melanie’s car…. that crashed into mine.

Thud!

onto the back of her hand heavily,

she felt physically paled in comparison to the intense ache in Rosalie’s heart at that very

to lift her head and locked eyes on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on

in a hoarse voice. “Did you

was ever being with you” Zachary’s

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she who caused the accident

Rosalie heard him

had been dreaming about the

years of incarceration, her hands were no longer as tender and smooth as they used to be.

the fact that the nails on her ten fingers had regrown,

healing over time but not flawlessly. The joints appeared slightly misaligned, impeding her ability

was cold and damp, the discomfort in her

became so excruciating that she yearned to sever

the death of Melanie Hamilton. Melanie wasn’t just the eldest daughter of the

Strico.

aside by her own family. Ultimately, she received

to her feet, retrieving a cleaning tool as she

delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a captivating nose and lips tinted with a delicate shade of pink. Her lengthy hair was unpretentiously

vigor

day, she was assigned to the night shift. Having dozed off at the Environment and Sanitation Administration, she had nearly missed her work

getting engaged. Yvette is truly fortunate to be both a renowned celebrity and an

tremor coursed through Rosalie’s body, prompting her to hastily depart from the Environment

Yvette were like aching wounds etched

January night was distinctly cold. Holding a broom, Rosalie diligently swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in

For a sanitary worker like her, even accessing painkillers had become an unattainable luxury.

sweeping, a Ferrari unexpectedly pulled to

and a woman emerged from the vehicle. Pallor

a scion who used to harass her during

isn’t the great lawyer, Ms. Leighton? What brings you to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders inquired

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giggled, “She’s a

used to be Mr. Zachary

you spend the night with me? What I can provide you is far beyond your

struggled to evade the man’s grasp, but Timothy seized her arm and

to touch her, Rosalie raised her foot and kicked at Timothy, taking advantage of his momentary pain to

eyes flared red as he refused to relent. He jumped into his Ferrari and began to chase after

to the

nighttime activity in this area, it was hauntingly deserted. Not a soul

as if there was