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!

foot descended onto the back of her hand heavily, sending waves of piercing pain through

the intense ache in

and locked eyes on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on her left hand. The realization

she said in a hoarse voice. “Did you ever

you” Zachary’s words were delivered in

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It was she who caused the accident that took my

heard

abruptly opened her eyes to the present, realizing she had been dreaming

in calluses. After three years of incarceration, her hands

fact that the nails on her ten fingers had

but not flawlessly. The joints appeared slightly misaligned, impeding her ability to perform

cold and damp, the discomfort in her fingers was exacerbated.

so excruciating that she yearned

drunk driving, resulting in the accident that caused the death of Melanie Hamilton. Melanie wasn’t just the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family; she was also the fiancée of Jonathan Youngblood, a powerful

Strico.

and cast aside by her own family. Ultimately,

her feet, retrieving a cleaning tool as

worker, and the cold weather had bestowed a slight reddish hue upon her delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a captivating nose and lips tinted with a delicate shade of pink.

vigor that should have animated her eyes was notably absent,

to the night shift. Having dozed off at the Environment and

engrossed in her phone caught Rosalie’s attention. “Huh? Zachary and Yvette are getting engaged. Yvette is truly fortunate to be both a renowned celebrity and an esteemed lady. And now, she’s marrying into

coursed through Rosalie’s body, prompting her to hastily depart

aching wounds etched into the very core of Rosalie’s being.

cold. Holding a broom, Rosalie diligently swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in response to the

a sanitary worker like her, even accessing painkillers had become

pulled to a stop before

man and a woman emerged from the vehicle. Pallor swept

to harass her during her time with Zachary and even earned

road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders inquired with a knowing glint in

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his side giggled, “She’s a lawyer? How odd!”

used to be Mr. Zachary

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

to have his way with her. She struggled to evade the man’s grasp, but Timothy seized her arm and pinned her

her, Rosalie raised her foot and kicked at Timothy, taking advantage

eyes flared red as he refused to relent. He jumped

Rosalie had dashed to the other side of the

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

as if there was no one