My over protective husband

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

Xiao Wang

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

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"You've satisfied me. Be a good girl, and don't make me mad." Alpha walked out of the room.

I turned my attention to the vent. It was still dark, indicating that the sun had not yet risen. Without wall clocks or cell phones, I'm like a primitive person who relies on sunlight to tell the time.

"Cold." I wrapped myself in a blanket. "Is winter coming soon?" I muttered.

I don't know how long I've been in this room. Seems like more than a year because yesterday was a new year. I watched the beautiful fireworks on television.

Through the vents, I also saw fireworks. The fireworks seemed so far away that I gave up, hoping to escape this room.

I'm sick of always being in my room, even though there is a television, and this room is so big that I can switch bodies with my wolf.

"Bored." I threw a pillow at the television that was showing a comedy show. "Everyone laughed, but I didn't. It wasn't fair!"

I threw pillows or combs dozens of times to express my frustration. But I hope the television is not damaged because the television's sound has kept this room from being quiet, and I wait for news about my dad or big brother, who is looking for my whereabouts.

I sat and straightened my legs. I let out a long breath, and my eyes fell on the advertisement on television.

"I want to wear that dress." My index finger pointed at the television. That woman makes me jealous; she wears a shirt and pants. Oh, she's also wearing high heels.

I want to wear something other than a nightgown. In the closet, there are only dozens of red nightgowns. Alpha didn't even give me sandals; I was barefoot.

The Alpha who locked me up is insane. He is only concerned with his lust. He appeared at night, his eyes filled with lust, which tormented him and turned him into a vicious man.

He really is crazy.

Every day I thought of how to strangle his neck, but I didn't dare to do it.

I'm weak and cowardly.

'No. You are not weak and cowardly. I'm the weak one. If I had been strong, we would have been out of this damn room a long time ago.' My wolf is sorry and sad. We couldn't comfort each other.

'If I kill that crazy Alpha...” I raised my head and stared at the ceiling. My mind wandered. Daydreaming, talking to my wolf, and meditation were activities I did every day.

'That's not a good choice. I told you, if you kill that bastard, the warriors standing at the door of this room will kill you. You will die.' My wolf sighed heavily through her mouth.

I closed my eyes. Ilona is right. I would rather kill myself than be killed. I've rummaged through this room and can't find anything sharp or rope.

Is that crazy Alpha going to torture me until I meet the grim reaper?

"Excuse me, Miss Red. Today is your time for a medical check-up." The soft sound and knock on the door startled me.

"That annoying woman," I muttered in annoyance. My name isn't Red! I don't like Alpha changing my name.

The door was opened by the warrior guarding the room. The woman with red hair and glasses approached me. She smiled broadly.

"How are you?"

I ignore it. That woman was a doctor and a subordinate of that crazy Alpha. She was ordered to check my health and ensure I took my medicine.

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