The Deviant CEO

CHAPTER ONE

PARALLEL WORLDS

A woman in her mid forties grabbed the hair of a young woman roughly, “You are humble aren’t you? Pretending to be docile, but scheme behind your sister’s back.” The woman scoffed and pushed Avery to the ground.

“Mother, I didn’t. I just accidentally saved an old man’s life, I didn’t know he was related to a wealthy family.” Avery whimpered and tried to weakly clear the misunderstanding.

Three months ago, she married one of the wealthiest but dark overlord, Lucius Devon. She hasn't met her husband even once and doesn’t even know what he looks like.

Yesterday, she came back to visit her maternal home, but unexpectedly she was met with an unwelcome attitude from both relatives. Avery had been treated harshly since young, but none of it mattered as long as she could feel a little bit of the affection called familial love.

She had been dedicated all her life to make this family love her even if it was a little bit. Avery was too weak to fight back and has a strong inferiority complex, which also affects all her decisions and emotions.

“Mother, remember, her husband’s family gifted her with a new diamond jewellery, I want it.” Helen raised her nose, with a strong sense of superiority, completely different from the woman who was on the floor sobbing.

Helen’s mother dotingly nodded and glared harshly at Avery in turn.

“Did you bring the jewellery? I remember I sent you a message to bring it when visiting?” The woman’s voice was harsh as ever.

“Mom, the butler didn’t let me bring it with me.” Avery kept looking at her feet, unwilling to raise her head up to meet her mother’s eyes.

“How dare you lie to me!” Infuriated by her stupid response, the woman whacked Avery again and again. There were four slaps in total. Harshness and wickedness filled the woman’s eyes.

Unable to bear the pain anymore, Avery fainted at the last slap.

“Tchh. So weak.” Disgust filled Helen’s eyes as she stared at her step sister. Helen bent downwards and yanked Avery’s head, seeing her bleeding forehead, she gave a comfortable scoff. “Mom, I think she really fainted this time around.”

They didn’t bother to lift her up, and the maids didn’t dare defy their boss’s wife, for they knew how treacherous and shrewd she was.

Yes, Avery’s mother is dead. She died when giving birth to Avery and Mr. Mark had no other choice but to marry a second wife. Since he is rarely at home due to company matters, he has no idea that his daughter was being maltreated. They always maintained a calm facade, and he never bothered. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t do anything. Because, his wife’s identity is mysterious, he doesn’t dare mess with Catherine Dawn. Taking more liberty, Catherine hid every evidence to Avery’s treatment very well, allowing no loopholes at all.

No one knew that this was the final breath of Avery Whiteman. She took her last breath on that hard cold floor.

In another dimension.

A woman on black leather boots, black leather pants, black leather top, with a black mink coat, walked in with a deadly aura. She slowly walked into the cathedral leisurely.

Her heart has already been numbed by the world. Her sharp eyes feared no danger. The security watched as she walked into the cathedral church and walked towards the priest in charge of confession.

A wicked smirk laced on her face, she feared no death. Her target is in the church and has been hiding inside there for a week. As a woman with little Patience, she has no time to play cat and mouse with a bastard. Every single one of her time is important.