His Unwanted Wife Is Madame Lan

Author: Hu Minxue

Chapter 1

Word Count: 789 | Released on: Today at 10:49

rom the downstairs foyer sounded like

t a rush of cold adrenaline straight to her fingertips. Two a.m. She lay frozen in the pitch-black master bedr

out, her fingers stiff, and grabbed her phone off the nights

he icy irritation in his voice thick enough to choke on.

urned the back of her throat. Him. Gregory Morse. The man wh

one turning to absolute ice out of pure terror. "I hear them on

ripping with disgust. "Genevra never resorted to such cheap, attention-s

ry, I

ent dead.

walked to the walk-in closet, bypassing the rows of designer clothes he had forced her to wear to mimic his d

ing far more vital for her survival: a heavy encrypte

ack trench coat over a high-necked sweater, buttoned to the top. It was her armor. She kept her head down, bypassi

. The sharp branches tore at her clothes, eac

le coffee and grease hit her like a physical blow. The linoleum floor was littered

arely covered her shivering frame. She was holding her phone up, ad

into the receiver, her eyes glassy. "Yes, I'm safe

in her chest. Gregory didn't care if she lived or died. To him, she was just a chea

n, ended the call, and dropped the phone

out the encrypted hard drive, and stared

gory?" Andrea said, her voice dangerously

her face, replaced by a sickly, chalky wh

face. It wasn't displaying PR analytics or stock trends.

o track the launch schedule for her new fashion line. The e

ee agonizing seconds. Her

n the screen. WELCO

ooked down at the Cartier ring on her finger. The diamond

Morse family at the Hamptons estate.

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

His Unwanted Wife Is Madame Lan

Hu Minxue Billionaires

“Andrea was trapped in a suffocating marriage with billionaire Gregory Morse, forced to live as the pathetic substitute for his dead fiancée. When armed intruders broke into their estate in the dead of night, she called her husband in pure terror. "Stop playing these cheap, attention-seeking games," Gregory sneered with disgust, and hung up the phone. She barely escaped with her life, but the cruelty only escalated. At the family mansion, his dead fiancée's sister deliberately scalded Andrea's hand with boiling tea. Instead of defending his wife, Gregory publicly humiliated her, ordering her to clean up the mess while calling her a stray dog. That night, hiding in the dark wine cellar, Andrea overheard a chilling confession. Gregory admitted to his brother that he knew Andrea was completely innocent of the car crash that killed his fiancée. He knew she had been framed. Why did he marry her? Just to use her as a psychological punching bag to vent his twisted grief. He watched her suffer every single day, treating her like disposable trash, while violently threatening anyone who showed her an ounce of kindness. He thought she was just a useless, helpless shadow who would quietly endure his torment forever. He had no idea that behind her submissive facade, she was secretly Madame Lan, the apex predator of the global fashion world. And now, she was ready to burn his empire to the ground.”