Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 1

The room was a hot mess. A man and a woman were tangled up like a pair of intertwined snakes. Under the sunlight, their bodies were twisted tightly together.

When Frederick Winston woke up, he found a woman snuggled into his arm, her face covered by her hair, making it hard to see her features.

This woman shifted her neck slightly, murmuring in her sleep and unconsciously burrowed into his embrace.

Frederick had a splitting headache and realized that the woman in his arms was naked. Her skin had a sexy glow under the sunlight that made his almond–shaped eyes squint slightly.

His eyebrows furrowed as he instinctively looked around. Then, he suddenly remembered all the things happened last night.

At the company’s anniversary celebration, he had drank quite much and crashed in his hotel room.

In his half awake state, the woman wrapped herself around him. Their skin–to–skin contact filled the air with a steamy atmosphere.

So, in a blurry haze, they did the deed.

Turns out, last night wasn’t just a dream, it was real.

Frederick’s expression darkened instantly. He rolled out of bed, hurriedly put on his clothes, his gaze swept over the bedsheet and then came to a

sudden halt.

The red stains on the bedsheet, like a blooming flower, caught his eye.

To his surprise, she was a virgin.

All of a sudden, he had an urge to see what the woman, whose virginity he took, looked like.

His large hand was about to brush away the hair obstructing her face, but he stopped just before touching her.

This was just a one–night stand, no need to get hung up on it.

After all, the women who wanted to sleep with him were only after his money and status.

suit on the bed, and Frederick

didn’t know was that as he picked up his suit, a necklace that had fallen from the woman’s

a Rolls–Royce Cullinan raced down the bustling

Frederick’s assistant Chuck was respectfully reporting work, but Frederick seemed a bit

about the sweet scent he seemed to have smelled last night. He began to wonder if it

smell

Cedarbrook Street that refuses to move. The demolition department is at a loss,”

he asked,

think the compensation we offered for relocation is too low, so they are asking for more.

back seat, squinted his eyes and immediately gave an order, “To Cedarbrook

surprised but quickly

going to handle this

the driver changed direction, and the car started heading towards

draped over his shoulder

his pocket to find his phone, a pendant

necklace with a stunning sapphire. The surface of the gem was carved with a floral

diamonds.

pick up the necklace. His deep

Was this necklace hers?

Was it her?

for over a decade, could it

at Frederick with a puzzled

like a treasure, a small smile playing on his lips, “Track down someone for

is it, Mr. Winston?”

“A woman.”

eyes widened in surprise,

was going on here?

to find a

was surprised, after all, Frederick was a legendary figure in

world of wealthy families, the family business is always inherited by the rightful heirs, no exceptions. But

over, he turned Stonebridge City’s top wealthy family, the

industries, not only globally renowned real estate but also a perfume company. Its unique scent drove

charge of the Winston Group, Frederick, has been single for 28