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.

the bed,

fallen from the woman’s neck

Cullinan raced down the

CEO Frederick’s assistant Chuck was respectfully reporting work, but Frederick seemed a bit distracted, his thoughts started

seemed to have smelled last night. He began to wonder if

all, he lost his sense of smell in a car accident

a resident on Cedarbrook Street that refuses to move. The demolition

asked, snapping back to

we offered for relocation is too low, so they are asking for more. If that plot of land isn’t demolished, it will affect our upcoming bids,” Chuck

the back seat, squinted his eyes and

but quickly

Frederick was going to handle

the car

over his

his phone, a

The surface of the gem was carved with a

diamonds.

to pick up the necklace. His deep eyes landed on

Was this necklace hers?

Was it her?

a decade, could it be

with a puzzled

like a treasure, a small smile playing on his lips,

is it,

“A woman.”

in surprise, “A

going

find a woman? This

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

is always inherited by the rightful

City’s top wealthy family,

was involved in many industries, not only globally renowned real estate but also a perfume company. Its unique scent drove all

in charge of the Winston Group,