The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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A thin and frail woman with bloodstained hands was pressed forcefully onto the ground.

“The former best newcomer lawyer has turned into an incompetent.” A cold and malevolent voice sounded above Rosalie Leighton’s head.

Struggling, she raised her head, her gaze locking onto the attractive face before her. It was hard to fathom that the popular celebrity from the entertainment circle, someone who appeared so innocent to others, could be harboring such ruthlessness.

“Yvette, why?” Rosalie asked in a trembling voice.

“You took my sister’s life How can you even ask why Yvette Hamilton’s sneer conveyed a chilling edge, her eyes brimming

with malefic darkness.

“It wasn’t me. I’m innocent Rosalie managed to utter amidst her difficulty, her head shaking in persistent dental, trying to straighten herself up, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the man standing beside Yvette.

He was none other than Rosalie’s ex-boyfriend. The man who had once vowed to protect her eternally

In the past, even a minor injury to her finger would cause him to worry for hours. Yet now, he merely stood there, a passive observer of her torment

“Z-Zachary.” Rosalie s cry was infused with nearly every ounce of her remaining strength. “Please. I beg you believe me.

He still wore the same suit and leather shoes as before, but as he fixed his dark eyes upon her, they held nothing but a haze of coldness

“Zachary, you’re not feeling sorry for this woman, are you! She’s the one who took my sister’s life! Everything Im doing is to

my sister can rest in peace”

Yvette held the man’s armi mi

at him

tely. Her malicious expression

sformed into a sort of pitiable charm when she looked

“She brought this upon herself Sympathy isn’t warranted Zachary Xanthos responded softly, his fingers tenderly brushing through Yvettes meticulously styled hair “You can do whatever you want.

Rosalie’s eyes widened all of a sudden as the mused. “I brought this upon myself? Ha“

The man who had once cherished Rosalie now reduced her anguish to this dismissive remark.

Drawing on an unfamiliar well of strength, she broke free from the constraining hold of the person pinning her down. She struggled and crawled forward, determined to get closer to the man.

“Zachary, I don’t know what happened in that car accident. I wasn’t drunk driving that day. It was Melanie’s car…. that crashed into mine.

Thud!

descended onto the back of her hand heavily, sending waves of piercing pain

she felt physically paled in comparison to the intense ache in Rosalie’s heart at

on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on her left hand. The realization that he could be so heartless left

a hoarse voice. “Did you ever truly love

ever being with you” Zachary’s words were delivered in a tone as cold as

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It was she who caused the accident that took my sister’s life.” Yvette’s

heard him utter. “All

her eyes to the present, realizing she had been dreaming about the events that unfolded in prison

hand, now covered in calluses. After three years of incarceration,

the fact that the nails on her ten fingers had regrown, her

not flawlessly. The joints appeared slightly misaligned, impeding

it was cold and damp, the discomfort in her

she yearned to sever her hands

Hamilton. Melanie wasn’t just the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family; she was also the

Strico.

her own

feet, retrieving a cleaning tool as

weather had bestowed a slight reddish hue upon her delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a captivating nose and lips tinted with a delicate shade of pink. Her lengthy hair was

might assume she had recently graduated from college. However, the youthful vigor that should have animated her eyes was notably absent, replaced by a hint of

assigned to the night shift. Having dozed off at the Environment and Sanitation Administration, she

Yvette is truly fortunate to be both a renowned celebrity and an esteemed lady. And now, she’s marrying into the prominent Xanthos family.”

prompting her to hastily depart from

Zachary and Yvette were like aching wounds etched into the very

Holding a broom, Rosalie diligently swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in response

be over soon,” Rosalie murmured to herself. For a sanitary worker like her,

sweeping, a Ferrari unexpectedly pulled to a stop before Rosalie.

man and a woman emerged from the vehicle. Pallor swept

scion who used to harass her during her time with

to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders inquired with

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by his side giggled, “She’s a lawyer?

She used to be Mr. Zachary Xanthos

Hamilton. How about you spend the night with me? What I can provide

to evade the man’s grasp, but Timothy seized her arm and pinned her against the

raised her foot and kicked at Timothy, taking advantage

He jumped into his Ferrari and began to chase after Rosalie.

the

deserted. Not a soul was in sight, not

if there was no