NovelEnglishThe scandal involving the Millers had the small town of Greenfield buzzing with gossip. Word on the street was that Carol's life had
becas restrictive as a prison sentence, needing to get permission from Felix just to step outside the door.
Felix was a piece of work, supporting his childhood sweetheart but still insisting on marrying Carol.
When Tyler bluntly hit a nerve with Carol at the party, a heavy silence fell over the room.
Carol was so furious, she wanted to hurl her glass of wine at Tyler—not just at him, but at Fitch too, that good-for-nothing charmer.
These men were no good, every single one of them.
The tension was palpable only for a moment before Tyler, with his easy charisma, lightened the mood again.
Maja, who had been sipping her drink quietly, let out a sigh as she watched Carol.
The party raged on until the wee hours of the night. When Carol decided to leave, Maja offered to walk her out but was gently
turned down.
"Maja, | know my way home, and shouldn't you be resting? You're expecting, after all. By the tmy wedding day comes, you'll
probably be waddling," Carol joked with a bittersweet smile.
There were just two weeks left until Carol's wedding.
The invitations had been sent out long ago, and most of the local elite had received one.
Despite President Miller's recent incarceration, Felix had managed to keep the Miller Group's stocks from plummeting. With a few
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtaggressive business moves, he had acquired two rival companies in a matter of months, positioning the Miller Group for an even
larger monopoly.
Such a man could play the long game, keeping a low profile by Carol's side, which only proved his cunning. Sooner or later, Carol
was bound to be taken in by his schemes.
Carol left the Greenfield Gardens and found a car waiting for her at the curb. The night was bitterly cold, with a recent drop in
temperature that made even the dim streetlights seem frozen in place.
Expecting her driver, she was surprised to find Felix seated in the back as she opened the car door.
Recently, Felix had been swamped with work as the Miller Group, now filled with his loyalists, was expanding rapidly. He had
purged the company of those too faithful to President Miller, earning himself a fair share of curses from a few hundred souls
wishing him an early grave.
Yet, here he was, the new golden boy of Greenfield, untouchable in the eyes of many who feared they might be the next to fall
from grace.
Carol hesitated for a mere second before climbing into the car, keeping her distance from Felix.
His fingers tapped the documents in his hand, his voice calm, almost gentle. "We'll go try on the wedding dress after sunrise.”
The wedding was only two weeks away, yet the dress remained untried. In truth, this was due to Listina's incessant demands,
clinging to Felix and preventing any such appointment.
Out of his affection for her, it kept getting postponed until now.
Carol didn't respond, merely closed her eyes and leaned back, refusing to engage in conversation. This was their usual way of
interacting.
The car cto a stop in front of her house. As soon as the engine was off, the driver, sensing the tension, hurriedly exited the
vehicle.
"Carol, didn't you hear me?" Felix's voice cut through the silence.
Carol opened the car door, attempting to leave, but a strong hand pulled her back. Her chin was caught in a firm grip, causing her
pain.
"Never learned your lesson, have you?"
Every tshe crossed him, the consequences were severe, yet she never seemed to care.
Carol forced a smile, "Mr. Brown, taking tout of your busy schedule to accompanyto try on the wedding dress? How
surprising."
"Listina has a check-up tomorrow."
That explained it. With Listina occupied, he had the freedom to accompany her. The irony was not lost on Carol.
With a swift movement, she pushed him away and slapped him fiercely.
"Felix, you truly disgust me."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTo the world, he was the epitof a humble elite, but only she knew the darkness that lurked beneath his skin.
Felix's tongue touched his cheek, tasting a hint of blood from the slap that had split his lip.
In the next second, he pulled her close, pinning her down on the leather seat with overpowering force.
The car door was still open, and servants could cby at any moment.
Carol, realizing his intentions, was terrified, her voice trembling, "Let go!"
But he didn't. He pressed her face down into the seat, lifting up her cashmere skirt without a second's hesitation, and bound her
hands behind her back. Without any foreplay, he entered her forcefully.
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