NovelEnglishChapter 256 He'd met Mila under unusual circumstances. They'd both kept their distance, never prying into each other's personal lives or family backgrounds. That's why he had no idea Mila was married to Lysander, which made him perfectly at ease when it cto gossip.
Most seasoned journalists knew Lysander Montgomery was married, but the man had never thrown a wedding, and for seven years he'd kept his wife's identity a secret.
At first, the media had been curious-who was Mrs. Montgomery? But no matter how hard they dug, they couldn't find a single scrap of information about her. To make things even stranger, Lysander always showed up at social events with different women on his arm, making it painfully clear how indifferent he was to his wife. Eventually, the press lost interest. The legend of Mrs. Montgomery faded, and nobody paid her any mind.
But now, with Lysander flaunting Giselle so openly, it was obvious he was serious about her! The guy Mila was speaking with found it all pretty fascinating. "You know, I have to say, the real Mrs. Montgomery must have the patience of a saint. Her husband's mistress is strutting around in the spotlight, and she doesn't even show her face. Wouldn't it be something if she ctowith the inside scoop?" He'd always been insanely curious about the Montgomery family's mysterious wife, hidden away for seven years.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf Mrs. Montgomery ever decided to step into the light, it would be a media circus -he could already picture how ugly things would get between the Montgomerys and the Harveys.
Too bad, though. Even he couldn't dig up anything on her.
And honestly, even if she did cto him with a bombshell about the Montgomerys, he'd probably think twice before publishing it.
The Harveys he could risk ruffling. The Montgomerys? That was a different league entirely. Especially with Lysander at the helm-a man infamous for his ruthlessness.
This was the guy who'd forced his own father out just to seize control of the family fortune. Who knew what he was capable of? After listening to her journalist friend, Mila simply smiled and ended the call.
Was it patience that kept her silent? Hardly.
She just knew exactly what Lysander was capable of. If he didn't want something revealed, then the so-called Mrs. Montgomery would never see the light of day.
She'd tried before.
Years ago, when she'd still cared, she'd longed to claim her place as Mrs. Montgomery. There was one twhen Lysander was attending a gala; she'd dressed up and gone along, determined to take her rightful spot.
But what happened? She never even made it to the main hall. Someone shut her in a storage room at the hotel, and she stayed there all night until a cleaner found her the next morning.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe shock, combined with the flimsy dress she'd worn, left her with a high fever for days-she barely escaped permanent damage.
That experience made everything clear.
It was Lysander's warning: as long as she lived under the Montgomery roof, she would never be allowed to stand in the light as Mrs. Montgomery.
Fortunately, Mila no longer cared about the title. All she wanted now was to escape this suffocating life. Whoever becMrs. Montgomery in the future, it wouldn't matter to her. She was done with the Montgomery family, and with Lysander.
Still, she hadn't expected Lysander to go this far for Giselle, especially with the public scandal involving the Harvey family's secret daughter. It wasn't part of her plan, but it hadn't derailed her goals either. She glanced down at her phone. The last message in her encrypted chat was from Charlotte.
"I've moved into the Harvey estate." Mila typed back:
"Sendphotos. I'll check in on you regularly, and I'll also keep an eye out for specialists and equipment to help wake your mother." With that, she sent the message and closed the programming interface.
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