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Eventually, the priest spoke up. "Helen Lane, do you take this man as your beloved husband?"
Chaz was grinning ear-to-ear as he and Helen turned toward each other.
Then, making sure everyone else was out of earshot, he whispered under his breath, "Don't worry,
Helen. I've discussed the favor you asked for with Titus Lionheart, and he said yes."
"Really?" Helen did a double take but soon appeared troubled.
Her reaction left Chaz's gaze flashing coolly as he smiled. "But he had one condition."
"What is it?" Helen's heart skipped a beat, feeling a foreboding sensation.
Chaz's grin broadened. "His brother Wilbur will be the one having your first night."
"What?!" Helen gaped in shock and disbelief. "Chaz Graves, you're a—"
"What, is that a no?" Chaz shook his head, chuckling. "Don't worry. I'll only record a video and use it
appropriately—rest assured, my lips are sealed."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're a sick pervert!" Helen growled through gritted teeth under her breath.
"You flatter me." Chaz grinned brazenly. "It hurts to let young Wilbur have my wife, but there's no
helping it. I'm making sacrifices for the sake of my family's future."
Naturally, he would never tell Helen that he would be showing the video he recorded to Frank once he
had Frank captured.
He would make Frank watch Helen suffer that humiliation just to break Frank in every way he could.
On the other hand, the audience suspected nothing, believing that Helen and Chaz were flirting since
their exchange was brief.
Helen only despaired further as he unwittingly turned to find a fat boy sitting in the middle of a tight but
fawning escort group.
He was not even twenty, but he was as round as a ball, with hives growing around his exceedingly
grotesque facial features.
He even stuck his tongue out at Helen, his eyes narrowing vilely.
Helen almost puked from a single glance, and she was supposed to spend her first night with him?!
"Go on, say 'I do'." Chaz grinned, closing his eyes as he prepared for Helen to say the words.
However, he soon noticed something amiss.
He opened his eyes again to find Helen standing still with a conflicted look on her face, showing no
intention of speaking up.
"Ms. Helen Lane...?" the priest prompted.
Helen clenched her knuckles as a look of humiliation showed on her face.
Chaz breathed into her ear just then. "Do it. You're not going to save Frank if you get cold feet now—
surely you don't want Titus to carve him into pieces, do you?"
"I."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHelen could only hear the ringing in her mind and looked around as if to look for help.
She did not want this at all.
"But."
"Hey, what's going on? Why's the bride freezing up and staying silent?"
"Yeah, is she getting cold feet?"
"Shit, if she is, it wouldn't just be her—it's over for the Northstream Lanes!"
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