07
Six months later, I got a video call from Brittany
out of the blue.
She was probably just testing to see if my
parents were still reachable since she couldn’t
get through to them. She never expected me to
pick up.
She watched as I sat by a shimmering lake in
expensive clothes, enjoying the winter sun. A
butler was grilling food for me, and a maid was
pouring wine. Brittany was dumbfounded.
“Summer, why haven’t you been locked up by
Stuart?”
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I asked, “Why would my husband lock me up?
He loves me so much.”
“He loves you? That’s impossible! He doesn’t
have a heart! No matter how much I begged him last time, he wouldn’t let me go.”
Brittany looked like she was starting to doubt everything. “There’s no way he loves you. Even
if he isn’t mad at you for cheating on him with
Chad, he’ll blame you for that old woman’s
death. You should be chained up in the
basement like a dog, eating dog food and
begging for his approval…”
Grandma Stuart leaned in. “What’s she saying?
What old woman died?”
Ever since I had convinced Grandma to live for
herself, her body had gotten better every day.
Not only could she walk and take care of herself, but she’d gotten into yoga. Her figure
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was more elegant than ever.
Seeing how much better she was, Stuart had
turned a blind eye to the two young, hot male life assistants I’d hired for her. They were both
over six feet tall.
It turns out that the key to keeping a woman
disciplined is to surround her with hot guys.
Men always like 18–year–olds, but what about
women?
When Brittany saw Grandma Stuart full of
energy, her jaw hit the floor.
“That’s impossible. Is she a ghost? How is she
not dead?”
Grandma Stuart said, “Rude! You’re the one
who’s dead!”
I said, embarrassed, “I’m sorry, Grandma. This
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is my sister who lives far away. She’s been
going through some stuff and she hasn’t been
herself.”
Grandma Stuart said, with a face of sympathy,
“Oh, this is your sister? I thought she was your aunt!”
Brittany was furious.
Because of her fear of Stuart from last time,
she didn’t dare curse at Grandma Stuart.
“Anyway, I need to go. My assistant is waiting
for me to go bowling.”
I watched Grandma leave, then looked back at
Brittany, who was still staring, disbelieving.
“She’s not dead. Doesn’t that mean Stuart isn’t
addicted to gambling either?”
“That’s right. Not only that, but he’s also an
ambassador for anti–gambling campaigns.
None of the things you said have happened
here. What about you? You were going to be a
billionaire’s wife. How did you end up like this?”
She looked messy, her skin was dark, she had
black eyes, and her clothes were old. She didn’t
dare speak loudly. She looked like she was
guilty of something.
It had been six months. Had she not escaped
Chad’s house yet?
When she brought up herself, Brittany started
crying. “Sis, Chad and his mom are holding me
hostage. They took my phone and make me do
farm work every day.
I’ve been getting tortured by them for six
months!
I can’t get through to Mom and Dad. They
stopped Chad’s support for some reason.
Chad’s really mad. He wants me to get money
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from my family. If he doesn’t get it, he can’t
start his business. I can only call you.
Did you have to live like this before you became
a billionaire’s wife? Why didn’t you tell me?”
So that was why she hadn’t escaped yet. It
wasn’t like it was some remote mountain
village. Even if she was stupid, she would have
memorized the surrounding roads by now. It
turned out she didn’t want to escape. She was
still dreaming of becoming a billionaire’s wife.
