Abusive Wife
Abusive Wife Chapter 52

Abusive Wife Chapter 52

Chapter 52

The golden dagger flew past Bruno, almost nicking his ear in the process. When he realized what hadhappened, he was so terrified he almost wet

himself!

The dagger had a folded strip of paper attached to it. Bruno waited for a

moment to be sure that no more weapons would come flying at him before he slowly detached the stripof paper and unfolded it.

Written in a small, elegant script was a

message.

“Daddy dearest, why do you and Mom insist on mistreating my son? He’s your grandchild after all, andhe’s just a little boy still. How can you treat him like that? I can’t understand it at all, so I have no choicebut to return and sort this matter out with the two of you.”

When Bruno read this, his brow knitted tightly together. This had to be a malicious prank. However,when he saw that the signature was Madeline’s, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat!

Madeline? How could this be? She had been dead for ages; how could she possibly come back fromthe grave after so many years?

The thought of it made Bruno’s scalp prickled, and he felt an icy hand clutch at his heart.

“Kingsley! Kingsley!”

“I’m here, Mr. Bruno sir, what’s the matter?” Kingsley, the Grant family’s butler, came hurrying over. Henoticed that his master’s face was as white as a sheet as if something had frightened him badly andhastily moved to support

him.

“It’s Madeline! She’s come back!”

“Sir, do you mean Ms. Madeline? She died five years ago, though, didn’t she?” Kingsley was puzzledand assumed that Bruno had become confused in a moment of senility. Patiently, he corrected hismaster, attempting to help him upstairs so he could lie down and

rest.

At this moment, something shattered the wall of the villa. Glass and tiles went flying everywhere.

Bruno scarcely had time to take in what was happening before the grappling hook that had been hurledthrough the wall tightened. In an instant, the entire wall was ripped out of the Grant

residence.

Bruno could only stare in stunned disbelief.

The house was being demolished!

He and Kingsley had originally been standing in the living room, but now that one wall of the house wasgone, they were both visible from the outside.

Bruno involuntarily took a step forward to try and discover the perpetrator of this outrage, but his pathwas immediately blocked by a fiery arrow.

The flames licked hungrily at the parquet flooring, which immediately blazed up.

Bruno was so terrified his legs turned to jelly. “Run for it, Kingsley! Someone’s trying to kill me!” Hegrabbed Kingsley’s wrist and fled for the back door.

They had barely scrambled out when the entire villa collapsed with a thunderous crash, and fireswallowed everything up.

Bruno stared wide-eyed at the raging inferno, and his legs gave way. He collapsed limply to sit on theground. Despair engulfed him in a massive wave. He had lost everything! His home was gone, just likethat, destroyed by the fire!

Who was responsible for this outrage? Who on earth was so eager to drive him into his grave? Could itbe that Madeline had actually returned? She was dead, though!

Bruno’s mind was spinning. Gradually, however, despair and hopelessness overcame his terror.

At that very moment, Madeline was

alive and well, sitting atop the roof of her car with a crossbow in her hands.

Gazing with satisfaction at the blazing inferno, she hopped down and got into the car.

“Mission ‘accomplished! Let’s go and celebrate.” The simple act of taking revenge had made her feelmuch better, even though she had let Bruno off this time. The darkness in her heart had lightenedconsiderably as well.

“Yes, Ms. Madeline! As you wish!”

Angie was in the Enchanteur Bar, sitting quietly in a corner of the VIP

cardholders’ lounge. Dressed in a pastel pink evening gown, she looked thoroughly out of place in thegaudy, glitzy surroundings, like a pristine angel

who had been soiled by the cares of the world.

She had heard that Noah would be here today, so she had taken particular care in dressing up. Shewas now seated in a spot that he was sure to pass on his way to the private rooms, hoping that shemight replace an opportunity to waylay him.

Her father was the one to blame for all this. If Bruno had not behaved like a pig- headed fool andkidnapped Colton, she would not have needed to take such a risk and put her scheme into action muchearlier than expected.

A grandfather who kidnapped his own grandchild would certainly not be invited to the birthday party ofa said grandchild!

Bruno’s ill-judged stupidity had resulted

in the entire Grant family being blacklisted from Colton’s birthday celebrations.

This meant she had lost any chances she might have had to get closer to Noah! She had no choice butto replace another way around the situation. As long as she became pregnant with Noah’s child, anyhardship and humiliation she suffered now would not signify any longer in the future!

The information she had received stated that Noah would arrive at 8 o’clock. There were still tenminutes to go, but he was nowhere in sight. Quite a number of inebriated individuals approached her tostrike up a

conversation, however, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Bars, karaoke lounges, and this sort of entertainment were things she had

indulged in previously until she grew tired of them. She knew better than anyone why these men weretrying to approach her. They were all unattractive and as ugly as toads, yet they still wanted to attach

themselves to

someone beautiful! How utterly disgusting!

That was why Angie had settled herself in the corner of the lounge before Noah’s arrival, trying her bestto keep a low profile and not draw attention to her presence.

Unfortunately, too much dirt had been dug up on her recently. Even though she was wearing a blackmask and a hat to hide her face, someone still recognized her eventually. “Ooh look, isn’t that Imperia’svery own charitable princess over there? Who would have thought even princesses come out to drinkat bars as well? Doesn’t that make her the

same as us ordinary folks here?”

The speaker was an oleaginous, chubby man with a large head, large ears, and an equally large rotundstomach. He practically oozed sleaze from every

pore.

Angie kept her head down and refused to look at him. Noah would be arriving soon; she did not wish tostir up unwanted trouble.

The man’s loud, the delighted comment had caught the attention of a significant number of people, whoflocked over to see what was going on. When they discovered Angie sitting there, the gossip mongersimmediately began wagging tongues.

“Hey, our charitable princess is unusually shy today. Why would you need to wear sunglasses in herewhen

the lights are already so dim?”

“What charitable princess? Don’t you mean charitable black widow? She’s probably done one too manyunsavory things and is afraid of retribution. That’s why she’s wearing shades, so people don’t give hershade!”

“Don’t talk nonsense. What do you mean, charitable black widow? She’s an abandoned fiancee now,don’t you know? Young Mr. Quincy’s already declared that there’s never been any sort of marriageagreement or engagement between them; it’s all just rumors!”

“That’s right! I saw the Quincy family’s public announcement too! Well, I’ll have to say she brought thisupon herself. She’s just too shameless for words!”

A crowd of people surrounded Angie, a

heated discussion taking place.

Angie felt like a slab of meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of anyone who wanted to take a pieceout of her. Her indignation knew no bounds; who were these people to judge her anyway?

Furthermore, the chubby man from earlier had even dared to pull off her hat. Since when had she everbeen subjected to such humiliation?

She was furious!

“Shut up, every single one of you! If not, I’ll sue you for libel!”

“Ooh, that makes me mighty scared. Whatever shall I do now? Our meek little princess has suddenlyturned into a murderous black widow!” A man

standing in front of Angie adopted a

deliberately exaggerated, effeminate

tone of voice, shrinking back dramatically as if he were scared to death.

“You…” Angie wanted nothing more than to harangue these people, but she had come here alone, andthey outnumbered her by far. If she stirred up any trouble, she would be at a distinct disadvantage. Asa result, she decided it would be best for her to swallow her anger and leave the bar.

However, these troublemakers did not appear to be willing to let her go just like that and used theirhands to block her path.

Angie was about to shove aside the people in front of her when she suddenly became aware that oneof them was missing a hand. In astonishment, she swung around sharply to get a better look at the

individual in question. Only then did she realize who the chubby troublemaker

was.

It was none other than Asher!

Truly, it was a small world after all!

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