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Caged by the Billionaire

“Squeal———” The screeching of emergency brakes tore through the entire night sky. Her body, like a broken bag, was flung onto the windshield, and then, rolled down to the ground viciously. That light purple evening gown was soon soaked red with the blood gushing down her legs. In the pool of blood, she lay silently on the ground, with only the images of his entanglement with that woman at the wedding lingering in her mind… Four years of entanglement, a single contract. He was President Leng, the finance mogul who could summon the wind and call the rain, icily imposing, his authority unchallenged. On a rainy night after breaking up with his beloved girlfriend, he found her, a helpless and orphaned girl, at the head of the bridge. He didn't love her, yet he made her his woman, a woman to bear his children. He had always just been used to her presence, until that night, when he saw her lying in a pool of blood with his child… She was the mute orphan who had relied solely on Ah Mo since childhood, born into hardship, calm and resilient. At the age of eighteen, to escape a fate of being sold by her uncle, she fled the small fishing village and met the cold and lofty him in the strange city. He paid for Ah Mo’s medical expenses, for her university education, they were entwined night and day, but all for the sake of a heir. That night, a car accident, a miscarriage, a broken heart, all she could do was leave in sorrow… [Note] The story is slightly tragic throughout but has a fulfilling conclusion. Finished work by Anxiang http://read.xxsy.net/info/162141.html Zuifei Crime http://read.xxsy.net/info/212178.html “Torture the Concubine”

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Chapter 146

Is this her? Whose unease is reflected in those eyes?

She put down the hairdryer, slipped off the towel around her body, donned her pajamas, and lay flat on the soft bed. Her eyes naturally drifted toward the wall at the head of the bed. It was empty; there was no painting of a young girl.

A painting of a young girl?

There was never any wall art in her room, so why did the image of a young girl's painting flash through her mind, and why did it seem like such a natural occurrence? As if she had once lived in a room adorned with such a painting.

God, the hallucinations in her mind had been occurring with increasing frequency lately. Moreover, whenever she tried to delve deeper into those visions, her head would hurt, hurt so much she could no longer think.

So this time, she simply closed her eyes quietly, not daring to ponder why there might be a painting of a young girl. She told herself to just sleep peacefully, to meet Huai'an tomorrow; he probably wouldn't come tonight anyway.