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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 43

So, she would not entertain wild dreams. Because it had always been just her and her mother, along with her hard-fated grandma.

With that thought, two lines of tears rolled down from beneath her lashes, crossed her porcelain-white cheeks, and dripped into her trembling, delicate, and rosy mouth. Perhaps it was an emotional breakdown; the deep scarlet she had deliberately suppressed in her heart suddenly resurfaced.

That scarlet was her mother's blood, the shocking blood that stained the entire floor that day, winding endlessly, turning the entire floor red. Her mother lay in a pool of blood, wrists slit, eyes wide open with tears at the corners, refusing to close in death.

"Ah!" At eight years old, she sat paralyzed on the ground, letting out such a scream before she never spoke again. The redness of the blood and those eyes full of grief haunted her dreams incessantly, becoming her mother's curse on her.

Because the blood of her father ran through her veins.