31 CRUSH HIS HEART

I was bred for war, darling. Be it love or chaos. Everything I do is to the death.

-Poetry Language-

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"She is not my daughter!" Issabel shouted back at her, gritting her teeth.

It was true that Lise was not her daughter, she married Lise's father when she was only five years old and Trisha was seven.

Though she didn't treat her poorly, but her daughter still would be her number one priority, she didn't really care about what Lise wanted, as long as she could live in peace and her daughter was in good hands, and she could get all the things that she wanted, then everything was fine with her.

Including to let Gael McKeltar do whatever he wanted to that girl.

At first, she was furious because the young wealthy man wanted Lise instead of her daughter, but after seeing how miserable Lise's life was, Issabel was grateful that it was not her daughter instead.

Needless to say, the man must have a weird fetish…