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Getting Married To The Infamous Heir

"Kaia, you have to get married to him, no matter what, or else, your mom won't be treated," Madison threatened as she watched Kaia struggle with her emotions. She could see the tears in her eyes and she felt pleased with herself. Kaia glanced at the windows and she could see her mom connected to various equipments just for her to breath and stay alive and she felt suffocated deep within. She had no power and she had never felt so hurt in her entire life. "Fine, I would marry him in your stead," Kaia answered after thinking thoroughly about it. This was the only way her mom could be saved. She couldn't retract her promise as this was what was best for her mom. She just had to do this. "Perfect, you just made the right decision," Madison replied with a smug smile. She just got rid of that old man and he was Kaia's burden now. She wouldn't care about him anymore. Kaia Benjamin is the second daughter of the head of the Benjamin's but she was always treated as an outcast due to the fact that her mom was a lowly maid, impregnated during a drunken night between her and Kaia's father. Kaia had to become a stand-in bride for her sister and who she was getting married to, she had no idea. She only knew she had to get married so as to save her mom from the illness which troubled her and could take her life away. To gain more information, join my discord server https://discord.com/invite/Wg3CVZ6R Or message me directly on Discord

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Chapter 67: Preston Is Leaving

Preston sighed. He knew he had hurt her but what could he do. His car really experienced a fault. It broke down on his way to the restaurant and he could not find a taxi.

"Chelsea," he called, his voice extremely low.

"Mr Preston, I won't bother you anymore," Chelsea said with a smile which was sort of blinding to the eyes.

"Thank you for your time," Chelsea continued and left the restaurant in a timely manner.

As she walked across the street, she sighed.

'My life is definitely pitiful, nobody deems it fit to love me,' Chelsea walked the street, she looked lonely and pitiful.

She didn't bother to use her car. Maybe walking home could actually clear her mind. It was tiring to hold a torch for someone for a very long time.

She walked for a while only for her to realize she had reached the restaurant once more. She had an aggrieved look on her face. What sort of luck did she have?