Secret Boyfriend Stole IdentityChapter 1
Vincent's mother paid me to take care of him for five years.
On the surface, I was his personal maid, but behind the scenes, I was his secret girlfriend, granting his every wish.
Just when I thought he was going to marry me, I accidentally overheard his conversation with his friends.
"It's been five years. The Carter Family has given up looking for their daughter and your childhood lover has firmly taken the position of their heiress! Shouldn't you marry her as compensation?"
"Who would marry a bedwarming tool? Once I'm tired of her, I'll naturally get rid of her!"
"After five years, you must be tired of her! How about I help you get rid of her..."
"Shut up! How dare you even think about touching what's mine?"
It turned out that his so-called love for me was stealing my biological parents for his true lover and reducing me to a bed warmer who could never see the light of day.
I returned home in despair and laid out the agreement to confront Vincent’s mother, Mrs. Cross. "The agreement has long since expired and it's time for me to leave."
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I insisted on leaving and Mrs. Cross, with reddened eyes, arranged everything for me. "Diana, I thought you'd marry Vincent sooner or later. Are you really determined to go?"
Vincent pushed the door open. Seeing the scene before him, he frowned and asked me, "You're leaving? Where are you going?"
Mrs. Cross opened her mouth, seemingly about to reveal everything, but I held her hand tightly and replied calmly, "I want to go on a trip to clear my mind. Mrs. Cross is just worried about my safety."
Vincent immediately expressed his displeasure. "After all these years, you're still holding onto the idea of finding your parents? If they truly cared about finding you, your family would have been reunited long ago..."
Perhaps it was my unwavering gaze that made Vincent feel a moment of guilt. He raised his hand to touch his nose and after sending Mrs. Cross away, he pulled me into the bedroom.
As soon as we entered, he forcefully pinned me against the door and kissed me.
"Diana, is it because I haven't treated you well, or because my mom hasn't treated you well that why you're so desperate to find your biological parents?"
He was as domineering as ever, ignoring my resistance and bit my lip harshly as punishment.
The taste of blood spread in my mouth and his scent, which wasn't mine, lingered around me.