Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife

Chapter 1

In a dark room, Charlotte was lying alone on a big soft bed, barely covered under the quilt.

Tonight was her wedding night with the Moore family’s Second Young Master.

However, there were no weddings nor banquets; there was only the rear view of a middle-aged man in

a wheelchair and his unkind words—wash her clean and send her to my bed. I want to inspect her.

Inspect her…

To him, she was just a commodity for their mutually beneficial exchange.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Charlotte’s entire body tensed up as she grabbed the quilt tightly.

Rumor had it that the Second Young Master of the Moore family was a hideous man with a violent

temper. It was said that after he turned impotent due to his disability, he had been moodier than ever.

There were even rumors that he had jinxed his five ex-wives to death. Thus, no one in the city, even

those who were eyeing the wealth of the Moore family, dared to marry off their daughters to him.

However, the Wilson family was an exception.

The Wilson family was in a dire financial state because their company’s source of capital had been cut

off, and they were on the verge of bankruptcy. Her father’s decision to take up a loan from high-interest

loan sharks had plunged the group and the Wilson family into greater crisis.

Debt collectors showed up one after another and viciously threatened to kill them.

It was at that time, their savior—the Moore family—appeared. Her parents were reluctant to sacrifice

her innocent younger sister, so in turn, they sent her, who was a divorcee, to them.

Guilt-tripped by her father’s pleas, Charlotte came here in her sister’s stead to marry the terrible

Second Young Master of the Moore family.

As the sounds of the wheelchair moving across the floor got louder, Charlotte held her breath

nervously.

Through the darkness, she could see a figure coming closer and closer to her…

The quilt was suddenly lifted, and then a giant hand started stroking her body. His hands were just like

him—rough and cold.

“Ah!” Charlotte couldn’t help but scream.

Soon after that, she heard a sneer, followed by a man asking in a low voice, “Are you afraid?”

Meanwhile, the hands didn’t stop caressing her.

The slender fingers descended all the way from her cheeks, across her thin neck and her delicate

collarbone, before heading to the direction of her infinitely alluring bosoms.

Charlotte grabbed the quilt tightly, trying her best not to escape.

He didn’t pause there; instead, he ran his fingers along her lower abdomen without stopping, and as his

hands went lower and lower…

“Stop! Stop!” When he was about to touch her sensitive parts, Charlotte finally couldn't bear it anymore

and grabbed his big hand.

It was said that sexually dysfunctioned men were usually psychologically twisted and had special kinks,

such as… sexual abuse!

Thinking of this, Charlotte's body shuddered even more intensely as she stammered, “Y-Young Master

Moore, can you please stop? I—”

“No.”

Her body instantly stiffened, and he could obviously feel her trembling since she was grabbing onto his

hand.

“Hehe, how innocent. You are truly a great actress, huh? Stop trying to pretend that you’re still a virgin.”

His cold voice was filled with mockery.

Lying on the bed, Charlotte’s pupils constricted after hearing his words. Could it be that he...

The next second, the lights were switched on before her eyes closed involuntarily.

The man withdrew his hand as he glared at her with his sharp eyes. Through his thin lips, he said,

“Should I call you Christina or Charlotte, my dear?”

His icy tone made Charlotte tremble on the bed. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with a

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