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Too Dangerous To Mate

After eighteen years in the Tate family, Paige Tate suddenly found out that she wasn't her parents' daughter. Their biological daughter was back, and Paige was abandoned. They were about to send Paige back to her hometown, which was an allegedly poor county... However, the so-called poor county turned out to be the area where the most expensive villas in the country gathered! Overnight, she went from a fake daughter of a relatively rich family to a real daughter of a top family! Her biological parents doted on her unconditionally. They allowed her to have at least 1.6 million dollars as her pocket money, drive whichever luxury car in the garage she favored, buy whatever customized luxuries in the world she pleased, and choose any top school she preferred. If she didn't want to go to school, she could kill her time with the family business! What shocked Paige the most was that she had a fiancé... Her fiancé proposed to break off the engagement, and Paige didn't give a damn. However, she was confused by what happened afterward. He had proposed to break off the engagement, and then he clung onto her as if he was a completely different person! He became so clingy and handsy. Paige was annoyed. "Who are you, Sir?" "Baby, I am your husband." "I don't have a husband. An ex-fiancé who wants to break off our engagement is all I have." Martin Stowe, the world's richest man, feared by everyone in the world, was speechless. He wanted to punch himself as he was so silly that he called off the marriage without even meeting Paige...

Zoe Butler · Urban
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282 Chs

Chapter 139

I unsheathe the knife from my boot, making a show of releasing her bound hands. Immediately, she rubs at her swollen wrists as she sobs. Before she can turn to him, my hand seizes her arm tightly in my grasp as I stare Beckett down. "Do you remember when you slit my father's throat in front of me?" I don't wait for his reply as he sneers and makes to step forward, the knife in my hand quickly coming to rest at his wife's throat. "I'm afraid killing your own packmate is also quite the offense and this is time a for retribution, Beckett."

Without giving him the chance to reply, I slide the knife across his wife's throat and watch her and listen to her gurgle for life as I push her down in front of his feet. He watches, wide-eyed as she chokes on her own blood in front of him. They're not true mates, I am not sure there had ever been a person designed for such a horrible man, or else I would have had the pleasure of watching him crumble in front of me as well.