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In a conspiracy, she was taken back from the countryside to marry him instead of her sister. The so-called weak husband in rumors she married turned out to be a business tycoon with one hand covering the sky.

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She knocked down the man's hand clenched on her jaw and uttered sternly, "How dare you! I'm the bride who's to be married into the Augustine's Family!"
The man raised his eyebrows. It was interesting. His... bride?

In the winter of 2015, Olive Hart sat on a train from an suburbs and was headed for Lanchester.

When she was very young, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she's being brought back to Lanchester. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hart's family and the Augustine's family.

A daughter from the Hart's family is to marry into the Augustine's family. But, with the rumours of the groom being terminally uncomfortable in body, neither of Hart's two sisters consented to the marriage.

Olive was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of blood.

Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In split seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in.

"Boss, there's no one here. Let's just send him to hell." One of them roared. The scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward Olive.

Olive instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man's eyes passed a message of strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands, Olive immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, "Don't hurt me please. I saw nothing."

Their leader stepped forward and stared at Olive's small face. Her eyes were incomparably bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed.

The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior. "Little beauty, we don't have to hurt you, you just have to please my brothers."

Olive's slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, "I don't want to die, please. As long as you don't hurt me, I'll definitely serve you all satisfactorily.

Olive's soft and gentle pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader's body. He pounced on Olive and tried submerging her slender body under his.

"Boss, you go first. We'll send this man to hell first. Then we'll all have a good time with her." One of the men suggested.

Already manipulated by the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on the floor and had reached out to pull the buttons of Olive's clothes.

But in splits seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head to meet Olive's bright eyes. The panics and weakness which were visible in her eyes had now disappeared. A cold look was now evident.

"You.." The man made to speak, but Olive immediately kicked him on the loins.

"Fu-" The man man muttered and came crashing to the ground.

"Boss!" The men had chorused in shock. The men were startled and wanted going to assist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he snatched the weapon from one of the men in black. The men then fell to the ground one by one almost in a split second.

Olive sat up. She knew this man was only playing unconscious. Her eyes met with his. He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two small abyss in the bottom of them. Anyone who looked at them was bound to be sucked in.

"Master, we're late." The rescuers arrived and began to clean up in an orderly fashion. One of the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards olive with steady steps. His bony fingers clenched her small jaw.

With squinted eyes, he look at her playfully. His voice was low and magnetic, "What do you think I'll do with you?"

Olive was forced to look up at him. The man was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and cold as the night.

Although he had wiped his hands, she could still smell blood. She knew she had witnessed everything. And it would be difficult to get away.

She knocked down the man's hand and uttered sternly, "I'm the bride who's about to marry into the Red Villa."

The man raised his eyebrows. It was quite interesting. She's... his bride?

"Aren't you from Lanchester? You should know that the daughter of the Hart's family is the one to marry into the Red Villa."

"Yes, I'm fully aware of that. And I am the bride. If something sinister happens to me, don't you think that'll be big trouble for you? Just let me go, I saw saw nothing, and would say nothing!"

At this point, Olive really owed her stepmother, Monica, a vote of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has sent the money which she used in taking the train to Lanchester. However, it wasn't due to the fact that she loved Olive, but because the marriage was important to Monica.

The marriage between the Hart's family and The Augustine's family (The Red Villa.) Was the biggest gossip in the whole of Lanchester.

Olive's words seem to have caught the man's attention. He stared at her with interest. Today, he was set up by a business opponent who wanted him dead. It was indeed an accident meeting this girl.

Looking intensively at her, he estimated her is very young. Although her face was pale and her clothes, messy. Her eyes were clear and intelligent, and they Shone brightly.

The man moved back and took his men away. Olive's fingertips slowly loosened. The man turned his head and spoke slowly in lips she could understand "I'll see you soon."

Cambridge hotel and suites. The Hart's family's wedding was held today.

In the bridal lounge, Gabriella Hart stared at her half-sister, Olive and said, "Olive, your mother died when you were very young. You later pushed our grandfather down the stairs with your own hands. Hence, you were sent away by dad. Now that you're back, I'm certain you know the reason. So you need to comply. Otherwise, you'll be sent back to the suburbs where you came from." She paused to take a breathe and added, " To the Hart's family, you're nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. So, you better behave like one."

Olive twisted her lips and replied coldly, "Of course, I do understand. I have no time for this now. You can stop barking."

Gabriella was too furious to talk back and stared at Olive's bright eyes. Her eyes were indeed stunning. You could tell she's a beauty simply from that pair of eyes. Gabriella went extremely jealous. She felt as though she should dig out her pair of eyes. 'She should be nothing !'

"Olive, the time has come, we should move!" Patrick's deep voice sounded as he walked in with Monica and a group of guests.
Chapter 2 The Newlywed Husband
Monica was a popular actress in the entertainment industry when she was young. Even after having two daughters, she still took care of her body. Just like a beautiful charming young woman.

Her skills were extremely high. Not only did she successfully dethrone the real wife. She also moved herself to the position of Matriarch in the Hart's family.

Monica had indeed made the wedding glamorous. Even Olive's wedding dress had been customized from a famous brand at a very huge cost. Everyone did praise her for a job well done.

Olive pretended as though she was devoid of knowledge. She looked through the door expectantly, "Why isn't the groom here?"

Immediately she was done speaking, Monica's expression changed greatly. Everyone stared at one another in awe.

"Isn't she aware that she's about marrying that man?" questioning look showed on faces of the guests.

Patrick stepped forward, his eyes a little guilty and dodgy, "Olive, the groom isn't feeling too well. So he can't come. But you'll meet him once we're done done here."

An obedient smile arched on her lips, " Okay dad. I should be heading to meet him."

Olive was led by Patrick into a luxury G-wagon which parked in the hotel's garage. She waved at him and he nodded in response, as the car sped off.

They guests were sympathetic that she wasn't aware of her husband's condition. They all looked at Monica and began to whisper sarcastic words.

Although Monica was quite stunning, she was a stepmother who made another woman's child marry a man has problem in healthy.

Monica cheeks fluttered in embarrassment. The wedding was originally under her control, but Olive had to ask such question in a bid to stymy her plans.

Monica let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in the future.

Olive arrived at the Red Villa and was ushered into her room. The lights were not turned on, thus it was pitch dark and the atmosphere was a bit cold.

Olive's dark eyes shone in a gleam of vigilaence. She walked over to the bed and saw a man lying on the big, soft bed.

This must be her new husband!

Olive reached out to give him a pulse, she stretched out her index finger towards him, but in the next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers. She felt as though the world was spinning, and before saying jack, he was already on top of her.

Olive was galvanized. She was informed that her husband was a man in not healthy status. But the fingers that had just grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of a healthy man.

"Who is he?"

Olive quickly bent her knees and pressed against his crotch. But the man was even faster. He easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to be unable to move.

He was quick, accurate and ruthless.

"Who are you? Let me go!" Olive struggled hard as their bodies rubbed through the thin fabric.

"The bride is so enthusiastic, do you want to have some pleasure time?" A deep magnetic voice sounded.

"..."

Olive suddenly pondered on the possibility of the man in the room being her husband. The man's slender fingers had already landed on the zip of her dress, and was slowly unzipping it.

Olive quickly grabbed his hands, "What are you doing?"

"Just moamn. Can you do that?"

Moam?

At this moment, Olive heard a sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a maid who was beckoning on the Old madam Samantha. "Madam, this isn't good. We had better go back..."

"Shh."The lady hushed angrily, "I'll listen with my ears, not with my eyes!"

Olive wanted to see what was going on, but Elvis pressed her shoulder with one hand and pushed her back, "Hurry up and moam."

Olive guessed that he needed to put up a show for the lady and needed her cooperation.

"I can't do that."

Elvis stared at the girl beneath him. She's showing a frown, and her eyes reserved and shy.

Elvis two big hands came to her dress and pulled it off.

Olive felt her skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim shoulders.

"Can you moam now?" Elvis asked again, but in a more calmer tone.

Elvis propped his hands on her side, trapping her in his arms and initiating some extreme intimate movements. In such dark room, the big bed was rattled by him.

"Continue to yell, or I'll be serious." He threatened in a low voice. Olive shivered. She didn't doubt his words one bit. So she closed her eyes and moamed as he ordered.

Outside the room, old Mrs Samantha clasped her hands together and muttered, "Great, my grandson is neither gay nor incompetent. He did that! Great! I'm going to have a great-grandson!"

Mrs Samantha stepped happily and quickly left.

Olive hastily reached out and pushed the man off her body. This time, Elvis was also cooperative and had let go of her.

With a bang, he turned on the wall lamp.

Olive sat up. She zipped her dress, covering her shiny shoulders and her delicate milk muscles.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man. He had already gotten out of bed, his handsome face was revealed. The muscles on his face were carved perfectly.

But Olive had no time to admire the man's beauty. Her eyes had widened in shock, "It's you!"

He was the man on the train!

He was her new husband!

Olive knew she was going to marry a man that are not in health status, and had prepared for it. But she never thought that it would be him.

She reminisced on how she yelled at him on the train. Plausibly saying that she was the bride who was marrying into the Red Villa. She was convinced that he must have been laughing inwardly while listening to her petty threats.

Elvis's reddish lips cracked into a smile, "You recognized me. I did say we were gonna meet soon."
Chapter 3 Squeeze Her Neck
There was some trace of playfulness in his eyes. He was informed by the butler that the Hart's family were giving up their abandoned daughter for marriage.

All he cared about was to marry in order to please his grandmother.

But he was still impressed that she happened to be the bride, especially after the incident on the train.

A knock was heard on the door, "Young master." Henry, the butler called from outside.

"Come in." Elvis lightly raised his thin lips. Henry pushed open the door and walked in.

"Young master, anything you would like me to do?"

Elvis stood beside the bed. He was wearing a simple white trousers with a black T-shirt. One could tell the fabric was expensive, which looked like a handmade version. They made him look tall and handsome, with a magnificent temperament.

Elvis lowered his eyes and skillfully flipped the silver button on his shirt with his fingers. He glanced at Olive and said, "Do you wish to eat anything?"

Olive heart tensed. The marriage was planned by the four most powerful family in Lanchester, The Augustins, The Blues, The Heavens and The Dominous.

Elvis, the young master of the Augustine's family, ruled the country with the dominant place. He was the youngest and the most handsome of business leaders. However, he stayed anonymous and no one knew what he truly looked like.

The Red Villa was situated in a remote location. At first glance, one would think that they weren't a wealthy family.

Monica's biggest wish was to marry both her daughters into the four major families in Lanchester. With the news of the son of the Augustine's family being serious in healthy status, Monica really wanted to go against the contract by not giving any of her daughter to the marriage.

But Patrick Hart was unwilling to violate the marriage contract made by the family.

Monica had then thought of Olive, so she brought her back as the bride.

To Olive's prior understanding, the man she was being married to was nothing to write home about, but at this moment, she was puzzled.

The man in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help but worship.

Olive wanted to say something, but at this moment, the man suddenly put both of his hands on the table. He narrowed his handsome eyes and groaned.

The butler's expression became that of fright, he said hastily, "Young master, I'll call the doctor now!"

Olive's bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped up in the table were already bruising, like a sign of illness.

What happened to him?

Olive's eyes met his. He turned abruptly and said to the butler, "Get her out of here!"

Olive knew that she couldn't leave at the moment. She had left the Hart's family for a purpose and needed to take hold of the identity as the bride of the Red Villa.

Olive stared at Elvis fixedly, "What's wrong? I know a little about medicines and acupuncture, I can treat you."

"Get out!" Elvis growled.

Not only did Olive not get away, she even walked closer to him, "I smell some precious medicinal herbs. If my guess is correct, these are symptom of insomnia."

The butler stared at Olive in shock, " Young mistress, you..."

Olive's eyes fell on Elvis's handsome face, "The sleep disorder will affect a person's mental state. Rest and relax are very important."

The corners of Elvis's long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He reached out and grabbed Olive's neck.

Olive's neck was very delicate. As long as he continued choking her, she was bound to be dead in no time.

"Young master please let go of her!" The butler pleaded.

The air that she could breath was getting thinner and thinner. Olive's small face reddened, but she quickly pulled out a silver needle from her hair and stabbed into Elvis's hand.

Elvis let go and sat on the sofa.

Olive gasped for breath. The man in front of her was way too dangerous. Just a sleep disorder could turn him from an elegant and noble man into a monster at any time.

At this stage, she had no choice but to surge ahead. She moved behind him. Then, she raised her slim white fingers and placed them on his temples in a bid his to massage him.

Elvis closed his handsome eyes, and covered the scarlet colour in them. "Your treatment is to massage me?"

"Be happy. You're the first man I'm giving a massage."

" It seem you ain't the first woman who has been lucky enough to give me a massage."

"I'll help you act in front of grandma, and I could also help you treat your uncomfortable. How about that?" Olive questioned as she massaged his shoulder slowly.

Elvis said nothing.

Olive took out another needle from her hair and pushed it into Elvis's neck. Elvis closed his eyes and fell into the sofa.

Olive quickly reached out and gently caught his handsome face with her hands.

He had fallen asleep.

The butler was already dripping in sweat. No one didn't know the identity of his young master. He's the young master of his family, the favored son of heaven, a teenage regarding business as a game, and using few effort, he created the myth of his family. No one had ever dared to negotiate with him, let alone a girl.

All the girls who had been fortunate enough to see Elvis over the years, were desperate to get his love.

But Olive was special. Even in front of the young master, she was calm and intelligent.

What was even more surprising was that the young master had fallen sleep.

Elvis hadn't slept for a long time!

The doctors who treated Elvis's insomnia were all world's best doctors, but none could make it.

"Young mistress..." The butler initiated.

Olive pressed her fingers on her lips and made a shush gesture, "Don't worry, you can go. I'll be with him."

For some reason, the butler felt that Olive carried a reassuring force. So he obediently withdrew.

The room was silent.

Olive allowed him rest on her for a moment. When he fell into a deep sleep, she put him on the sofa and covered him with a blanket.

When she done putting him to sleep, Olive climbed on the bed and fell asleep.

At this moment, Elvis slowly opened his eyes. He stood up and walked to the bed...

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