My wedding took place on the same day as my graduation ceremony, but that day turned into an unforgettable nightmare for me.
I had been busy all day and when I returned to my newlywed suite. Before I could even take off my wedding dress, a sudden force attacked me from behind, trapping me around the waist and pressing me firmly against the wall, rendering me unable to move.
"Who?" I exclaimed, only to have my mouth be covered immediately.
In the shadows, I saw a pair of sharp eyes. In the shadows, I caught sight of a pair of piercing eyes, belonging to a tall figure emanating a faint tobacco scent that seemed particularly oppressive in the darkness.
It wasn't my husband Carter!
"Cameron..." I managed to push his hands away and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Just came to see you," Cameron's voice was low and chilling as it lingered in my ears. He leaned down, his nose brushing against my cheek. My face turned red and my heart was beating faster.
"Finally you became the mistress of The Lynch Family, are you feeling proud, huh?" he continued.
His words left me almost breathless.
At the age of eight, I was adopted by The Lynch Family. Regarding my situation, everyone in The Lynch Family was quietly aware. They treated me as a foster daughter, and upon graduating from college, I was supposed to marry Carter, the eldest son of The Lynch Family.
However, who was standing in my bedroom, was not my husband but his younger brother, Cameron.
Cameron smirked, his one hand was playing with my long hair while the other hand was reaching over to unbutton my neckline.
"So many buttons, quite difficult to undo!" he mockingly remarked in a low voice. "What a pity, Carter can't get to enjoy the wedding night!"
"What are you doing? Cameron," My body trembled, "I've explained countless times, that incident has nothing to do with me! Why do you keep targeting me like this?"
"Nothing to do with you? Then why is it that every time you explain, you can't look into my eyes?" he sneered.
I lowered my head. I dared not look at him, those eyes were too sharp, as if they could penetrate everything.
I was truly guilty... The person who killed his sister... was... my father.
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Before the age of eight, my life was filled with poverty and turmoil. However, I never thought that one day, the word "crime" would also become a part of my life.
The Lynch Family was unrivaled in the business world, it's powerful and influential, but they had accumulated numerous enemies. The young daughter of The Lynch Family became the target for those people who were seeking revenge.
Under the manipulation of someone, my father conspired to kidnap Anne Lynch, the little princess of The Lynch Family. I vividly remember the scene at an abandoned construction site in the outskirts, where Anne was stripped naked, brutally beaten, and left wailing. My father, annoyed by her cries, heartlessly took a knife and cruelly severed her tongue...
"Laura Campbell!" Cameron's enraged roar brought me back to the present.
He lifted me and threw me onto the sofa, then he pressed down on me with his entire body. I struggled desperately, but his strong hands firmly restrained me.
"Slap!" A resounding slap echoed in my ears, and his icy voice was clear, "I really don't want to see your face!"
With that, he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over.
I heard the sound of the skirt ripping...
I never expected him to do this! Today is my wedding night with Carter, and he is shamelessly trying to defile me in our newlywed suite...
"No, Cameron... don't do this!"
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