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After safely getting into the car, I carefully examined the bouquet in my hands, only relaxing once I confirmed there were no issues.
In my previous life, the golden bouquet Oliver sent was indeed extravagant. However, it nearly left me without even a burial place.
Oliver from the Hunter family never wanted to marry. He had mixed perfume into that bouquet–a fragrance designed to provoke passionate reactions. He also arranged for me to be delivered to a private box, attempting to ruin my reputation and thereby legitimately break off our engagement.
Now that I’ve been given a second chance at life, we’ll see if Jocelyn can successfully avoid this trap.
Just as I stepped out of the wedding car, I felt a sudden grip around my waist.
A man lifted me up and quickly carried me into the bridal chamber.
Laughter and teasing erupted from outside: “Impressive! Let us see what this woman looks like!”
Through the thin veil, I could only vaguely make out the man in front of me wearing a white suit.
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A lewd smile spread across his face as he reached out to lift my
veil.
I moved swiftly, quickly grabbing his hand while lifting my veil faster than he could.
“You’re not Hector.”
My voice was firm as my sharp gaze swept across the men and women present.
Everyone’s expression suddenly changed.
The man before me was actually attempting to assault me in front of everyone, completely disregarding the surroundings.
I forcefully smashed the bouquet into his face, then pulled out the dagger I had prepared, unhesitatingly slashing across hist face.
Blood splattered as the man screamed.
“What an entertaining show.”
After a round of applause, a man in a white suit with a woman in his arms emerged from behind the door.
He sat on the sofa across from me, slightly raising his eyebrow with a playful smile at the corner of his lips:
“Quite ruthless, aren’t you?”
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I calmly raised my eyes to meet his gaze.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
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Looking at how he deliberately loosened his shirt to expose his abs, paired with his rebellious demeanor.
This man was Hector, my husband in this life.
In my previous life, I had seen him a few times at Hunter family gatherings. He always presented himself as a playboy, indulging in women outside.
But I never expected this wedding to be so absurd.
Hector waved his hand, and everyone in the room immediately left.
“Hector, you’re not really going to marry this woman, are you?”
I looked up at the sound, my gaze falling on the petite woman nestled in his arms.
Hector didn’t respond but instead pinched her waist, making her cry out coquettishly, “Stop it!”
The two continued their intimate interaction, completely disregarding their surroundings.
I let out a contemptuous laugh, looking directly at Hector as I revealed my true intentions.
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“Hector, how about we make a deal?”
“You? What could you offer?”
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Hector lazily raised his eyes, seemingly uninterested in what I had to say.
I wasn’t bothered by this. In the eyes of aristocrats like them, people of lower status like us were merely tools for reproduction.
Whether I married Oliver or Hector, I didn’t want to live under someone else’s control anymore.
Ignoring his contempt, I extended my hand, pointing from his head downward until I reached the middle of his pants.
“I’m offering a deal involving this part of you.”
Those around wanted to laugh but dared not make a sound.
Hector finally dropped his arrogant, unruly demeanor. His face darkened as he ordered everyone out.
As soon as the door closed, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
Moving close to me, he roughly grabbed my chin:
“Yvonne, you should assess your own abilities and status before speaking.”
My sister and I swapped husbands,
