The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

He had become the prime suspect.

After cooperating with the investigation for over three months, and with no substantial evidence against him, the case was hastily closed.

The day after the case was closed, he returned home to find it spotless, with a home-cooked meal waiting.

His parents had been giving him the cold shoulder lately.

But upon his return, they beamed and cheerfully said, "Your girlfriend came by. She's quite the help around here, and even though she's a bit young, she's heaps better than those random girls you pick up at bars! Listen, son, it's time to settle down..."

Before his mother could finish her lecture, he saw Yvette, carrying a freshly cooked dish from the kitchen, smiling at him, "You're back? We can set the table now."d2

He was terrified, but his parents were overjoyed, enjoying Yvette's cooking.

He couldn't make a scene in front of his parents.

Yvette didn't leave that evening.

He had intended to lose his temper, but as he put it, "he's a young man who hasn't been with a woman for three months". She, on the other hand, was quite forward, and somehow they ended up in bed.

Afterward, he turned cold, saying, "We've broken up. This isn't right. Don't come around anymore."

But Yvette's demeanor suddenly changed.

Too much time had passed. The details of their conversation that night were hazy to him.

But he vividly remembered Yvette's words, "I know it wasn't your fault; those women seduced you..."

His face was caressed by a pair of icy hands, and Yvette continued, "Don't worry, it's never your fault. You'll always come back to me as long as they're dead."

He snapped to his senses, and pushed Yvette away, "Did you... did you kill that the barmaid?"

The room was dark that night. But moonlight spilled in, and as Yvette sat up, her innocent face emotionless, she looked like a ghostly heroine in his eyes. "She was a disgrace, always half-naked, fooling around with all sorts of men, too filthy. She needed to be washed clean."

Remembering that the the barmaid had been drowned, he shouted in horror.

Yvette quickly pounced, covering his mouth, "Don't scream! You'll wake your mom and dad!"

Then she rubbed her cheek against his, “As long as you're good and love me, I won't hurt you. I love you."

Jacob was a natural storyteller. And he told the tale with such vivid detail, especially with just one lamp lit in the living room, that the atmosphere turned eerie. Yet Rosalynn seemed unimpressed.

Jacob felt deflated, "You're really no fun, you know. Didn't Wayne say you were terrified of horror movies? That you'd always hide in his arms while watching them?" "You guys sure talk about everything, huh?" Rosalynn was unamused.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"We just happened to mention my ex-girlfriend who was too scared to watch anything even slightly gory. Suddenly, he said, 'Secretary Tesdal is the same, she hides in my arms during horror flicks'." Jacob even imitated Wayne's mannerisms as he spoke.

Rosalynn was a little speechless.

"I was acting," Rosalynn said, steering the conversation back, "So what happened next?"

"Eventually, she went from controlling him to dominating his entire family. After witnessing his mother's health worsen with each medication and his father's sudden fracture, the family's fear of Yvette peaked. They packed their bags and fled while she was out. That escape lasted decades, and they never returned to H City!"

"After they ran away, did his mother's health improve?"