Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 76

Haven’t I said everything that needed to be said?

I didn’t dare to look up.

“When did you find out you were pregnant?”

I answered every question. “Last week.”

“Was it when you said you were tired because of psychological reasons?”

“Yes.”

“So…” Lucas grabbed my chin, “You knew you were pregnant and lied to me.”

The grip was a bit tight.

I suppressed the instinct to retreat and answered, “I’m sorry.”

He sneered, “You didn’t say anything at the spa, but you wait until I propose to tell me. Isabella, you’re quite something.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t stop just now?”

Nothing, of course.

How could I refuse him?

I hugged my knees, curling into a ball, my mind blank, repeating mechanically, “I’m sorry.”

He forcefully grabbed my hand. “Isabella!”

Hearing his command, I looked up.

His mouth twisted into an unpleasant smile.

“Are you really that afraid of me?”

I was sold to Lucas.

Between stocks and human bodies, which will fall first?

This question, I got the answer to five years ago.

When I received the police notice, I was in the cafeteria, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

The sudden death notice seemed like a joke to me.

Until the other party accurately reported my father’s information.

The neighborhood was cordoned off, my mother was stimulated, and her heart disease led to failed rescue.

In one night, I lost everything.

The law states that if you don’t inherit the inheritance, debts are cleared when you die.

But my father’s debts were not limited to loans from formal channels.

At my parents’ funeral, a group of people in black suits barged in.

The leader grabbed my chin. “You’re David green daughter, right? Not bad-looking.”

Normal people would be scared in such a situation.

But by then, my family had gone through drastic changes, and nothing could make me panic.

I just quietly asked, “Can I finish the funeral first? I will be obedient.”

They were loan sharks, and the business had its dark side.

My parents left me nothing, except this face in the mirror, which inherited all their good traits, and became the possibility for me to survive.

Meeting Lucas was a very accidental event.

I didn’t go to accompany Lucas; I went to accompany his partner.

In a dimly lit private room, I passed by his side, holding a short black dress that reached my thighs, and accidentally slipped.

I swear, I really didn’t mean to; the ground was just too slippery.

Anyway, I fell into his arms.

In the novels I’ve read, wealthy people have a lot of health problems, with stomach problems being the most common.

In the darkness, his finger gently traced my lips.

“Starting to care about me?”

I was momentarily confused and shook my head. “No, no.”

He sneered, “Be good, and you won’t lack anything.”

What he meant was, don’t think about what you shouldn’t, and don’t care about what you shouldn’t.

I understood.

Lucas appeared at a very crucial moment in my life.

During the first year with him, I was cautious, afraid of making him unhappy.

Apart from enjoying tormenting me, he was usually not bad-tempered.

Gradually, I became bolder.

On my twenty-second birthday, when he gave me a gift, the lights in the room went out, and only the candles on the cake burned brightly.

I saw his face in the firelight.

He asked me, “What’s your birthday wish?”

“Will you make it come true for me?”

He replied, “I will.”

“I want…”

I want to be with him forever.

“I won’t say it out loud; once I say it, it won’t come true.”