The Billionaire's Genius Wife

'God, do you hate me that much for giving me such a complicated life plot?' Scarlett couldn't help but scold God in her heart.

Countless questions now filled and insulted her mind,

How could her parents exchange her for company debt?

How much debt do they owe for this heinous act?

It was hard for Scarlett to believe that her father could do this to her. She felt her heart shatter, and it felt painful. The man Scarlett had respected and loved all her life betrayed her. She didn't know if, in the future, she would still be able to call him 'Father.'

"Bwahaha… Ms. Piers, but I still doubt this girl will accept me. I am a widower with five children." Frans' laughter returned to insult Scarlett's ear.

Scarlett was lost for words.

How could her parents decide her future to marry her to a widower with five children?

It had never crossed Scarlett's mind that something like this had happened to her. This kind of thing usually only happens in dramas or movies. But now, she experienced it herself.

"Mr. Frans, you are still young. You are 60 years old, but you still look like you're in your late thirties." she smiled. "Well, don't worry, our lovely Scarlett will definitely agree…."

Scarlett couldn't stand hearing the disgusting plots of these two shameless people anymore. She tried to captivate her mind with all her might so that the antidote's effect could bring her body back to normal. She must escape from this.

While she was still trying to control her leg muscles which were still difficult to move, she heard another person entering the room.

Two big men in black clothes grabbed Scarlett and dragged her out of the VIP room.

Still pretending to be unconscious, Scarlette tightly closed her eyes, but her ears were alert. Try to hear their conversation.

"Poor little girl..." Said one of the men on her right.

"This girl's parents are greedy, selling their daughter to that old pervert!?" Said another man.

"Which floor are we going to?" the man asked as they entered the elevator.

For some reason, that night, the hotel was so quiet. There were no other visitors who crossed paths with them in the elevator.

Scarlett couldn't ask for help. She couldn't say a word, even with these two men carrying her. Her jaw muscles were still weak.

"20th floor, quick… the pervert said we need to put her in room #2011. He'll follow after he's done talking to Ms. Piers…."

"Little girl, please forgive us. We have no choice. We're just carrying out orders." They put the girl on a soft bed and quickly left the room.

After the two men left the room, Scarlet opened her eyes. She was shocked at how luxurious the room was.

That pervert is indeed a rich man. He's willing to spend tons of money on this presidential suite.

Scarlett got out of bed and dragged her weak feet to the minibar — she needed another antidote pill.

She must get out of this room before that shameless pervert comes.

Scarlett found a water bottle. She took five pills from her backpack and drank them all at once. After a few seconds, she felt a little better. She could move her legs, but they weren't back to normal strength. At least that will be enough to get her out of this room.

She limped toward the door, trying to hear any movement from outside. She was afraid the two bodyguards were still standing guard at the door.

But fortunately, after standing there for a while, she didn't hear any sound. Wasting no time, she walked out of the room.

The hotel's empty corridors allowed Scarlett to walk unhindered to the elevators. However, when she got to the front of the elevator, her heart felt like it was going to stop. She saw the elevator go up and seem to stop at its floor.

'Damn you, old pervert! Why did you come so fast!'

She cursed the man while limping towards the emergency exit. The moment the emergency exit closed behind her, she could heard a 'ding' sound.

"Thank you, God!! That was too close…" she muttered under her breath while erasing the traces of sweat off her forehead.

Scarlett slowly walked downstairs. However, only a few steps passed, and she stopped. There were several pairs of footsteps walking toward her. Instantly she felt wary as she realized those people might be the man who brought her into the room.

'Gosh! Who are they? Are they also guarding the emergency exit?'

She changed her plans; decided to go up to the rooftop. Luckily, in the last minutes, her body could be controlled. With light steps, she quickly climbed the stairs.

After a few seconds of climbing the stairs, Scarlett finally reached the top floor—she was relieved that the door was unlocked. Immediately she got out of there and closed the door behind her tightly.

As soon as she came out, her legs were shaking. And for some reason, the muscles in her body felt weak again, but she didn't stop there. With great difficulty, she dragged her feet towards a hidden place in the corner.

Finding a place to hide was a must for her. She knew right now she had not wholly escaped from those people.

She stood where she was, staring at the utterly invisible sea — that night, the sky was so dark, there was no moon as if the sky was as dark as her feelings.

Scarlett didn't care about the strong wind from the sea slapping her face. She tried to inhale as much fresh air as possible to fill her tight chest.

What happened to her completely drained her mind and energy.

If she didn't have the antidote, she didn't know what would happen to her now. Perhaps, her life was destroyed by her parents and the perverted old man.

"Father, how could you sell me to an old man just because you need money to pay off your debt?"

Scarlett quietly spoke to herself to express what was going on in her mind right now, or else her mind might explode — too much anger.

"I want to forgive you, but I can't accept it now. What you did to me this time was beyond hurtful and disrespectful. How could a father do that to his own daughter?"

For the first time, Scarlett cried in years. Her heart ached so much that she couldn't take it anymore. Only her tears could make her heart feel slightly better.

"Father, I... would rather die than be forced to marry that old man!" Before Scarlett could finish her sentence, a giant palm suddenly covered her mouth and promptly pulled her backward.

In a panic, she struggled to escape the man's embrace, but the man's hands were so strong. He hugged her from behind as if her body was locked between his arms. This man was so strong, she couldn't even scream.

'Damn it!! They found me!?'

Scarlett felt like crying, realizing that her escape was futile. It didn't take long for them to find her here.

"If I were you, I would stop resisting and making any noise…" a voice sounded in her ear. His voice was very charming, like hearing the voice of an actor who used to play the king in royal dramas. It didn't sound urgent, but it made her immediately obey his words.

Scarlett's body froze when she realized the man who dragged her was not the bodyguard who chased her but someone else.

Who is he?

From the fresh masculine scent, she could recognize the man wearing an expensive Eau de Parfum. She knows this scent. Her friend, a major US company's CEO, usually wears this EDP. She also saw the watch he was wearing, one of the latest collections from the expensive watch brand Patek Philippe.

She wanted to look back, but the man seemed to be holding her head, purposely keeping her from turning.

"Silence! They are approaching."

Hearing his warning, Scarlett immediately realized that she wasn't safe from her parents and that perverted old man.

Suddenly her chest felt tight, and her legs felt weak as she remembered what had happened to her. Slowly she lost her senses. Her head lowered as the darkness swallowed her.

"Miss, they all left. You can leave now..." The man in the gray suit said. But the girl in his arms didn't respond. "Are you sleeping?"

He turned her body towards him.

"How could you lose your consciousness just like that, girl!?"

The man in the gray suit was speechless.

He pulled her, placed her head onto his right shoulder, and made a call.

"Prepare the car at the back door. We're going to the hospital…" after he ended the call. He carried her gently and left the roof.