Chapter 687



“Are we not?” Moshe asked.

Minna’s face turned cold as she said, “Absolutely not! This marriage is merely a charade I was coerced into! Do you even understand your position? You’re an illegitimate son. How could you ever be fit to be my husband? If you know what’s good for you, get out of here right now!”

When Moshe heard Minna’s words, his face contorted into a menacing scowl. “Who do you think you are? Because of you, the Burke family’s reputation is in tatters! And you still dare to be this arrogant in front of me?”

Minna’s expression darkened instantly, her eyes narrowing with simmering rage. “Moshe, are you looking for trouble right now? Even your father wouldn’t have the guts to talk to me like this!”

Her voice rose, sharp and commanding. “Enough of this nonsense! I don’t have time for you. Get out of here—now!”

She pointed toward the door, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

She hadn’t wanted to marry Moshe from the beginning. The very thought of it had revolted her. But her father had persuaded her, insisting it was their only viable path forward. If she didn’t marry Moshe, the Williamson family’s business empire would inevitably crumble.

Despite being part of the prestigious eight great families, the disparity between the top-ranked family and the lowest-ranked one was vast. The cold, hard truth was clear—if Lucas decided to target their family, they wouldn’t last long. They would collapse under his influence, and with that collapse, every privilege and comfort they currently enjoyed would vanish overnight.

But Minna knew that if she married Moshe, there was still a chance to turn things around. For one, tying their fortunes to the Burke family meant security. The Burke family wouldn’t dare to move against the Williamson family if such a bond were solidified. In fact, the Burke family was desperate for this alliance—they saw the Williamsons as a golden ticket to further cement their own influence. So, they would listen to the Williamson family without question.

gⱯlnσνe𝓁s․com has the stories you love To put it bluntly, everyone in the Burke family had to listen to Minna.

Minna believed marrying Moshe was merely a formality. Eventually, once Lucas forgot about the arrangement, Minna would divorce Moshe.

Having rationalized this, Minna had agreed to the marriage.

When Minna noticed Moshe still rooted in place, her frown deepened. “I’m talking to you—do you not hear me?”

Moshe suddenly moved closer to Minna, stopping just inches from her. In a swift motion, he raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap across her face. Minna’s head snapped to the side, the taste of blood filling her mouth. She clutched her cheek, her eyes wide with shock and anger. “How dare you hit me?”

“You deserve it, bitch!” Moshe hissed, striking her again.

Minna’s fury erupted. She leaped up, her face contorted with rage, and lunged at Moshe, attempting to scratch his face. “You jerk! How dare you strike me? I’ll kill you!”

Moshe easily overpowered her, pinning her on the bed. Holding her wrists with one hand, he slapped her repeatedly with the other. “You think I’m scared of you? You’re now my wife, and you’d better behave! Step out of line again, and you’ll regret it.”

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