Pampered by My Secret Husband

She enjoyed being surrounded by others, living a life like the moon among stars, as if she were the sole protagonist in the world.

And everyone else had to depend on her, submitting at her feet, worshiping her to the highest level.

Just past 9 o’clock, the atmosphere in the bar had already reached a fever pitch.

Deafening music, dazzling flashing lights, men and women drinking wine and partying with abandon.

”Cecilia, is that sapphire ring on your hand the one from the auction in Paris?”

A socialite recognized the sapphire ring on her index finger, and the imposter nodded, immediately receiving the surrounding socialites’ envious exclamations.

”A sapphire worth 300 million USD, just worn on your hand, Cecilia, you truly are God’s favorite.”

The imposter’s vanity was greatly satisfied, which was also her purpose for hosting the party tonight. Inside, she was secretly pleased by the flattery, but on the surface, she pretended to be indifferent, ”It’s just 300 million, nothing worth being surprised about.”

”Cecilia, to your wealth, 300 million USD is nothing to be surprised about, but to us... it’s expensive,” a socialite said, both envious and honest.

Indeed, the Onassis Family’s wealth was vast enough to rival a country.

million USD was merely a drop in the bucket for the Onassis Family’s wealth.

Nothing to be surprised about.

In the restroom of the bar, Sophie Sullivan brushed aside the long hair covering her face, smiling at Lucifer, ”Lucifer, do you think I look good?”

Inside, Lucifer was somewhat unnerved, unable to appreciate her ghostly costume, ”Dear, can you stay a little farther away from me?”

”No way, you have to say I’m beautiful.”

Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh, suddenly extending his arm to grab her in a hug, ”My Cecilia is the most beautiful, one of a kind, unmatched in the world.”

”That’s better. Go check, has the imposter arrived?”

No sooner had these words been spoken than Leo knocked on the restroom door, ”Miss Cecilia Branford, the imposter has arrived.”

The imposter was extravagant in everything, even when going out; clearing the place beforehand was not enough, she even needed a personal restroom kept ready.

The restroom had to be sprayed with her favorite incense, fitted with a special skin-friendly toilet lid, and even the toilet paper had to have a faint scent.

At this moment, after three rounds of wine, the swaying, rosy-faced imposter was heading towards the restroom.

Sophie immediately pulled Lucifer into a stall, signaling him not to make a sound.

The thick restroom door was pushed open, high heels clacking crisply on the floor.

Her steps were disorderly, humming a tune, and she pushed open the stall door.

The imposter, who lifted the toilet lid, saw that the toilet was full of blood and a human head, and screamed in fright, ”Ah—”

Her body went limp on the floor, shutting her eyes in terror, she cried out in a tragic voice, ”Help... anyone!”

Sizzle—

The current gave off a malfunctioning sizzle, and the light in the restroom flickered for a few seconds.

Pa.

The restroom plunged into darkness, the pitch black that couldn’t be penetrated by hand magnifying fear to the extreme.

The imposter, body completely limp, practically crawling, ran out of the restroom, her body crashing into something cold.

She reached out her hand to touch it, it was icy, and smeared with something wet and sticky. A faint light came on.

She saw the person in front of her, their face ghastly pale and covered in fresh blood, long black hair hanging down each side of their cheeks, those eyes staring right at her.