Pampered by My Secret Husband

God knows, what Your Highness said about it not being the first time hitting Miss Cecilia, that’s simply nonsense.

Utter nonsense.

Not to mention hitting her, His Highness Lucifer wouldn’t even bear to touch a single fingertip of Miss Cecilia, afraid she’d melt in his mouth or fall if held, he cherishes her beyond measure, how could he bear to strike?

Your Highness Lucifer would definitely never hit Miss Cecilia, however, other women are not so considerate.

All of His Highness Lucifer’s tenderness, all his doting, are given solely to Miss Cecilia.

Lucifer sneered, rubbing his numb hand, that slap, he indeed used all his strength.

”If I hadn’t said so, how would she dispel her doubts.”

Leo nodded, ”Indeed, you saying so. The imposter only believes that you actually hit Miss Cecilia before. Therefore, this time you acted only because you’ve already had it with her, that’s why you acted again. Just now I saw the imposter smiling, she already believes what you said.”

Lucifer felt a breath of stifled anger, ”Having a head, yet as stupid as if she had no brain, just like Isabel.”

”Your Highness, the imposter might just be Isabel.”

Isabel was studying overseas but suddenly vanished, what does this imply?

And someone who can impersonate Cecilia, who knows everything about her, and everyone around her, could only be someone close to her.

Isabel is the same height and build as Cecilia.

Two sisters, differing only in appearance eyes and hair color.

Yet, their fates are worlds apart.

Cecilia, noble as the entire Onassis castle’s heir, enjoys wealth rivaling nations, enough to spend several lifetimes.

Whereas Isabel, under Cecilia’s dazzling aura, just seems mediocre.

People in Country F all know that the Onassis Family has Miss Cecilia, the First Beauty, but never knew that Miss Cecilia has a cousin sister.

Lucifer, hearing this, merely sneered again, ”Soon we’ll reveal who is human and who is ghost.”

Lucifer was indeed too late, Thomas Shannon ostensibly took Sophie Sullivan to the hospital for a check-up but actually had the imposter appear to hinder Lucifer, while he already left Country F with Sophie Sullivan.

On the private jet, with both hands handcuffed, Sophie Sullivan glared furiously at Thomas Shannon sitting opposite, his handsome face sullen.

With a clatter of the handcuffs on the table surface, she angrily demanded, ”Unlock them!”

”Beg me.”

”Go to hell!”

Thomas Shannon propped his head with one hand, his pitch-black, deep eyes stared at her unblinkingly, carrying scrutiny, yet also a complexity Sophie Sullivan couldn’t decipher.

That complex and urgent gaze made Sophie Sullivan feel pressured.

She took a deep breath and turned her head aside, refusing to meet his gaze.

”Look at me.” The man’s voice was low and carried an air of authority.

”Humph.” Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly, indicating her non-cooperation and refusal to collaborate.

The man stood up, his tall figure approaching her; the next second, a large hand reached over, grasping her chin, forcing her head up, and Sophie Sullivan was compelled to look at him.

”Sophie Sullivan, have I been too indulgent with you?”

Have I been too indulgent with you, which makes you so reckless?

Have I been too indulgent with you, so you dare to tread on my heart?

The hand gripping her chin tightened further, with a force ready to crush her, ”Answer me!”

Sophie Sullivan winced in pain, her brows furrowed tightly, he was insane...