Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Dalton Tavas continued, “Slap her hard for me.”

Hearing this, Zachary Mayhew took a step back.

Rachel Barton was the one he loved, and he could not do such a thing.

“Hit her!” Dalton Tavas continued, “Don’t worry, one slap won’t kill her! You must make this bitch know what it means to be a man and the head of a family!”

Zachary Mayhew swallowed hard, still not daring to do it.

“I ask you, do you want her to have your child or not?” Dalton Tavas asked.

Zachary Mayhew nodded.

Yes.

Of course he wanted to.

He had been dreaming of it.

Dalton Tavas squinted and said, “Since you want that, then do as I say.”

This woman was like taming a beast.

Only when she was tamed could she obey and be controlled at will.

Hearing his mother’s words, Zachary Mayhew raised his hand and slapped Rachel Barton hard.

The moment the slap landed, Zachary Mayhew suddenly felt an unprecedented pleasure.

Dalton Tavas nodded, “That’s right, my son, that’s how we should be.”

Rachel Barton had already become numb.

It was not until Zachary Mayhew tore open her dress that she came to her senses and screamed loudly, “No!”

“Please let me go!”

“Please…”

However, no matter how she screamed, how she struggled, she could not stop Zachary Mayhew’s actions.

That night.

Became the most humiliating night for Rachel Barton.

She wanted to die.

But she could not die.

She had to live and walk out of these mountains, and bring all these people to justice.

The next morning.

The golden sunlight penetrated through the window.

Rachel Barton opened her eyes.

In a daze, she saw the glaring red and was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was in Zachary Mayhew’s house.

Last night…

Thinking of everything that had happened last night, like a movie unfolding before her eyes, Rachel Barton felt extremely uncomfortable, and tears unconsciously escaped her eyes.

She bit the quilt tightly.

Trying to vent her anger in her heart.

Why?

Why did fate treat her like this?

She just wanted a home.

Her home didn’t have to be too wealthy, as long as she had loving parents.

Was her dream too extravagant?

Full of hope, she had followed Gregory Diet and Beatrice Black to Olsand Village.

Thinking that she could finally have the blood-related family she had never had before.

But she never expected…

She never expected things to turn out like this.

She hated her own ignorance.

If only she had listened to Viola Thompson’s words, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Thinking about her previous concealment of giving all her savings to Beatrice Black and Gregory Diet from Viola Thompson…

Rachel Barton really regretted it.

“Woof woof woof…”

At this moment, a dog’s bark sounded outside the window downstairs.

If it was before, Rachel Barton would have definitely gone to investigate.

She loved dogs.

But now…

Now she was trapped here, even worse than a dog.

At the thought of this, Rachel Barton’s tears welled up again.

Behind the Mayhew’s house was a small bamboo forest.

At this time.

Theresa Winslet stood in the bamboo garden, learning to bark like a dog.

“Woof woof woof…”

But no matter how much she barked, the window remained tightly closed.

Theresa Winslet could only turn around and leave, running back home all the way.

Seeing her return, Dolores Frieman immediately asked, “How is it?”

Theresa Winslet shook her head, “I didn’t see Aunt Rachel.”

“Then why did you come back?”

Theresa Winslet said helplessly, “I was barking like a puppy there for a long time. If I didn’t come back, I would have been discovered by others.”

Dolores Frieman’s brows furrowed slightly.

She had the intention of pulling her sister out of the mire, but fate did not give her a chance.

A moment later, Dolores Frieman instructed, “Theresa, from now on, go there three times a day at the same time. Your Aunt Rachel is a smart person, she will know what’s going on.”

They had to rescue Rachel Barton while she was not pregnant yet. If she ended up like herself, with a child, then she would truly have no way out.

Her whole life would be trapped by these mountains.

With this thought, Dolores Frieman sighed.

Her son Charlie was young and couldn’t understand why his mother sighed, so he asked, “Mom, are you unhappy?”

“No.”

Charlie hugged Dolores Frieman’s arm, “Mom, my sister and I will be obedient. We will study hard, go to a good university, and take you and dad to a better life.”

“Okay.” Dolores Frieman nodded.

Theresa Winslet continued to comfort her, “Mom, don’t worry, I’ll definitely complete the task.”

“Mm.” Dolores Frieman touched Theresa Winslet’s head, and her eyes were full of relief and gratitude.