Chapter 2 Friedrich
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Penny fled.
She absconded with all the cash and expensive jewelry from the house.
Despite using numerous people, Charlede could not locate her, leaving him no choice but to have Cecilia stand in for Penny and send her to Friedrich's estate.
Friedrich silently listened to Charlede's humble apologies over the phone.
Only after the servant respectfully informed him that the girl in the guest room had awakened did he contemplate emerging from his coffin.
Cecilia had no idea how long she had been unconscious. As consciousness returned, her head felt dizzy and swollen.
She slowly opened her eyes to behold the utterly unfamiliar decorations around her, experiencing a momentary mental blank.
It came back to her—Penny had drugged her, forcing her to take Penny's place in marriage to Friedrich...
Cecilia lay in bed, her entire body feeling weak and sore from the d**g's after-effects. Despite this, she couldn't give up. She had to escape; she refused to marry a complete stranger in such a befuddled state.
The moment Cecilia sat up, she sharply caught the sound of the room door being pushed open.
Turning toward the sound, she encountered an entirely unknown face—the man outside the door stood tall, imposing, with thinly pursed lips, dressed in a sharply tailored suit. His gaze, a blend of amusement and scrutiny, was firmly fixed on her.
Despite being seated in a wheelchair, he radiated an undiminished aura of power.
With hesitation, Cecilia asked, "Are you... Mr. Friedrich?"
Friedrich nodded, "Yes, it's me."
Hadn't there been rumors that Friedrich was a man in his fifties? Why then did he appear so young, and exceptionally... handsome?
As Cecilia's thoughts scattered, Friedrich had already shut the heavy wooden door and wheeled himself in front of her.
He nonchalantly loosened the tie around his neck, his expression cold. Cecilia edged back, only to have her chin seized by a hand.
Friedrich pinched the soft flesh of the girl's cheek before him, his thumb gliding over her smooth, delicate skin. She was strikingly beautiful, akin to an exquisite work of art.
The unexpected intimacy of his actions left Cecilia disconcerted. The man exuded a woody scent that, due to their closeness, wafted distinctly to her nostrils.
Cecilia lowered her lashes, her brows slightly furrowed, seeking to evade Friedrich's touch, yet the man was unmoved.
As Cecilia attempted to rise, Friedrich's icy hand swiftly clasped her neck and forcefully pinned her down on the bed, commanding, "Don't move."
Forced down into the soft bedding, Cecilia felt the pressure on her neck, her complexion slowly turning red, her fingers weakly gripping Friedrich’s wrist, struggling to breathe, “Let go of me, what do you want to do?”
What did he want to do?
To tease her, to bully her, or perhaps, to kill her?
Cecilia’s breathing quickened, her heart thumping anxiously.
His long fingers unbuttoned her shirt.
Cecilia’s eyes widened.
Even as her skin under the clothes was exposed, Friedrich’s hands did not stop their advance, becoming more intrusive as her blouse and long skirt gradually separated from her body, his hands violating every inch of her skin.
If it weren't for Friedrich's hand still menacingly on Cecilia's neck, his slow movements could have been likened to unwrapping the ribbon of a beautifully wrapped gift box.
Cecilia's eyes reddened, "Please, don't do this."
As her lips parted in protest, Friedrich’s strong fingers pried open her teeth, and under Cecilia's disbelieving gaze, he toyed with her soft tongue relentlessly.
"Once you're in my estate, you follow my rules."
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