The Mysterious Wife of Tycoon

"Suri, awaken from your slumber, Suri..." Suri Martin, confined to a chair by unyielding iron chains, gradually opened her eyes and beheld a pallid and worn countenance, no longer the once proud and arrogant visage of Dillon Lancaster. He had arrived! No, it couldn't be! He would perish! Fear seized Suri, and she writhed, the iron chains grating against her wrists, blood trickling down. She cried out, "Dillon, there's a bomb here, flee!" For ten years, she had unjustly accused him! For ten years, she had despised him! She knew she was wrong! But it was too late. "Guess, Dillon, will he choose to save you or choose to live?" It was her beloved younger sister, whom she had trusted and cherished, who had planted the timed bomb! She knew Dillon would undoubtedly save her. She had already caused him to relinquish his inheritance, to limp on one leg, she couldn't kill him anymore! Dillon held her tightly, preventing her from struggling, and he pressed countless kisses upon her forehead. He spoke tenderly, "Fear not, I am here." Suri hesitated for a moment, then pushed him away with her head, her tear-filled eyes seemingly brimming with resentment. "Dillon, I detest you, I do not care for you, I scorn you." "I would rather perish here than accompany you, depart! Just depart!" "I would rather perish here than have you come, why did you come, who do you think you are, go away, just go!" She would rather have him despise her than have him die here. Dillon gazed at her hysterical screams, at her tear-streaked countenance, and gently brushed her stray locks behind her ear. He said, "Because you are here, because I am your husband, because I love you..." "Suri..." Suri had not finished speaking when she witnessed Dillon rise, clutching the bomb, and swiftly hobble out of the room. Her face grew pale, and she struggled, but ultimately tumbled to the ground along with the chair. She crawled towards Dillon like a worm. "Release the bomb, Dillon! Release it!" No matter how she shouted, Dillon did not cease or turn back. He limped away, the romantic seascape accentuating his valor and resolve. The ticking of the bomb's countdown was even more piercing than her screams. Dillon halted, turned around, and gazed at her tenderly. "Suri, let us divorce. You will be better off without me." "Dillon..." "I love you!" Boom! The explosion shattered Dillon's towering figure and gentle smile in an instant. "Dillon, no!" Suri's heart-wrenching cry reverberated. Boom boom boom! A succession of explosions ensued, and a colossal mushroom cloud ascended against the azure sky. The villa on the desolate island instantaneously transformed into ruins. It turned out that bombs had been clandestinely buried here long ago!... "Dillon, I do not care for you. Even if I perish, I do not desire your proximity. Depart, depart..." The girl on the bed, her eyes shut, was ensnared in a nightmare. She clutched the sheets tightly, her countenance contorted in agony. Standing before the bed was a towering man, his noble and restrained face flushed as if on the verge of bleeding, both alluring and possessive. His bloodshot eyes, frigid and bloodthirsty, fixated upon the girl. He raised his slender fingers and tenderly caressed her face... The gaze of death caused Suri to abruptly open her eyes, meeting those cold, bloodthirsty, and possessive eyes. It was him! "Dillon... you..." Before she could complete her sentence, she remained in shock and disbelief. She bit her own arm in incredulity.The pain was excruciating, beyond what words could describe. Did the agony persist even after death? Or was the explosion merely a figment of her imagination? She found solace in the fact that both she and Dillon had survived. Dillon gazed at Suri's tear-streaked face, his heart aching in response. He lowered his head and tenderly kissed the tear that clung to the corner of her eye. "If not love, then let it be hatred. In this lifetime, I will be by your side until death do us part." The devastation, akin to a tornado, swiftly overwhelmed her. Two hours later... Dillon's torment of her had finally come to an end. "Next time, if you dare to drug my drink again, you will never set foot outside this door." The icy and bloodthirsty threat felt eerily familiar, as if it had been uttered a decade ago. Suri, consumed by pain and exhaustion, couldn't summon the energy to lift a finger. She blinked weakly, observing Dillon's retreat into the bathroom, the sound of the shower echoing in her ears. Her frozen mind gradually thawed. Enduring the pain from the torment, Suri sat up and gently pinched the excess flesh around her waist. She then raised her hand and squeezed her smooth cheeks, even pinching her double chin. She, once plump, had drugged Dillon's drink and now faced the aftermath of his threats... Wasn't this reminiscent of ten years ago? On this very day a decade ago, she had willingly organized a birthday banquet for Dillon. Then, instigated by Vesta Marsh, she had spiked his drink. She had locked him and Vesta in a room, summoning reporters to expose his extramarital affair. And she had returned home to sleep, only for Dillon to come back and sleep with her. Since then, she had despised him, opposing him at every turn. Even if she had fallen in love with him, she refused to admit it, desiring nothing more than his demise. But now that he was truly gone, her heart shattered, consumed by agony. Suri clenched the sheets tightly, her gaze fixed on the bathroom, determination gleaming in her eyes. "Dillon, this time, I will never lose you again." Ever since her rebirth to this day, she had yearned to alter the course of events, to avoid repeating the same mistakes. Suri clenched her fist, pondering, "What happened today?" She recalled that Vesta had called Dillon, asking him to pick her up.

But Dillon had refused, prompting Suri to threaten to jump to her death from the window, which had finally convinced him to go. In her previous life, after Dillon left, he hadn't gone to pick up Vesta but had traveled abroad. However, the next day, Vesta had claimed that Dillon had indeed picked her up and they had spent time together. Suri had believed her, fueling her hatred for Dillon even further. This time, she absolutely couldn't allow such a thing to happen! "Can we draw closer, can we be a little braver..." The sound of a ringing phone interrupted Suri's thoughts. She glanced at the phone on the table, then at the bathroom, where the frosted glass offered a vague glimpse of Dillon's strong and muscular figure. This was Dillon's personal phone, and it was undoubtedly Vesta calling. Don't answer! The ringing persisted, but Suri ignored it, simply admiring Dillon's physique. His body emitted a potent scent of hormones, tempting enough to drive one to commit a crime just by looking at him! The ringing ceased, only to resume shortly after. The sound of water ceased as well, signaling Dillon's completion of his shower. Suri stared at the still-vibrating phone, unsure of what she was thinking, and answered it. "Hello." Suri's voice carried a lazy and seductive tone, melting the ears and hearts of those who heard it. "Dillon~" Vesta's voice, sweet and alluring, held a teasing quality. But as Suri listened, memories from her previous life flooded her mind, and she gritted her teeth with hatred! Upon hearing this voice, Vesta's expression changed, her once gentle and sweet tone turning sharp. "Suri, you and Dillon... are you together?"Suri's fists clenched as she listened to the sound of the hairdryer in the bathroom, her eyes fixed on Dillon blow-drying his hair. She suppressed her hatred, biting her lip and letting out a forced "Hmm." Vesta's face twisted with jealousy. How could that overweight Suri lay her hands on a man like Dillon, who exuded such self-control? It was a violation. Her Dillon was no longer pure. Confused, Suri asked, "Why can't I? I am Dillon's wife, we are legally married!" Vesta was left speechless by the unexpected response, grinding her teeth in frustration. Suri whimpered and muttered, "If you're not busy, I'll hang up first. It's been two hours, I'm so tired." Vesta was infuriated. That shameless overweight woman had defiled Dillon and was even boasting about it! "You're not pure anymore, Demetrius, he..." Vesta began, but Suri softly interrupted her. "Dillon has finished showering, I need to pretend to be asleep quickly. Otherwise, he'll..." On the first day of her rebirth, Suri didn't want to hear such disgusting words from this person. She didn't want to engage in conversation with someone so repulsive. As for the mention of Demetrius Charles, she had disliked him even in her past life. Vesta was about to explode upon hearing Suri's coquettish words. But afraid that Suri would hang up, she quickly said, "I'm still at the hotel, I can't find a car. Ask Dillon to pick me up." It was a commanding tone, not a request. "You want Dillon to come pick you up?" Suri looked up and saw Dillon coming out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. His well-built body was even more alluring. She seemed to have developed an attraction to his physique! Upon hearing these words, Dillon's eyes softened, but in an instant, they turned icy cold, as if he wanted to tear her apart. Suri felt a bit intimidated by his gaze and silently pulled the blanket up a little. "Dillon never listens to me," she said. Vesta gritted her teeth and commanded, "Then you go stand by the window and threaten to jump. Force him to come and pick me up." Suri repeated in astonishment, "Threaten to die to make Dillon come and get you?" Dillon took steps towards Suri, each one as dangerous as a predator stalking its prey. And she was his prey. As soon as she moved, he would pounce on her and tear her apart! Suri swallowed nervously, "Alright, I'll make Dillon come and get you." When Dillon stood in front of her, he looked down at her with a superior gaze. Suri quickly hung up the phone and gripped it tightly. "Vesta wants you to come and get her," she said, her voice trembling. Dillon coldly looked towards the open window, "So you're willing to go to such lengths?" The Dillon from ten years ago was ruthless and even a bit bloodthirsty. Even though she had experienced his later tenderness, Suri was still a bit afraid of him now. "No, I'll call a car for her." She was certain that if she even had the slightest thought of doing otherwise, he would have the window sealed off in no time! She would never leave this room! Dillon, with a gloomy expression, looked down at her, his deep eyes filled with dangerous questioning. Suri knew he didn't believe her. After all, she now despised him and wished he would die, especially for Vesta's sake. At this moment, if Vesta told her to die, she would do so without hesitation. It was only natural for Dillon not to believe her. Suri held her phone, momentarily unsure of what kind of car to call for Vesta, and hesitated. Dillon, standing in front of her, grew colder and more terrifying with each passing moment. Thinking of her death in her past life, Suri suddenly had a clever idea and looked up at him, "What's the number for the crematorium?""Hmm?" Suri raised her phone, her delicate fingers tapping the screen. "I'm arranging a car for Vesta." Dillon stared at her intently, his gaze unwavering. After a moment, he picked up the internal phone in the villa and dialed the number for the crematorium. Slowly, he recited the number to her.

Suri glanced down at her phone, her fingers swiftly dialing the number. The call connected almost instantly. "Hello, is this the crematorium?" Suri's voice echoed through the receiver, causing Dillon's brows to furrow. She was imitating his voice flawlessly, it was uncanny! If he hadn't been standing right in front of her, he would have questioned whether there was another him in the world. "Well, how many cars do you have available? Three?" Suri inquired, her tone laced with a hint of mischief. "Could you arrange fourteen cars for me? Each car should cost ten thousand. She's quite vain and desires a grand exit, so make it extravagant. The address is..." Suri paused for a moment, before adding, "Oh, and when you arrive, keep the conversation minimal. Just inform her that Mr. Lancaster has requested her presence and that you will be taking her to a mysterious location." Crematorium staff: ? Could it be the legendary Mr. Lancaster? Dillon stood directly in front of her, his gaze fixed on her plump face. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips, causing her to tremble slightly, the blanket slipping down her shoulder. Her skin was as smooth as ice and as radiant as jade. It made him involuntarily swallow. After Suri ended the call, Dillon noticed her mischievous smile had only grown wider, akin to a child who had secretly indulged in forbidden candy and reveled in their mischief. He questioned her, his voice cold and distant. "Did you truly call the crematorium for her?" Suri nodded, then shook her head. "No, you did. I'm just being a good sister." She had just been reborn, and for now, she had to play the role of a weak and obedient sister. That way, she could manipulate Vesta and lead her straight into prison! Dillon's voice turned even colder as he asked, "Since when did you learn voice acting?" Suri lowered her head, her thoughts drifting back to her past life. Locked away for three years, darkness and silence were her only companions. She feared she would lose her sanity, so she played various roles by herself, even imagining unfamiliar voices, the sound of wind, the sound of rain... As long as she heard a sound, she could imitate it. Seeing her silence, Dillon's expression grew even colder. "For this month, you are not to leave the premises." She imitated his voice, surely planning an escape! "Where do you think you're going?" Suri watched him, her heart racing, and reached out anxiously, grabbing hold of the towel around his waist. Dillon paused, turning slightly to glance at her snow-white arm. "Hmm?" If she exerted just a little more force, the towel would slip away. "You can't..." Suri wanted to say that he couldn't put on his pants without recognizing her. She also wanted to confess that she admired his physique. But his wolf-like gaze made her hesitate, a tinge of fear creeping in. If she tried to hold onto him, she would be devoured completely, not even a bone left behind. For the sake of exacting revenge on those scumbags tomorrow. And for the long future she envisioned with him. Suri awkwardly retracted her hand, offering him a smile. "Goodnight." Dillon's face turned cold, and without a word, he turned and left. As the door closed, Suri let out a sigh and settled back down. She glanced at her chubby hands, resembling pig's trotters, and pinched her plump cheeks. In her past life, she had heedlessly followed Vesta's words, indulging in excessive eating and drinking to make Dillon despise her. She consumed six meals a day and constantly snacked, resulting in her weight gain. At a height of 1.65 meters, she weighed 130 kilograms. She had become fat! Tomorrow, she would start her diet! Suri held her face, contemplating her weight. Despite her size, Dillon still slept with her. Was he not repulsed by her?Suri picked up her phone and sent a text message to Vesta. [I've pushed Dillon to his limits, and he finally agreed to come and pick you up. Make sure you seize this opportunity.] After sending the message, Suri couldn't help but dwell on Vesta's breakdown at the crematorium. Suri happily embraced her blanket and rolled around like a silkworm. Dillon returned to his room, unable to sleep as he pondered Suri's imitation of his voice. Was she pretending to be him in order to convince the servant to let her leave? Or was she using this as an opportunity to stir up rumors between him and Vesta? With countless possibilities swirling in his mind, Dillon sat up and dialed the butler's internal line. "From now on, whenever you receive my calls, they will pertain to the madam. No, whenever it's my call, you must use a secret code before taking any action." The butler looked perplexed. "Huh?" "What's the matter, Mr. Lancaster?" Dillon paused for a moment, then said, "The secret code is 'Suri loves Dillon'." The butler remained silent. "Mr. Lancaster, are you so infatuated and lovesick for her that it's driving you mad?" Heavenly Heights Resort. Vesta received a call from the driver and waited at the hotel entrance. Her friends surrounded her, filled with envy and a hint of skepticism. "Vesta, is Mr. Lancaster truly going to come and pick you up?" Vesta proudly nodded. "Of course, I am now a resident of the Lancaster Family." Her friends were both envious and resentful. "Vesta, could you invite us to visit the Lancaster Family tomorrow?" "Yes, we are truly curious to see what Mr. Lancaster's house looks like." "And we are even more intrigued by how Mr. Lancaster dotes on you. He must lavish you with more affection than Suri, right?" Vesta initially wanted to decline, as Dillon disliked bringing outsiders into their home. The fact that she could live in the Lancaster Family was all thanks to the persistent pressure from that plump Suri.

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