The Super Jealousy CEO

Capiton.

It was raining cats and dogs.

Joyce Wilson was forced to wear a wedding dress and was sent to the bridal chamber in Royal Garden.

She was a wealthy lady that everyone envied, but now she was just a tool. The Wilson family used her to replace their own daughter and let her marry Nathan Miller.

Nathan was very clever when he was young, but his family isolated him because of his cruelty. Later, his legs were disabled in a car accident.

Joyce's so-called husband still hadn't returned to the room until the evening.

It was probably because he didn't want to see her or treat her as his wife, and he certainly wouldn't return.

It was better that he didn't return because she wouldn't need to think about how to face him.

Joyce took off her wedding dress and went to rest. She was exhausted about what had happened to her identity and life.

After a long while.

The door of the room was suddenly opened from the outside.

A tall man walked in.

Joyce didn't sleep well and heard something in a daze.

The next second, someone sat on the mattress and lifted the quilt. Then, the scorching body of a man moved closer to her.

Joyce was shocked. Before she could react, the man had turned over and pressed her down.

Then, he grasped her neck without hesitation!

"Who are you?"

His voice was deep and as cold as ice, and he acted like a beast whose territory had been violated.

Joyce woke up from her doze in an instant.

Through the moonlight coming in from the window, she vaguely saw the man above her, with a pair of eyes colder than his voice.

Joyce quickly came back to her senses and kicked his crotch hard.

"F*ck."

The man cursed in a low voice and dodged aside.

Joyce quickly escaped from his grasp and jumped off the bed.

The two of them had already fought a few rounds in just a few seconds.

Joyce was good at martial arts and was barely defeated, but this man was better than her.

"How dare you! I'm Nathan Miller's wife. If you don't go away right now, I'll ask the bodyguard to throw you... Ouch!"

She blurted out in a hurry. But before she could finish her words, the man grasped her neck and pressed her against the wall.

At the same time, the light was turned on.

Under the bright light, the man's face was sculptural. His eyes were deep, and his nose bridge was tall and straight. He seemed cold and stern with his sharp jaw as he looked at Joyce in sarcasm.

"You are the gentle and virtuous Miss Wilson?"

He glanced at the wedding dress at the corner and back at Joyce. She was wearing casual clothes but not a nightgown, obviously trying to prevent something.

When Joyce was the daughter of the Wilson family, she was a symbol of elegance and good virtues.

Nobody knew that her superior skills of fighting were hidden under her elegance.

Joyce resisted the pain in her throat and the fear of suffocation. She looked at the man and suddenly had a bold guess.

"You are..." She said with difficulty in disbelief, "Nathan Miller?"

Nathan barely showed up in public, so she had never seen him before.

However, the only man who can appear in the bedroom of Nathan's private estate is Nathan himself!

To her surprise, his legs seemed stronger than anyone else's!

Nathan frowned and let go of her indifferently.

She was clever enough to realize who he was in such a short time.

"Cough! Cough..."

Joyce fell to the ground and coughed violently. She didn't want to experience that dying suffocation anymore.

Uncertain, cold-blooded, and ruthless. Just as the rumor described!

"Didn't you want to call a bodyguard?" Nathan lit a cigarette and lazily looked down at Joyce. His eyes accidentally fell on the woman's neck.

Her neck was so thin and fragile that it could be broken with a slight twist. Her fair skin was shimmering under the light and covered with red marks.

Joyce blushed.

He was clearly humiliating her!

She didn't know that he was Nathan just now!

Nathan seemed to be looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at will. "I'll give you a chance to choose a way to die."

She had known the secret of his legs, so he naturally had to silence her forever.

"Mr. Nathan, I'm your wife! You, you can't treat me like this!" Joyce looked at Nathan warily, her heart beating like a drum.

She fully believed that Nathan could actually kill her.

"A nobody wants to be my wife?" Nathan asked contemptuously.

Joyce clenched her fist tightly, feeling humiliated.

But he was right. She was indeed a nobody who didn't know her parents.

Now, every wealthy family knew that Joyce was the fake daughter of the Wilson family.

However, it wasn't her fault.

She had never had a choice since the beginning.

And she didn't plan to marry Nathan.

Nathan ran out of patience and pressed the button on the bedside.

After a while, two bodyguards came in.

"Throw this woman out," Nathan ordered the bodyguards.

"Nathan!" Joyce said eagerly, "I won't tell anyone about your legs!"

Joyce agreed to marry Nathan because she wanted to repay the Wilson family for the 20 years of nurturing. And now, she had nothing to do with her so-called parents.

Nathan looked indifferent. But then he suddenly remembered something and said mercifully,

"Joyce, if you are still alive after tonight, I will let you be my wife."

At this moment, a rumble of thunder sounded in the sky.

The lightning made the sky seem like daytime, and the heavy rain kept pouring down.

The weather forecast said that the rain would last all night.

Today, she married Nathan and became his bride, but she could only stand outside in the pouring rain.

Joyce finally understood.

Nathan didn't just want to insult her. He also wanted her to die in this rainstorm.

After all, he was forced to marry her, so it would be better if she died.

"Don't!" Joyce stood up straight with dignity. "I know how to walk."

She glanced at the two bodyguards who were about to catch her and kindly reminded them. "I'm your boss's future wife, so you'd better not touch me. Okay?"

Joyce still looked obedient and docile, but her eyes flashed with satisfaction.

She thought she hid her emotions well, but Nathan saw her through.

He somehow felt rather funny.

They all said that Joyce of the Wilson family was elegant, virtuous, and well-behaved. She was kind to others and had a good temper, so she could be a great hostess to any wealthy family in the future.

However, the woman in front of him was still proud after losing everything.

She didn't look like she could be obedient at all.