She Became Exactly What They Wished For novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Maryann Gill, a spoiled and willful heiress, was kidnapped. After a month in captivity, she returned quiet and obedient, nothing like the girl she used to be.

She didn’t storm into her husband Lawrence Frye’s office, smashing things and demanding to know why he hadn’t answered any of her ninety-nine distress calls.

She didn’t confront her parents hysterically, asking why they wouldn’t pay a dime to get her back when they were worth millions.

She became exactly what they wanted her to be-meek, compliant, no longer making scenes, causing trouble, or acting out.

Even when her older sister-the one she’d never gotten along with-pushed her down the stairs and injured her, and the doctor suggested a family member stay with her, she stayed calm.

“My parents are dead, and my husband was too when I was twenty-four,” she simply said.

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That night, a tall, imposing figure appeared at Maryann’s hospital room door.

Maryann looked up and saw Lawrence’s handsome face.

He wore a tailored suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean frame-cold, dignified, and polished as always.

He frowned at the long, winding wound on her leg. “Maryann, why didn’t you call me when you were hospitalized?”

A faint smile touched her lips. “Mr. Frye, you’ve had me muted, remember?”

It wasn’t until a month ago that Maryann found out Lawrence, her husband of two years, had silenced her notifications on his phone. That was why, when she was kidnapped, she couldn’t reach him. With no ransom, the kidnappers grew furious, beating and humiliating her around the clock.

She might have died in that silent night if a passerby hadn’t found her.

Maryann had a sister, Candice Gill.

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When she married Lawrence, Maryann was only twenty-two-an age for wild abandon. Back then, she was living her best life abroad.

Naturally, she didn’t want to be trapped by some arranged marriage back home. So on her wedding day, she fled in a sports car.

But then she crashed-the car smashed through an overpass guardrail.

She ended up hanging a hundred meters above the sea, the car teetering on the edge.

Just when she thought she’d die, she heard the sound of a helicopter.

Then she saw a tall figure standing at the helicopter’s open door, gripping the handle with one hand. The rotor blades whipped up a fierce wind, making his black suit flap like a crow’s wings.

The shimmering reflection of the sea lit him up, and for a second, she wondered if he was real.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her out, holding her close. His voice was cool and detached. “You’re safe now. I’ll get you home.”

At that very instant, her own violent heartbeat drowned out even the deafening roar of the helicopter.

Maybe marrying Lawrence wouldn’t be so bad after all.

So what if they didn’t love each other? Given time, maybe they could build something real.

After the wedding, Lawrence did everything a husband was supposed to do. But he never talked to Maryann much.

She was the one who clung to him, chattering away. Occasionally, she’d mess up and wait for him to clean up after her. Then he’d say flatly, “Don’t do it again.”

words were short, but they were enough to make her happy. At least, he didn’t leave her to ad for herself.

She believed that with enough time, she could win over this cold, distant man!

A month ago, Lawrence got a call while eating with Maryann.

“What?!”

He shot to his feet. His eyes-which stayed emotionless even when he slept with Maryann-lit up abruptly, waves of emotion crashing within them.

Even his normally stern face softened into a smile of genuine delight. “I’m on my way!”

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“Lawrence! Where are you going?” Maryann called after him.

But he didn’t answer or even look back. He was in such a hurry that he ran out without his shoes.

Right then, Maryann got a photo from Candice, who’d been missing for two years.

Candice sat in the middle, with Maryann and her parents-Javier and Claire Gill-on either side, their faces glowing with excitement and affection. Lawrence stood behind Candice, holding her like she was something precious he’d lost and found.

Maryann was completely shut out.

“See that? You could never win our parents’ love over me. Now, even your husband loves me.”

Candice’s text stung Maryann’s eyes.

She drove her sports car straight through the floor-to-ceiling window of the Gill’s villa, glass flying everywhere.

Amid Javier’s furious yelling and Claire’s accusations, Maryann looked at the calm Lawrence and said coldly, “Explain.”

“Let me do it, since things have come to this,” Candice said slowly, telling Maryann the so-called truth.

According to Candice, she was Lawrence’s first love-the one who was supposed to marry him two years ago.

While Maryann was living abroad, Lawrence and Candice were seen by ‘everyone as the perfect couple.

No one doubted they’d get married.

Then Candice went abroad for a research program and suddenly vanished.

To find her

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s, Lawrence resisted this marriage no less than Maryann did.

at his grandfather, Luther Frye, gave him an ultimatum-if he refused the arranged marriage and risked the family line, he’d be cut off from the inheritance, and the Frye family would stop

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searching for Candice overseas.

Only then did Lawrence compromise and agree to marry Maryann.

In other words, Maryann had been nothing but a tool for the Gill family to keep their benefits and a stepping stone for Lawrence while he looked for the woman he really loved!

Everyone knew the truth. She was the only one kept in the dark, played for a fool!

In that moment, Maryann felt all her blood run cold. She dug her fingernails into her palms until they bled.

She grabbed an exquisitely decorated cake from the table and hurled it at the three-meter-tall champagne tower.

A deafening crash echoed through the room, followed by Candice’s cry of pain.

Maryann’s lips curved.

“Consider this my welcome gift. No need to thank me.”

With that, she turned and walked out in her high heels.

But midway through the drive, she was kidnapped.

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