Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam) novel Chapter 1

Anna Hamilton stood outside the door of Bryan Dawson's mansion. She rubbed her black-rimmed glasses while her other hand clutched tightly onto her phone.

[Would you like to see your fiance’s true face? If so, come to his mansion.]

The anonymous text message lied quietly in her phone, like a blooming iris—even though she knew it was poisonous, it still lured her in.

Finally, she gathered enough courage to push open the door...

The first thing she saw was a pair of high heels left unkempt in front of the door. Further in, she saw a lacy dress lying on the flight of stairs leading to the bedroom.

As Anna gazed at the mess on the floor, a dreadful image had already formed in her mind.

She ascended the stairs one step at a time. When she saw the light blue shirt lying in front of the bedroom, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

A second ago, she was still holding on to a glimmer of hope; after seeing that, it all crumbled into dust.

That shirt was a birthday gift she got Bryan a few days ago. She even saw him wear it that morning. That morning, she saw the warm smile on his handsome face as she received a bouquet of 99 roses from him. i

She even teased him, "I know you like the shirt, but you can’t wear it every day!"

Bryan gazed at her with tender eyes. The smile on his face was warm like the sun in spring with his voice was soothing like a flowing river.

"It's a gift from my dear lover. I feel as if she’s always b y my side when I'm wearing it."

At that moment, she felt as if she was the luckiest woman on earth.

In truth, her marriage with Bryan was a marriage of convenience. It was arranged by their families for the sole purpose of business. Even so, she thought that as long as he loved her, this lifelong commitment would b e worth it.

However, at that moment...

The perfect image in her mind was completely shattered.

She yearned to rush into the room, but as if hexed by a spell, her body froze and she could not move a muscle.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar. Anna could hear the woman’s moan and the man’s heavy breathing.

The man's voice was hoarse and filled with lust.