Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 2291

She had sold that house a long time ago, but the money was squandered before she was even put in jail.

Hence, she had no money left at all.

“You don’t have money? Then shut up!” Jean bent down with a sinister look on his face and slapped Marie’s face a few times with the cash in his hands. “In my house, I’m in charge. If you don’t have money, just shut the f*ck up!”

His breath reeked of alcohol, and Marie looked at him full of hatred.

“What’s with that look? Just looking at you makes me lose my appetite! If you don’t want to live here, get out. With that run-down body of yours, no one will take pity on you and give you a place to live!” Jean showed no mercy as he pinched her chin forcefully.

Instantly, Marie’s face was bruised by the pinch.

“It hurts!” She was in so much pain that her tears started overflowing.

Jean grunted and let go. He was put in a good mood again upon seeing the cash in his hand.

“If you still want to live here, be more honest with me. For old times’ sake, I won’t let you starve to death.” After saying those cruel words, Jean turned around and went back to his room.

Marie massaged her chin in silence while tears streamed down her face and hatred filled her eyes.

She hated Bianca, she hated Jean, and she hated it all!

Jean had spent almost all the money he took from her, but he still had enough to splurge for quite some time now with the stack of money he got from who knew where!

All he cared about was money, right? Then, she would turn him into a poor wretch!

Marie sat on the sofa and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with dead eyes.

After drinking, Jean would usually beat people up violently and go to sleep afterward. Not to mention, he was the type to sleep like a log.

She waited until he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The clock on the wall ticked away. After an hour, Marie slowly got up.

Her legs were still sore, so she had to hold on to the furniture as she made her way to the room.

Jean slept soundly after drinking wine.

His snores were so loud that they even drowned out the sound of her walking in.

The corners of Marie’s mouth curled up into an ominous smile. When she had money, Jean treated her like a treasure; now that she had no money, he treated her like dirt.

She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine!

Marie knew about Jean’s habit of tucking cash under his pillow when he was asleep so that he would wake up immediately if someone were to take his money.

However, Jean was drunk at the moment and sleeping like a dead pig.

The smile on Marie’s face grew wider and wider as she lifted the corner of the pillow with one hand. She reached under it with the other.

She instantly pulled out the thick wad of money, and her heart started racing.

She got it!

Marie stuffed the money in her pocket.

The wad of cash was so thick that it formed a bulge in her pocket.

A dim light shone through the doorway, so she could see the room clearly. The money was already in her hands, yet Jean was still unconscious with his mouth wide open.

Hatred flashed through Marie’s eyes.

If it were not for him, the rest of her life would not have been ruined. She was even naive enough to think that she would have a stable home this time. Who knew…

Marie wanted to murder Jean!