Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1103

Just as Fiona finished speaking, a clear, commanding voice cut through the air.

"Whether she suffers for the rest of her life is not for you to decide."

Fiona's attention jolted to the source of the voice. Why did it sound so familiar?

Turning slowly, she saw Chandler standing nearby. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent glint, as though he were ready to devour her.

At least it wasn't Otto. Still, Chandler wasn't a bad second choice.

Although he wasn't as wealthy as Otto, that was bound to change with time. If Fiona couldn't have Otto, she had even considered that Chandler might be a worthwhile alternative.

But why were Chandler and Helen here together? Weren't they only engaged?

Fiona struggled to understand the situation, her mind briefly overwhelmed by confusion. Suddenly, her attention was captured by the document in Chandler's hand.

A marriage certificate.

Helen.

Fiona gasped, unable to fully grasp what she was seeing. It took her a while to compose herself. She clutched her chest, staring at them in disbelief.

So, it turned out that Helen hadn't been sold off to some rich, elderly man by Aaron—instead, she ended up marrying Chandler.

But that didn't make any sense. Could it really be true?

She was baffled by how a country bumpkin like Helen had ended up marrying Chandler, the city's most eligible bachelor.

Meanwhile, she found herself resigned to a future with someone as unremarkable as Helios, despite being the Cunningham family's heiress.

Fiona clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost dug into her skin, her teeth grinding together in suppressed fury.

Seeing Helen's bare shoulders shiver from the cold, Chandler removed his jacket and draped it over her.

With a stern tone, he warned, "Helen is now my wife. Anyone who mistreats her will face my wrath. Since today is our wedding day, I'll let this pass, but don't expect me to be so forgiving next time."

Chandler's face remained impassive, but his innate air of authority radiated an unspoken power, casting an intimidating presence.