99 plastic surgeries, back as his fiancée's stepdad.

"Isabella Rossi, I gave you all our family property as a wedding gift. I'm not stupid. I love you and trust you, so I'm willing to give you everything I have. Why are you so cruel? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

I lay in the cold earth pit, roaring hysterically at my fiancée and future motherinlaw who were standing by and sneering at me.

If there is an afterlife, I would rather watch the mother and daughter starve to death on the street twenty years ago.

And I will never bring this devil mother and daughter home.

"Ethan Gallagher, don't worry. After you die, Gallagher Family Estate will be well taken care of by my mother and me. Hehehe..."

Isabella covered her mouth with her hands and giggled smugly.

Next second.

Her eyes turned cold and she ordered, "Bury it!"

The two men nearby took action immediately.

"I curse you and your daughter to die a miserable death. Even after you die, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

I roared with all my might, but that only brought even more unscrupulous laughter from the mother and daughter.

In their eyes, I was already a corpse.

I tried desperately to break free from the ropes.

But until the earth completely buried me.

I also failed to break free.

Gradually.

I couldn't breathe and my consciousness gradually blurred until I lost consciousness completely.

"Hey, the eggs are burnt."

In a trance.

A voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up and saw Isabella, who was wearing a sexy nightgown, staring at me with her eyebrows slightly frowned.

Then look down again.

There was a sizzling sound in the pot and a faint smell of burning could be smelled.

"Ms. Rossi, I'm sorry. I'll fry you another one."

I apologized and turned off the fire.

While I was preparing a new omelette.

Isabella stood up and stretched, as she was not wearing any underwear.

Plus the almost semitransparent silk pajamas.

This looming temptation is enough to make any man's blood boil.

This was exactly the same Isabella he had known before.

A beautiful face with natural charm.

Any normal man would basically fall into it.

That was what I was like back then.

"Fry it and send it to my room."

Isabella turned around and left the restaurant with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"OK."

I responded.

After Isabella left, I heated up the pan again and fried some eggs.

As for why Isabella didn't recognize me.

That story begins three years ago.

After Isabella and her daughter buried me alive, it rained heavily that night. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to survive as the pit was washed away by the rain.

Maybe he did something immoral.

Isabella and her daughter hired a lot of bodyguards. If I went to seek revenge alone, the end result would be either being buried alive again or being thrown into the river by them to feed the fish.

In order to get revenge, I had plastic surgery again and again.

In three years, I received thousands of cuts on my face.

She had ninetynine plastic surgeries in total.

When I became a completely different person.

I just returned to Rivercrest City.

After the fried eggs were ready, I took them to Isabella's room. As soon as I entered the room, I happened to run into the young man who was brought home by Isabella to spend the night last night.

"Fuck, my clothes..."

The young man looked at the oil stains on his body and the fried egg that fell on the ground.

It was obvious that he didn't look at the road and hit me.

But he raised his hand angrily and slapped me in the face.

I can get out of the way.

But I didn't do that. Instead, I let him slap me in the face.

Bang!

"What's going on?"

Isabella's voice came from the bathroom.

"Baby, your chef deliberately poured fried eggs on me. The suit you bought me for 160,000 yuan yesterday was ruined after I wore it only once."

The young man stared at me with angry eyes, as if he wanted to tear me into pieces.

I quickly said sorry.

Isabella came out of the bathroom. She walked up to me and first frowned as she looked at the red and swollen slap mark on my face.

Then.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped me in the face again.

Bang!

After a crisp slap.

I didn't get angry. Instead, I bowed down and smiled and said I would compensate him.

When the young man heard this, he got angry and kicked me to the ground.

Then he spat at me and cursed, "This suit of mine cost 160,000 yuan. You can't even afford it even if you sell your kidney!"

Cursing and humiliating young people.

I didn't care and stood up silently.

"Waste, you..."

The young man still wanted to curse.

Isabella interrupted him: "Okay, I'll buy a new one another day, you can go back."

"Boy, you're lucky. My dear is kind and I won't bother with you. Otherwise, I would call a few brothers to come over and break your legs!"

After the young man finished cursing, his expression immediately changed. He smiled and kissed Isabella for a while before walking away.

"Ryan, considering that you saved me last month, I won't hold it against you. But remember, when you do things in our house, you must be careful and cautious. Don't make mistakes again, otherwise I will have to let you go."

Isabella reminded with an indifferent look on her face.

"Thank you, Ms. Rossi. I will be more careful next time."

I made the promise immediately.

Maybe my attitude made Isabella feel a little guilty.

She suddenly seemed like a different person, walked up to me and lifted my clothes.

I had no reaction.

She looked at the red and swollen footprints on my stomach and asked quietly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

I shook my head.

"Nonsense, it's already red and it doesn't hurt?"

Then.

Isabella asked her aunt to bring a bottle of medicated oil.

When I saw her carefully applying some medicated oil on her palms and gently massaging my belly, I suddenly saw the beautiful and kindhearted Isabella.

certainly……

I won't be fooled again.

Because I know this is just Isabella's deceptive illusion.

She is synonymous with a vicious heart!

"You have a nice figure."

Isabella lifted my clothes to my chest and looked at my pectoral muscles with burning eyes.

The last second he was massaging his belly.

Next second.

Her hand slowly moved upwards.

I hid back shyly, but in fact I was pretending.

After all, she has been so blatantly flirting.

If I didn't react at all.

This makes me seem a little weird.

"Don't hide."

Isabella said in a commanding tone.

I nodded and stood still.

Isabella caressed me for a while, then suddenly put down my clothes and said calmly, "Go prepare breakfast for my mother, she will be back soon."

"Yes, Ms. Rossi."

I ran away in a hurry.

Back on the first floor, I immediately hid in the kitchen, and at the same time a question popped up in my mind.

Could it be...that she has discovered me?

I lifted up my clothes and took a look at the area an inch below my left chest.

This is the place Isabella touched the most just now.

There are three moles gathered together in a triangle in this place.

Isabella is my fiancée.

We have lived together for twenty years.

Although they are not yet married, she has definitely seen these three moles.

She had been touching it.

I don't know if this is a coincidence or if she has become suspicious of me.

Fortunately, I made sufficient preparations before returning.

Otherwise all the efforts will be in vain.

After a while.

Isabella dressed up and went out, saying she was going to the company, but I knew she knew nothing about the company's business.

Half an hour later.

Victoria Rossi returned to the villa with a group of bodyguards.

Don't look at her age, she is over 40.

But because she takes good care of herself, her outfit is very sexy, with black stockings and long legs.

The whole person exudes an attractive mature charm.

She was very drunk and was staggering when she walked.

When I sent Soberup Tonic.

But she didn't forget to let me drink first.

I have been lurking around the mother and daughter for more than a month.

The reason why I haven't had the chance to do it.

Mainly because they were both too cautious.

Let me taste everything first.

I took a sip of Soberup Tonic as usual, and Victoria then drank it boldly.

After drinking.

Victoria raised her hands and said to me, "Ryan, carry me back to the room."

"OK."

I went forward and picked her up.

Return to the room.

I had just put Victoria to bed and was about to leave.

She suddenly grabbed my hand.

I looked at her in confusion.

She bit her lips lightly and looked at me with dazed eyes.

The look in her eyes...

Like a hunter staring at a prey that is about to be caught...

"Ryan, am I beautiful?"

Victoria's face flushed and she bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth.

I swallowed, nodded and said "beautiful" without hesitation.

Victoria suddenly pulled hard.

I fell onto the bed, almost falling on top of this beauty.

The tempting fragrance rushed into my nose.

Especially the side face pressing against the towering softness.

It would be a lie to say that I had no thoughts at all.

To be honest.

I can't wait to ride on this slut right now.

But I can’t do that yet.

The villa was filled with bodyguards hired by the mother and daughter at a high price.

Once I make the slightest mistake, the clues will be revealed.

The end that awaits me is bound to be falling into an abyss.

So I pretended to be panicked and tried to get up.

But Victoria grabbed my neck.

The tempting red lips kissed me.

I didn't have time to dodge.

Victoria's demands were very crazy, and I was forced to respond.

After a deep kiss for a while.

Victoria panted, looking at me with a dazed look in her eyes, the fragrance from her mouth kept hitting my face: "Ryan, I asked you last time, you said you don't have a girlfriend, is it true?"

“I’m still single.”

I nodded and replied.

"How about I be your girlfriend?"

"ah?"

I was surprised.

I swear, I am not pretending to be shocked. I am really deeply shocked.

Victoria and I are almost thirty years apart in age.

She is even two years older than my mom.

I have thought about using rape to retaliate against Victoria.

But I really didn't expect that she would actually take the initiative to make such a request.

"You don't want to?"

Victoria frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy.

"I... I don't have any problem. In fact, I have liked you since the first time I saw you, but there is a big age gap between us and I want to keep this job, so..."

"So you don't dare to confess to me?"

"Yes, I do."

I nodded heavily.

When Victoria heard my affirmative answer, her face immediately broke into a smile.

You can see that she is in a very good mood now.

"You little rascal, if I don't take the initiative, are you going to bury your love for me deep in your heart?"

"I'm more afraid of not being able to be with you than having you."

I took the initiative to reach out and cup Victoria's cheeks.

Then he kissed her red lips.

After a fierce battle with lots of sweat.

Victoria was much more sober now.

She snuggled in my arms like a little girl.

I worriedly said, "I'm afraid Ms. Rossi won't be able to accept the situation we're in now..."

Victoria looked up at me and said, "What Ms. Rossi? She is your daughter from now on."

“……”

During dinner.

I prepared a table of food as Victoria instructed and waited for Isabella to come back.

After she got home.

As soon as the mother and daughter sat down, Victoria saw that I was done, so she waved and said, "Come here."

I took off my apron and walked over.

"sit."

I just sat down.

Isabella immediately frowned, looked at her mother in confusion and asked, "Mom, what do you mean by letting Ryan sit at the table?"

"My dear daughter, Ryan Gallagher and I are in love. From now on, you can no longer call him Ryan. You have to call him Mr. Gallagher, or... Dad."

Victoria took my hand with a sweet look on her face and solemnly introduced my new identity to her daughter.

Isabella immediately stood up and pointed at me in astonishment, and asked in disbelief: "Mom, are you kidding me? You...you want me to call him dad?"

"Daughter, I know it's hard for you to accept it at first, but you and Mr. Gallagher are truly in love."

Victoria held my hand, looking very happy.

Isabella's brain almost shut down.

She never dreamed that she would find the cook herself.

In just one month, he became his stepfather.

The key point is that she doesn't know that this "stepfather" is her exfiancé Ethan.

"Mom, let's go up and have a chat."

After Isabella calmed down.

The mother and daughter went upstairs.

After a while.

I could hear the quarrel between the mother and daughter from downstairs.

"Mom, he is 27 or 28 years younger than you. If you want to play with him like before, I have no objection..."

"Daughter, I'm not playing this time. I'm serious."

"How serious can you be? You've only known him for a month."

"I've been watching him for a month and I think he's fine."

"Mom, can you please wake up?"

"I am very sober."

"There's no way you two can do that!"

"Who said that? As long as we truly love each other, age is not a problem at all. Besides, I have taken good care of myself. Even if I go out with him, others will not misunderstand us."

"Mom, we've finally gotten to this point, and there's still no clear news on whether Ethan is alive or dead. If you're so irrational, it's easy to ruin everything we've worked so hard to get!"

"You suspected Ryan might be Ethan. You said you wanted to find an opportunity to test him. Have you done so?"

"I've tested it, and he's not Ethan."

"If that's the case, then what's the problem with me and him being in love?"

"Mom, I just think it's weird for you two to be together. You two won't have a future..."

"You mean to say that he is after my money?"

“Absolutely!”