Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Book 3- Chapter 2

Before the party ended, news of the Green family scandal had already shot to the top of the trending topics.

Having a child yet coming to deceive in marriage - this was enough to instantly shatter the good image the Green family had maintained for so many years. The Green family immediately announced the termination of all cooperation projects with the Parker family.

John was the sole heir to the Green Group, disabled, with his father gravely ill.

Rumors circulated that John Green avoided women and was homosexual, little knowing he already had a son with the gardener's daughter.

Given the Green family's social status and influence, he knew it would be impossible to give the gardener's daughter official recognition.

To cover this up and to truly become the head of the Green family, he colluded with Sofia to set me up.

As long as I married into the Green family, the Parker family's eldest son would receive financial support for the Green family's projects. John Green could also use me as a cover, allowing his real family of three to live happily.

Killing two birds with one stone. Perfect.

As for whether I lived or died, no one cared.

The guests dispersed.

My father, my husband from my previous life - Sebastian - slapped me hard several times.

"You money-losing trash! Arranging for you to marry John was doing you a favor! So what if he already has someone he loves?

You'd go there as a figurehead, but you'd still be the official Mrs.

Green. Isn't that enough? That's the Green family!"

"You actually dared to expose the Green family publicly, ruining the marriage alliance and the project!"

"Helen, it's all your fault! You ruined my birthday party! It's all because of you! I'll beat you to death!"

My brother, dressed in an exquisite tuxedo, punched and kicked me, his eyes full of hatred "Helen! Don't you know your place? You're just a whore, yet you dare to act high and mighty!" "Now that you've offended the Green family, my project funding is gone too! This is all your doing, you harbinger of misfortune!

Why don't you just die!"

My elder brother, Philip Parker, pointed at my nose, seemingly wishing I would die right then and there.

Sofia cursed loudly, grabbing a nearby vase and hurling it at me.

I tilted my body, and the vase shattered on the ground.

"Getting clever, are we? You dare to dodge now? You money-losing piece of trash, what use are you to me..."

I pressed my tongue against the side of my stinging cheek, imprinting their current expressions one by one in my heart.

With a smile, I headed towards my room.

In the vast Parker family villa, there wasn't even a single photo of me, let alone a memorial tablet.

Sebastian and Sofia had killed me, yet they could live their good lives so nonchalantly.

As if I had never existed in this world at all.

I looked around this opulent villa, the piercing hatred and anger burning in hell...

The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

It was Sebastian, standing at the door with breakfast, asking gently if I was hungry, if my face still hurt, appearing extremely sincere. For a moment, it made me feel confused.

This was how Sebastian had pursued me in college, with the same smile, the same care and concern, his eyes always full of attentiveness.

For three years, rain or shine, he would appear punctually at the bottom of the dormitory every morning, bringing carefully prepared breakfast.

He never missed a single holiday, big or small, always going to great lengths to make me happy.

Three years, a full three years, I was moved by him and became his girlfriend.

"Helen, what are you thinking about? Can Dad come in?"

The memory was pulled back, and I shifted my body, leaning against the doorframe, not taking the tray from his hands.

"Just say it. What do you want?"

I went straight to the point, having no time to waste with him here. I had important things waiting for me to do.

Sebastian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to be so direct. He put down the tray and smiled at me.

"Helen, this project of your elder brother's is very important for our Parker family. Didn't you save Lilly Stewart's life when you were young? Go ask her for a favor. She'll surely repay you and help our Parker family." "The Parker family now needs your brother's project. As a daughter of the Parker family, surely you don't want to see the Parker family ruined by your hand?"

"If we can't get this project, our Parker family's company will face bankruptcy."

"You ruined the marriage alliance yesterday, and the project fell through. Today, you must find a way to get the project back."

"He's incapable himself, and he blames me? It seems the Parker family isn't as glorious as it appears on the surface. Has it come to the point of selling daughters for glory?"

"Helen! He's your elder brother! We've raised you for twenty years, provided for your food, your clothes, your education, spent so much money. Using you to exchange for your brother's future isn't too much to ask, is it?"

I sneered. Sebastian was playing his cards well. Raising a daughter wasn't for nothing; every step was carefully calculated.

Well, if people can kill for money, what's selling a daughter in comparison?

For him, this was just a small matter, wasn't it?

I quickly searched through the original owner's memories about Lilly.

Lilly's parents had passed away in the past two years. She was the only daughter and now the head of the Stewart Group.

When Helen was young, the Parker and Stewart families were business allies, with frequent interactions.

But for some unknown reason, after Mrs. Stewart's death, Lilly publicly severed all business ties with the Parker family.

She was willing to pay a hefty breach of contract fee, leaving no room for reconciliation. It was very resolute.

Lilly was three years older than me. I had saved her life when we were young.

When Mr. Stewart was alive, he had publicly mentioned that this debt of gratitude would be repaid, no matter when.

So Sebastian had set his sights on me, believing that regardless of any deep grudges between the two families, Mr. Stewart's words would still hold.

He was certain that as long as I asked Lilly in my capacity, whether for the sake of face or to repay the debt of gratitude, she would agree.

But he overlooked one crucial point: I wasn't Helen, I was Julia.