Twin Mistresses？I'm Pregnant with Quads and Marrying Your Enemy - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"You're awake, Ophelia! How are you feeling?"
Magnus grabbed my hand, his face full of concern.
I pulled my hand away expressionlessly, but he immediately grabbed it again.
"Last night was all your fault. It was just a dog."
"Go apologize to Clarissa later. She's not petty—she'll forgive you."
My heart was numb, feeling no pain. I closed my eyes, not wanting to react anymore.
But he continued chattering on.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. "Where am I?"
Magnus looked uncomfortable. "Clarissa has claustrophobia, and Phoebe likes open spaces. They've taken over the master bedroom and guest rooms."
"Ophelia, you'll have to stay in the basement now."
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
Magnus rushed to answer, accidentally hitting speakerphone. Phoebe's coquettish voice came through: "Magnus, where are you? The wedding dress designer is here! Come back quickly!"
He looked at me with some panic and embarrassment. "Be good, I'll go handle something and be right back."
He immediately hung up the phone.
"Ophelia, you rest."
He got up and hurried out, his steps cheerful, just like on our wedding day, as if he had won some great victory.
After a while, I heard movement outside the door.
Clarissa and Phoebe came in, immediately mocking me.
"I didn't expect you to be so shameless, playing the victim just to survive."
Phoebe spat at me. "How pathetic. You went out with us before, it was like putting lipstick on a pig. You old hag—have some dignity!"
"Get out while you still can."
"Otherwise..."
Clarissa walked up to me, sneering: "Ophelia Grimwald, you don't really think Magnus still has feelings for you, do you?"
"Want us to prove who he cares about more—us or you?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a can of gasoline, a manic gleam flashing in her eyes.
I frowned, trying to walk past them. "What are you doing?"
But they grabbed me simultaneously and lit the gasoline!
Then they called out to Magnus: "Magnus, save us! We came to check on Ophelia, but she's trying to burn us alive!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Flames immediately shot up. I ran to the door but was forcibly dragged back by the two women.
The fire was about to spread to my body, and my lungs filled with thick smoke.
I desperately broke free from them, soaked a curtain, and pressed it firmly over my nose.
The next moment, the door was kicked open.
Magnus saw me and helped me up. "Ophelia, are you okay?"
But then Clarissa and Phoebe's cries rang out: "Help! Magnus, save us!"
Magnus grabbed my hand, his face full of concern.
I pulled my hand away expressionlessly, but he immediately grabbed it again.
"Last night was all your fault. It was just a dog."
"Go apologize to Clarissa later. She's not petty—she'll forgive you."
My heart was numb, feeling no pain. I closed my eyes, not wanting to react anymore.
But he continued chattering on.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. "Where am I?"
Magnus looked uncomfortable. "Clarissa has claustrophobia, and Phoebe likes open spaces. They've taken over the master bedroom and guest rooms."
"Ophelia, you'll have to stay in the basement now."
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
Magnus rushed to answer, accidentally hitting speakerphone. Phoebe's coquettish voice came through: "Magnus, where are you? The wedding dress designer is here! Come back quickly!"
He looked at me with some panic and embarrassment. "Be good, I'll go handle something and be right back."
He immediately hung up the phone.
"Ophelia, you rest."
He got up and hurried out, his steps cheerful, just like on our wedding day, as if he had won some great victory.
After a while, I heard movement outside the door.
Clarissa and Phoebe came in, immediately mocking me.
"I didn't expect you to be so shameless, playing the victim just to survive."
Phoebe spat at me. "How pathetic. You went out with us before, it was like putting lipstick on a pig. You old hag—have some dignity!"
"Get out while you still can."
"Otherwise..."
Clarissa walked up to me, sneering: "Ophelia Grimwald, you don't really think Magnus still has feelings for you, do you?"
"Want us to prove who he cares about more—us or you?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a can of gasoline, a manic gleam flashing in her eyes.
I frowned, trying to walk past them. "What are you doing?"
But they grabbed me simultaneously and lit the gasoline!
Then they called out to Magnus: "Magnus, save us! We came to check on Ophelia, but she's trying to burn us alive!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Flames immediately shot up. I ran to the door but was forcibly dragged back by the two women.
The fire was about to spread to my body, and my lungs filled with thick smoke.
I desperately broke free from them, soaked a curtain, and pressed it firmly over my nose.
The next moment, the door was kicked open.
Magnus saw me and helped me up. "Ophelia, are you okay?"
But then Clarissa and Phoebe's cries rang out: "Help! Magnus, save us!"
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