The Miracle Doctor's Revenge Return With Her Magic Triplets

Pain!

Stacey jolted awake, her surroundings shrouded in profound darkness.

The throbbing pain in her lower body instantly brought forth a realization - she was being raped!

Damn it!

The man on top of her was strong, impossible for her to push off.

She remembered coming to the Green family to treat Madam Green's illness.

Madam Green's grandson eyed her with a lewd gaze, and then a servant handed her a glass of water.

After drinking it, she felt dizzy and was led into a room...

But she was certain, this man was definitely not the young master of the Green family!

"Let me go!" Stacey struggled.

"Hmph." The guy's voice was rough and low, filled with anger. "You drugged me and threw yourself at me, and now you're acting like victim?"

Threw yourself at me?

Furiously, Stacey bit down hard on the man's shoulder.

A metallic taste filled her mouth.

The man grunted but fucked her even harsher.

Two hours later, the storm finally subsided.

Stacey was utterly drained.

The man fell asleep next to her.

With great effort, she sat up and grasped the man’s wrist, realizing that he, too, had been drugged.

He didn’t wake up. The drug was probably stronger for him. He was likely to sleep till tomorrow.

She had no idea who had set him up.

Stacey left a bite mark on the man as a token for future identification, then she locked the door and barricaded it with a chair.

She opened the window, pulled out a grappling hook from her waist, hooked it on the window frame, and prepared to make her escape.

As she glanced at the man on the bed, she smirked coldly, "You've been kinda useful. I've locked the door to make sure no one can replace you or frame you. No need to thank me. See ya."

With those words, she slid down the rope attached to the grappling hook, leaving the Green family behind.

The next day, Conor was awakened by the sound of banging on the door.

He sat up, blanket sliding to his waist, revealing an impeccable physique.

Broad shoulders, elegant collarbones, a tight eight-pack, his body sculpted like a work of art.

He moved and winced at the pain in his shoulder.

That's when he noticed the bite mark.

Hearing the banging outside, he dressed and approached the door.

Seeing the chairs blocking the door, he confirmed someone had done this on purpose.

Which meant, last night’s sex wasn't a dream.

He had spent the night with a woman.

And that woman left without making a sound.

For some reason, he felt a surge of anger.

She thought running away after a one-night stand was thrilling?

Wait and see. No matter where she was, he would hunt her down!

Six years later.

Stacey sat in the car, pensively watching the scenery outside.

Zephyria, it had been a while.

She was back because her biological father had “sold” her to the Burton family for money.

The reason was that Conor, the eldest son of the Burton family, had lost three fiancées in succession. Many said he was cursed.

However, according to her investigations, this was just a rumor spread by his enemies to smear him.

As Conor was nearing his thirties, the Burton family was getting anxious.

In the end, Madam Burton had someone read his fortune, which suggested he marry a woman with the surname Hampton.

This was the only way to break his curse.

Just as the Burton family was worried, the Hampton family offered their daughter.

This delighted Madam Burton, who immediately asked them to bring Stacey over.

However, The Hampton family didn't immediately agree.

Knowing their intentions, Madam Burton promptly wrote a check for three billion.

The Hampton family then had Stacey brought over.

However, they didn't tell the Burton family that Stacey was mentally impaired.

They were now approaching the Burton family villa.

Stacey's father, Brysen, asked her somberly, "Do you know what to do when we're at the Burton family?"

Pretending to be obedient, Stacey shook her head.

"Don't say a word when we get there. Do whatever they ask you to do, understand?" Brysen said sternly.

"What will they ask me to do?" Stacey asked innocently.

"How should I know?" Brysen was impatient.

He never expected that after sending Stacey to the countryside, she would fall into a river, have a high fever for three days, and wake up a fool.

If people found out he had a daughter who turned into a complete idiot, they would mock him right into the grave.

So he never breathed a word about Stacey to anyone.

If it wasn't for his company's financial mess and the tempting offer from the Burton family, he wouldn't have bothered bringing Stacey back.

Stacey suddenly burst into tears, "Daddy, please don't scold at me! I want to get out of the car. I want to go back!"

Brysen was at a loss for words and felt powerless. "Daddy wasn't scolding you. Just remember what Daddy said, stay quiet and hang in there until tomorrow."

As long as she and Conor consummate the marriage, the Burton family wouldn't be able to back out.

"But I can't hang in there." Stacey weakly protested.

"Listen, when we get back, Daddy will buy you all the candy you want." Brysen thought he could easily trick Stacey with candy, considering she was a fool.

Stacey bit her lip, looking at Brysen's wrist, "Daddy, the watch."

"What?" Brysen was completely surprised.

"Daddy's watch is so shiny. I really like it." Stacey's eyes were innocent, without any hidden agenda.

She seemed genuinely drawn to the watch, not the wealth it represented.

Brysen hesitated, "Sorry, sweetheart, this watch is really pricey.

"Wuu..." Stacey was on the brink of tears.

Brysen was annoyed, and they were nearly at the Burton family's grand villa. He couldn't let the Burtons see her acting like a child.

With a sigh, Brysen took off his watch and gave it to Stacey, "Make sure you give it back to Daddy in three days, okay? Don't lose it."

"Okay." Stacey agreed outwardly, but inwardly, she was fuming.

Give it back?

A cold smirk crossed Stacey's face. No way she was giving it back!

She would sell it later and make a good amount of money from him.

At this point, they were getting closer to the Burton family's villa.

Brysen hurried her, "Put on the red veil."

Stacey, however, was too busy playing with the watch.

What a fool.

Brysen wasn't happy, but he figured arguing with a fool would only make him look like one.

So, he put a veil on her himself.

In that moment, a strange sparkle flashed in Stacey’s innocent, dark eyes.

"Don't forget Daddy's words. Don't speak. Just do what they tell you to do, got it?" Brysen reminded her.

The driver halted the car at the entrance of the Burton family's villa.

Brysen got out, telling Stacey to stay for a moment.

He went around to her side, opened the door, and helped her out.

Just then, the front door of the Burton villa opened wide.

Madam Burton emerged, grinning, with a man and a woman following behind her, both of them being servants.

"So, this is Stacey?" Madam Burton asked pleasantly.

"Yes, Ma'am." Brysen replied with a forced smile. "I trust you'll take good care of my little girl, Ma'am."

"No matter what, once she's part of the Burton family, we'll treat her well," Madam Burton answered, her tone a bit mysterious. " May I see her?"

"Ma'am, remember what the fortuneteller said? Only Young Master Burton should lift the bride's red veil, to ward off bad luck," Brysen reminded.

"Ah, of course, how could I forget? I am sorry," Madam Burton laughed. "Elodie, help our new bride upstairs."

"Yes," Elodie answered. Stepping up to Stacey, she said, "Follow me. Miss."

Stacey stepped back, hiding behind Brysen.

Brysen frowned, whispering, "Did you forget what daddy told you?"

Stacey instantly did as she was told.

Elodie forced a smile. She had a weird feeling about all this.

She took Stacey's hand and said, "Your hand is so tiny and soft, just like a fine young lady's."

Brysen awkwardly answered, "Yes, it's quite lovely."

Hidden by her red veil, Stacey let out a silent laugh. If she gave the frail Young Master Burton a fright, Brysen would be in trouble.

After all, she was the fool here, and they wouldn't blame her.

Elodie guided Stacey inside.

Madam Burton cheerfully said, "Mr. Hampton, you may leave now. You can see your daughter in three days."

"Okay," Brysen nodded.

Even though he felt uneasy, he wanted to get out of this tricky spot as fast as he could.

He hopped back into the car and told the driver to drive away from the Burton family villa.

Elodie took Stacey up to the third floor.

Standing outside Conor's room, she announced, "Young Master, the bride has arrived."

There was no answer from inside.

Elodie opened the door and reassured, "Go on in. Don't be scared. The young master is a good man."

Stacey snorted silently. Conor, a good man?

Had she asked the folks of Zephyria?

Did they agree?

Everyone knew that Conor was the overlord of Zephyria.

He used his family's influence to do as he pleased in Zephyria.

And, he was pretty savvy in business.

Despite his poor health, his company was growing bigger each year, becoming a force to be reckoned with.

Stacey stepped into the room.

Elodie quickly shut the door.

Hearing the door close with a thud behind her, Stacey sighed. She had no idea how Conor would deal with her.

Just then, a cool and captivating presence approached her.

Conor looked down at his new wife, who was a good head shorter than him, "So, you're Stacey?"

Stacey was surprised. She didn't expect Young Master Burton's voice to be quite charming. It was low and resonant, with a frosty vibe.

But it sounded familiar.

Yet, she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

As she was lost in thought, her vision suddenly cleared.

Without her noticing, her veil had been lifted.

Their eyes locked.

Stacey felt a bit uncomfortable, but she quickly composed herself and looked back at him with her big, innocent eyes.

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

She silently studied Conor. Although she had done her research on this man and seen his pictures, she had to admit, he was way more handsome in person!

Conor was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, radiating a sense of grace and dignity. His designer belt accentuated his fit and strong waist. His broad shoulders looked inviting to lean on. His long, lean legs made his pants look flawless, like he was a runway model.

Now, looking at his face, with its perfectly sculpted features, alluring and cold, his eyes were narrow and deep, his gaze intense and enigmatic, his nose high and elegant, and his lips rosy.

He looked at her like a king, distant and unapproachable.

Why was she so ugly?

"Stacey?" Conor frowned.

Stacey nodded.

"Brysen told me you were a beauty." Conor's eyes turned icy.

Brysen dared to deceive him!

He sure had some nerve.

Stacey stared at Conor's face, innocently blurting out, "Stace, that means pretty."

Conor was speechless.

"Do you have no sense of beauty?" Conor's expression turned chilly.

"What's beauty? Can I eat it?" Stacey tilted her head.

A frown creased Conor's handsome forehead.

He didn't need to ask Brysen now.

He was sure, Stacey was a simpleton.

Unaware of what a sense of beauty was, she couldn't be uneducated, just foolish.

But even if Stacey wasn't typically pretty, she had a pair of incredibly beautiful eyes. They were sweet, innocent doe eyes that stirred feelings of affection and warmth.

Conor thought it over. Although annoyed at being tricked by Brysen, the thought of sending Stacey back and having his family continue to find a woman for him was a hassle he didn't want.

If someone took this chance to send a spy to him, he'd have to be cautious.

It was better to keep Stacey with him. Even though she was a fool, it would save him some trouble.

"My name is Conor," Conor's voice was deep, his handsome face impassive as he looked at her. "I'm your husband."

"What's a husband? Can I eat it?" Stacey decided to play the fool.

It seemed Conor had no intention of sending her away.

Perhaps he thought her innocence made her safe to keep around.

She had heard that the Burton family was far from peaceful.

Conor's health was weak, and his cousins were eyeing his position as the CEO of the corporation.

He must be concerned about people around him being bought off, so he probably thought keeping a simpleton by his side was not a bad idea, at least he wouldn't have to be on guard all the time.

After all, constantly being on guard could lead to moments of carelessness.

"A husband is someone who is in charge of you," Conor rubbed his temple, his tone frosty. "Whatever I say, you do. Get it?"

Stacey sneered inside, this man was a real control freak!

He dared to fool her like this!

"Oh!" Stacey pretended to obey, "So what's a husband, exactly?"

Conor's brows knitted in irritation, "A husband is just a husband."

He knew Stacey was naive, so he had no choice but to patiently explain to her.

Seeing his annoyed look, Stacey said in a pitiful voice, "I get it, husband."

"That's not how you use 'husband'." Conor's dark eyes were deep, coolly correcting her, "From now on, call me 'honey'."

Stacey was speechless.

This man was really pushing his luck.

"Okay, Stace gets it, honey man." Stacey said in her innocent way.