His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 778

Damp, gloomy, and bone-chilling.

A musty stench of dust mingled with the sharp scent of tobacco hit Marilla as she struggled to pry her heavy eyelids open, blurring the line between dream and reality.

In her daze, she felt a pair of hands, cold as a serpent's tongue, slithering across her skin.

"Who?"

Marilla snapped her eyes wide open as if breaking free from a nightmare, only to plunge into another terrifying dream.

There sat Alston by her bed, his pallid fingers restlessly traveling up from her slender ankles, caressing her skin with a touch as smooth as polished marble.

"Don't touch me!"

Marilla trembled all over, desperately trying to break free, only to find her limbs bound, rendering her helpless!

Powerless and despondent, she watched the man's vile hands defile her, enduring the scorching shame that filled her veins like molten lava.

"Don't want it?"

Alston's mocking smile curled as he whispered into her tender ear, his breath heavy with desire, "You told your fiancé 'no', didn't that mean 'yes'? You've lived with a man for so long, what haven't you tried? Come on, let's have some fun, my soon-to-be wife."

"You're not my fiancé, you're not!" Marilla choked back tears, shaking her head vigorously, trying to escape the repulsive entanglement.

"Don't play hard to get!"

Losing patience, Alston revealed his vile nature, his eyes glaring as he swung his arm and slapped her, "You, rejected by the Fairhaven family as a lunatic, were graciously taken in by the Bartleys, and you show no gratitude. Instead, you sneak around with other men! Do you think Aaron cares for you? He's just enjoying the thrill of conquest! Just like I despise Jareth, I must marry you to make him watch helplessly as his woman falls into another man's hands!"

With those words, Alston climbed onto the bed, pinning down her delicate body, fumbling with his tie, his eyes lit with unsatisfied craving, "After all, you're no innocent; Jareth has had his way with you. What's one more time to you? Marilla, tonight, let's pretend this is our bridal chamber."

Marilla shook uncontrollably, tears cascading down her pale cheeks as she screamed hoarsely, struggling,

"Get off, get away! Don't touch me!"

To Alston, her frantic movements were nothing but exciting.

The sight of her tear-stained face, so vulnerable and nearly shattered, ignited a fire within him, a desire to torment her ruthlessly!

Would he finally fulfill the wicked desires that eluded him since his youth this very night?

As Alston unbuckled his belt, the bedroom door burst open.

A man and a woman stood at the threshold, their attire screaming wealth and privilege.

"What's the rush? Can't wait to have your way?" The woman in a fiery red dress folded her arms, reveling in the drama.

"Alston, I told you back in school, you've always had a thing for Marilla and you just didn't know it, right?"

The slick-haired man in the designer blue suit eyed the girl on the bed, licking his lips, "What's that saying? When old classmates meet, it's just game on!"

Through her tears, when Marilla recognized those two, her body stiffened, and a wave of icy dread washed over her, freezing every nerve.

So many years had passed.

She thought she had forgotten, yet with just one glance, she could name each one of them, even if they turned to ashes, she would recognize them.

Those six devils.