After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 54

**Clocks Lie To Hearts by Asa River Flint**

Louisa stirred awake in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with an unsettling tension. The soft glow of a solitary bulb cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the oppressive atmosphere wrapped around her like a heavy blanket. She found herself sprawled on a bed, its sheets crumpled and uninviting. Above her loomed a large camera, its lens unblinking and cold, a silent witness to whatever horrors were about to unfold.

Beside the bed lay an assortment of sex toys, their presence both bizarre and menacing, alongside syringes that glinted ominously in the dim light. A wave of panic washed over her as a chaotic sensation surged through her body; an unbearable heat coursed through her veins, accompanied by an insatiable itch that clawed at her skin.

Louisa, a woman well-versed in the complexities of intimacy, immediately recognized the signs. Her body was betraying her, a clear indication that she had been drugged. The implications of this realization sent a chill down her spine. She could already envision the dark path that lay ahead, and it filled her with dread.

With a surge of adrenaline, she swung her legs off the bed and swiftly rummaged through her purse, retrieving a small knife and her phone. The cold metal felt reassuring in her grip, a small semblance of power against the overwhelming fear that threatened to engulf her. She opened her contacts, her heart racing as she searched for a lifeline. Sadie or Flora—either one would do. Their names were pinned at the top, a beacon of hope in her desperate situation.

George’s name was also there, but she dismissed it with a wave of resentment. She couldn’t rely on him now, not after what she had learned. Her hands trembled violently, the heavy dose of aphrodisiac coursing through her system making it nearly impossible to hold the phone steady. Just as she was about to dial, she heard footsteps approaching from outside, their heavy thuds resonating ominously in the silence.

The voices that followed sent a jolt of terror through her.

“I heard today’s woman is a top-tier beauty.”

“That’s nothing. I heard her husband is the one who sent her to us. He told us to use her roughly, no holding back.”

“Not just that—we’re supposed to film the whole process.”

“Just thinking about it gets me excited.”

Each word felt like a dagger to Louisa’s heart, shattering her already fragile sense of security. How could George do this to her? The betrayal was staggering, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. She needed to focus on escaping.

Frantically, she attempted to call Flora, but her shaking fingers betrayed her, inadvertently dialing George instead. Panic surged as she moved to hang up, but fate had other plans. The call connected, and the voice that greeted her was not George’s but Vivian’s, dripping with malice.

“Why are you calling us? Aren’t the men we arranged for you satisfactory? Take your time. These five men are quite extraordinary. One has never touched a woman before and has gone mad with desire. Another has a terrifying sex addiction. They say no woman has survived his attentions.”

Louisa’s heart raced as she listened, a sense of dread pooling in her stomach.

“Oh, and one has AIDS. These five men were personally selected by George and me. Surprised? Delighted? Pray they torture you to death quickly. Living would be more painful. Feel free to call the police. With the Capulet Group and Price Group united, do you think you could survive in Silverlight City? With no family background or connections, killing you would be as simple as crushing an ant.”

Vivian’s cruel laughter echoed in Louisa’s mind.

Backed into a corner, her heart pounding, she watched as they closed in, their hands reaching out with malicious intent.

With a surge of defiance, she raised the knife, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her insides. “If you come any closer, I’ll die right here. You won’t just lose me—you’ll face murder charges.”

“Wow! I like it wild!” one of them taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“If you really have the courage, do it!” another jeered, their bravado only fueling her desperation.

The men exchanged glances, their confidence unshaken by her threat. In an instant, one of them lunged forward, grabbing her and throwing her onto the bed. The impact left her dizzy, and a man straddled her, his eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement as he unbuckled his belt.

In a frenzy, Louisa waved the knife, her voice rising in a fierce command. “Get away! All of you, get away!”

The man hesitated, momentarily taken aback. Seizing the opportunity, she slashed the knife across her delicate wrist, crimson blood gushing forth. The pain was sharp, but the need for control outweighed it. She cut again, showing no mercy to herself, and then pointed the bloody tip of the knife at them, her eyes wild and bloodshot. “Get out! All of you, get out!”

The room was thick with tension, the air crackling with the weight of her defiance. In that moment, she was not just a victim; she was a warrior, ready to fight for her life against the darkness that threatened to consume her.