Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 501

Vivienne had never seen anything like this. She was terrified, screaming and scrambling to escape in every direction.

But she was no match for the thugs. In a few rough moves, her hands were bound, and she was tossed onto the sofa. She cried and begged for mercy, even using the Ravenshire family as a threat, but it was useless. Fortunately, just as the hem of her skirt was being ripped, Preston arrived.

The thugs were instantly outmatched by a born predator. It was a brutal defeat.

Preston stared at the torn plaid skirt, his usual calm demeanor fading slightly. He sat down casually near Vivienne's legs, grabbed the restraints around her wrists, and pulled her close.

"What are you crying for? Do you remember who tore it?"

Vivienne shook her head in terror.

The hostility in Preston's eyes deepened. He lazily toyed with the coarse rope in his hands. "It seems I interrupted your fun?" he said, making a move to stand up.

"No!" Vivienne trembled violently and pointed a shaky finger blindly into the crowd. "It was him."

Preston smiled in satisfaction. He reached out and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "That's better. When someone bullies you, crying shouldn't be your only reaction."

With that, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. His warm chest pressed tightly against her back. Feeling her stiffen, Preston took her hands from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder blade.

"Don't be afraid. They're just trash. We just need to dispose of them."

He held a delicate silver pistol and guided her hands to rack the slide.

Vivienne turned deathly pale. She had never touched a gun, let alone killed anyone. She didn't dare.

Sensing her resistance, Preston clamped a hand over her jaw, forcing her to stare directly at her fear. With his other hand, he guided her index finger to squeeze the trigger.

In her previous life, Preston had feelings for her but kept strings attached to other women. His excuse was always that her social standing was too low for a proper marriage.

But once she embraced her villainous role, she wasn't so easily manipulated. Preston still desired her, but she couldn't stand him. She used him when convenient and kicked him aside when she didn't need him, infuriating him to the point where he often wanted to destroy her.

Preston thought he had her perfectly under his thumb. His method of control was bribing Serena Lowe, offering her massive incentives to gladly sell out her own daughter.

Later, when she fell in love with Alaric, Preston mocked her for being delusional. He clearly thought she had no chance, sometimes even showing up just to gloat over her lack of progress.

But he ultimately miscalculated. A twentieth birthday banquet rewrote her destiny, and she became Alaric's fiancée, the young madam of the Ravenshire family.

To avoid suspicion, she drew a clear line with Preston and ruthlessly declared they would never speak again.

Preston went completely insane. On the day of her engagement party, he forced his way into her room to sleep with her. While they were struggling, Alaric knocked on the door and walked right in.