His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 508

Dominic froze. Staring at the fiercely radiant heiress before him, a flicker of greedy devotion he had never dared to dream of ignited in his heart.

Refusing to stay a second longer, he spun around and sprinted into the rain, fleeing the scene.

Afterward, Grant pulled some strings and sent every single guy who dared to mess with Gemma straight to juvenile detention.

And from that day on, everyone in Chicago's elite circles knew one thing: the Harrington heiress kept a rabid attack dog by her side."

As Julian finished his story, he crushed the remnants of his cigar into the crystal ashtray.

He looked up, locking his gaze onto Gemma's cold, pristine face.

"So, Mrs. Harrington?" He placed heavy emphasis on those two words, his tone dripping with malicious probing. "Does this story sound familiar?"

Gemma lowered her eyelashes, her gaze fixed on the gently rippling water in her glass.

Those scenes actually did exist in her mind.

In fact, while Julian was speaking, those exact moments played back vaguely in her head.

Even the freezing temperature of the rain and the metallic tang of blood on Dominic's clothes felt incredibly real.

"It seems... it really did happen." Her tone was even, though she didn't dare lift her head to meet the man's eyes.

Julian blinked in surprise, then suddenly burst into laughter, the sound growing louder and more jarring in the empty living room.

"Happened? Of course it happened!" He abruptly stood up, leaning over the marble coffee table to loom over her, his eyes filled with intense scrutiny. "But do you really think you're Gemma?"

Gemma finally looked up, her clear eyes meeting his directly. Gone was her previous indifference, replaced by a lingering wave of confusion.

The villa plunged back into absolute silence.

Gemma sat on the sofa for a very long time, only rising when the water in her glass had turned completely cold.

She returned to the master bedroom, pulling the black smartphone from the bottom drawer of her vanity.

Felicity's accusations echoed in her mind, alongside Dominic's morbid insistence that "we can have another child... let's start over," and the incredibly long story Julian had just spun for her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her gaze was crystal clear.

She opened the contacts app. There was only one number saved, completely devoid of a name.

Her finger hovered over the screen for just a fraction of a second before she hit the dial button.