His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 523

That bone structure, the contours of her eyes, and the upward tilt of her eyes when she smiled...

There was absolutely no way Dominic Harrington could ever mistake her!

It was her! It was his deeply missed wife, Gemma Harrington!

The cigar slipped from his fingers, falling into a puddle on the steps.

Dominic stumbled a half-step forward and reached out almost instinctively, snatching the tablet right out of Zachary's hands.

His long fingers gripped the device so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Gemma..."

Archer stood a few paces down the steps, watching this powerful tycoon, who single-handedly controlled Chicago, lose control of his emotions and reveal such a pathetic, manic side. His own gaze remained entirely unfazed.

"A year and a half ago, Mrs. Harrington faked her death, and you cast a massive net to search for her for eighteen long months. Little did you know, she changed her entire life just to escape you, living completely free and happy."

Dominic abruptly looked up, his dark eyes entirely bloodshot, surging with a violent mix of rage, shock, and the ecstatic ecstasy of finding what he had lost.

"The address!"

Archer stared him down, not yielding a single inch. "I want my wife."

In that moment, Dominic had no more hesitation. He spun around and roared at the butler on the steps, "Go to the second floor and bring that woman down! Prep the jet! Request a flight path! I am going personally to... bring her back!"

In less than two minutes, "Gemma" was escorted out of the main house by two maids.

She wore a thin silk nightgown with a light shawl hastily thrown over her shoulders. Her face was pale, clearly still confused about what was happening.

As soon as she stepped out the doors, a tall, dark figure strode toward her.

It was Archer.

He stripped off his black cashmere coat and wrapped her up tightly, enveloping her completely in the crisp, familiar scent of Oud & Bergamot.

"I am taking you home," he said, his voice raspy as he bent down and swept her up into his arms.

"Gemma" rested against his broad chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat. The nerves that had been wound tight all night inexplicably relaxed, and she didn't struggle.

Archer carried her and turned to get into the car. Zachary respectfully handed Dominic a slip of paper with the coordinates written on it.

"Virginia..." Archer hesitated slightly.

"Do it."

"Gemma's" eyes were completely resolute.

She had been back for days and had undergone a full-body checkup. Her physical condition was fully capable of enduring the serum's side effects.

This time, she had to know exactly who she truly was!

The needle pierced her vein.

The pale blue liquid was slowly pushed in.

For the first minute, the woman on the bed showed no reaction.

But soon after, "Gemma's" body suddenly seized up, arching back like a tightly drawn bow.

The next second, her eyes flew open, her pupils dilating as an incredibly agonizing scream tore from her throat.