Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 481

“You bitch, Honora,” Hendrix spat, his face contorted with rage. He raised his hand and struck her across the face with vicious force. “You don’t know, do you? You’re nothing but a bastard! I’m sterile. I never told Calista, but then she turned up pregnant. God knows which one of her sleazy lovers is your real father!”

The words struck Honora like a bolt of lightning.

“Your mother switched you with the Judson family’s real heiress for two reasons,” Hendrix sneered, spitting on the floor. “One, to give you a better life, and two, because she was terrified I’d find out she cheated on me! If you weren’t still worth something, I would have strangled you years ago. But tonight, I think I’ll have a taste of what your mother made with some other man.”

A tremor of fear shot through Honora. She struggled desperately, trying to break free from his grip, but her strength was nothing compared to his. He overpowered her with ease.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were planning,” Hendrix said with a cold smirk. “You were going to have someone take care of me, weren’t you? Make me blind and mute so I could never threaten you again. Am I right?”

Honora’s eyes widened in terror. She couldn’t believe he had seen right through her.

“The only reason I played dumb was because you were still useful,” he continued, his voice dripping with greed. “Twenty thousand a month—that’s not a small sum, is it?”

Honora’s body trembled like a leaf in the wind. “Please, let me go,” she begged, her voice cracking with despair. “I can still make money for you. You can sell me to anyone you want, just… just don’t you touch me.”

Hendrix laughed dismissively. “Make money for me? You think you’re still the so-called genius of Regal City, the precious Judson heiress? Your face is ruined. What rich man would want a worthless, disfigured piece of trash like you?”

No matter how much she fought, the inhuman beast on top of her wouldn’t let go.

Hearing this, the hatred in Honora’s heart intensified.

“Until I find a buyer, you can just keep servicing me,” he said, his appetite clearly not yet satisfied. “As long as you keep me happy, maybe I won’t have to hit you—”

Suddenly, his voice stopped.

His pupils dilated in shock, as if he had just seen a ghost. A thin line of blood trickled down from his hairline, tracing a path down his forehead.