No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 41

**Chapter 41: She’s All Yours Tonight**

Amelia sat there, a chill coursing through her entire being, her complexion as pale as freshly bleached linen. The world around her felt distant, muffled, as if she were submerged underwater, struggling to breathe.

It dawned on her, with a sinking feeling, that in Ethan’s twisted reality, her safety and dignity were nothing more than mere instruments for his so-called “training.” The realization was like a cold slap across her face, leaving her reeling in disbelief.

In the midst of her daze, Beatrice swooped in like a hawk, snatching Amelia’s phone from her grasp with a triumphant smirk. “Let me see what has captured your attention so completely,” she taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. As she scanned the message on the screen, her grin widened into a full-blown smile, one that dripped with mockery. A light, derisive laugh escaped her lips, echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Leaning closer, Beatrice whispered into Amelia’s ear, each word slicing through the air like a dagger. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your little rendezvous with Ethan before I summoned you here?”

A shiver raced down Amelia’s spine, a visceral reaction to Beatrice’s taunts.

So, she had been keeping tabs.

Beatrice was well-informed; she knew all about the fierce arguments that had erupted between Amelia and Ethan, the tension that had been building like a storm cloud. She was aware that Amelia hadn’t set foot in that villa for what felt like an eternity.

Now, stripped of Ethan’s protection and the title of his wife, Amelia was nothing more than a pawn in the Harlows’ game, a mere object for them to manipulate and use at their convenience.

“Give me back my phone!” Amelia cried out, reaching for it, desperation clawing at her. But the room began to blur, her vision doubling as dizziness washed over her like a tidal wave.

Her legs felt like jelly, and before she could fully comprehend what was happening, darkness enveloped her. She slumped heavily onto the table, the hard surface pressing against her cheek.

Just as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, a horrifying realization struck her with the force of a lightning bolt:

Beatrice had poisoned her drink.

As Amelia lay there, vulnerable and incapacitated, Beatrice regarded her with a self-satisfied smirk, raising an eyebrow as if she were admiring a prized possession. Turning to Steven, she declared with a tone of ownership, “She’s all yours tonight.”

A gleam of excitement ignited in Steven’s eyes, his face transforming into a lecherous grin. He rubbed his hands together, a satisfied chuckle escaping his lips. “Fantastic! With your generous offer, Ms. Harlow, our agreement is sealed! Swing by my office tomorrow, and we can finalize the contract.”

The prospect of having Amelia at his disposal thrilled him to no end. He glanced at Beatrice, curiosity piqued. “Ms. Harlow, aren’t you concerned she might regain consciousness and come after you?”

Beatrice let out a derisive snort, poking Amelia’s cheek with a finger, as if she were prodding a lifeless doll. “Her? Does she even have the guts to do that?”

One of the men at the table, clearly uneasy, interjected, “But Mr. Decker, Amelia is still technically Ethan Rowe’s wife. If you really—wouldn’t Mr. Rowe retaliate?”

“Ethan?” Beatrice erupted into laughter, her mirth ringing hollow. “Did you see how he behaved earlier? Amelia holds no significance for him anymore. He’s done with her—doesn’t care where she lands.”

Her eyes gleamed with a cold, cruel light. “Besides, I instructed Mr. Decker to film the entire encounter. With that footage in our possession, she’ll be more compliant than a trained pet.”

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