She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 226

For the next period of time, Hilda lived in a total daze.

She practically lost her memory of those days.

Only fragmented flashes remained.

On the sofa by the bedroom window, a man and a woman entangled like wild animals. Later, the man answered a phone call, likely needing to handle some business. He stood by the sofa adjusting his clothes, looking down at her as if she were a cheap whore.

When he left, she was still half-undressed, her hair a tangled mess.

In her broken memories.

She and Luther had gotten their marriage license.

They were husband and wife again.

Luther punished her by keeping the two children at the main estate, only bringing them back occasionally. During those times, Luther would clean her up so she looked presentable enough to eat dinner and read with them, but the kids almost never spent the night at the Silverlake Villa.

Eleanor tried to intervene.

But twenty bodyguards were stationed around the property.

No one was allowed inside the Silverlake Villa.

For an entire month, Hilda and Luther were entangled like beasts.

...

One night in early April.

As usual, Luther pinned her against the edge of the bed, ready to take her. Hilda didn't even fight back anymore. She was like a lifeless doll. No matter how strong-willed a woman was, enduring Luther's relentless treatment without completely snapping was already a miracle.

Halfway through, Luther suddenly stopped.

His eyes darkened.

After a long moment, he pulled away and made a phone call.

When he hung up, his gaze grew even heavier. He took a quick shower, cleaned Hilda up, and carried her downstairs in his arms. She was still completely out of it.

On the first floor, Wilma had been living in constant anxiety.

For the past month, Mr. Sanford had completely lost his mind.

And Madam had likely been driven mad as well.

Every single night, explicit sounds echoed from the second floor.

It was hard to call it abuse, since it was just aggressive intimacy, and Madam never had any visible bruises.

It was simply too much.

Madam's mental state was deteriorating rapidly.

She hadn't even stepped out of the front door.

Wilma was wiping down the furniture when she heard them on the stairs. She quickly looked up, freezing in her tracks before stammering, "What happened to Madam?"

Luther's tone was tight. "She might be pregnant."

Wilma let out a soft gasp.

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