She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 66

Hilda was stunned.

A split second later, she sensed the danger.

Before she could react, Luther hoisted her onto the desk. She tried to speak, but he flipped her over, pressing her down from behind. His lips brushed against her ear, scorching hot, and his voice was thick with extreme suppression: "Why couldn't you wait? Why did you give yourself so easily and have someone else's child? Why?"

His words were followed by a sharp smack echoing in the room.

Hilda froze in shock.

She had never imagined Luther would punish her like this.

After a few strikes, her lower back went entirely numb.

As she struggled, he gripped the back of her neck, forcing her head to the side to kiss her. The kiss was brutal and punishing, as if he wanted to devour her whole. She tried to open her mouth, but he crushed every sound she made, swallowing her protests. She felt the cold leather of his belt being pulled free from his waist. It was obvious he intended to take her right there. Hilda knew perfectly well that if Luther decided to force himself on her, she wouldn't be able to stop him.

The study was filled with nothing but heavy breathing.

—And an utterly irrational man.

"Luther."

Every word she tried to speak shattered in the air.

He yanked her head back by her hair.

Kissing her even more fiercely.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.

The name 'Jolie' flashed on the screen.

Luther ignored it.

The screen went dark, then stubbornly lit up again. Naturally, it was the same woman calling. The name finally seemed to drag the man back to his senses. Luther stopped, picked up the phone with one hand, and answered. Through the receiver, a muffled voice could be heard, laced with the sound of a woman crying.

He hung up.

Luther completely released Hilda.

He stared at her.

Under the chandelier, her exposed skin practically glowed white. She lay there, the delicate dip between her thin shoulder blades looking dangerously inviting, tracing all the way down to her lower back. It was a body designed to drive a man insane.

His voice was hoarse. "I'm going downstairs."

"Luther."

But the only response she got was the sound of the door closing.

Hilda knew she couldn't stay here any longer.

Luther never made empty threats.

She had to take Annie and leave immediately.

But the moment she stepped out of the study, she found Lori and two bodyguards waiting. Lori looked deeply apologetic. "Mr. Sanford's orders. You cannot leave the premises, and you definitely cannot take Miss Annie. I'll handle your paperwork first thing tomorrow. If everything goes smoothly, you and Miss Annie will be flying to Switzerland to settle down in three days. This apartment is just temporary. Tomorrow morning, Mr. Sanford will have you moved to a more private and secure villa."

Hilda stared in disbelief—

Luther was placing her under house arrest.

Lori looked equally conflicted.

Mr. Sanford was entirely deaf to reason right now.

Though, she could understand why.

"Luther, I only did it because I..."

Her voice abruptly died in her throat.

Yes...

Who was she to Luther?

He had never explicitly promised to marry her.

Until he actually put a ring on her finger, everything was just an illusion.

He could change his mind at any second.

Suddenly, a horrifying realization dawned on Jolie. "Luther, you like Hilda, don't you? You don't want to divorce her. You want to stay with her forever! Did you forget that child is a bastard?"

Another slap struck her face.

Luther turned sideways, crushing his cigarette out on the concrete planter.

He didn't even spare her another glance as he walked away.

Jolie stood frozen in the winter wind.

She suddenly understood—

For a man like Luther, his family and his power would always be his first choices. And yet, she had overestimated herself, trying to use her feelings to threaten him. In his mind, even if he genuinely wanted that bitch Hilda, Jolie was expected to accept it. She was expected to tolerate Hilda's existence.

She finally got it.

Luther wanted Hilda.