The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 330

Collapsing into his embrace and feeling the steady, powerful thud of his heart, the sheer terror and injustice that the drugs had forcibly suppressed completely shattered through Nora's defenses.

Her hands uselessly clawed at his shirt as tears slid silently down her face, soaking the fabric over his chest.

Gideon held the violently trembling woman against him, spun around, and marched methodically out of the room.

"Whichever hand he touched her with, destroy it."

Behind him, a massive bodyguard stepped forward, utterly devoid of emotion. He locked his boot onto the hand Winston had just used to grab Nora and stomped down mercilessly.

CRACK—

A sickening, horrific crunch of bone shattered the silence in the room.

"AHHH—! MY HAND!!! Mr. Hayes, please have mercy!! AHHH—!!"

Nora remained buried in Gideon's arms. The blood-curdling screams pierced her eardrums, but she no longer had the strength to even register a thought.

The violent dizziness and the agonizing heat of the drug completely annihilated her sanity.

Acting purely on instinct, her hands tightened their grip on Gideon's trench coat. She pressed her scorching face against his freezing chest before plunging entirely into darkness.

Inside the car, the privacy partition had already been raised, completely isolating the front and rear seats into separate worlds.

An intensely heavy, unnatural heat filled the air.

Nora curled up in the corner of the massive leather seat. Her face burned with an unnatural crimson flush, and a terrifyingly high temperature seeped endlessly through her skin.

She tore frantically at the collar of her thin coat, her breathing rapid and chaotic.

Gideon sat right beside her. With a single thrust of his long arm, he forcefully pulled her thrashing, dangerously feverish body straight into his chest.

The violent bloodlust had yet to fade from the man's dark eyes. His deeply furrowed brows looked even more menacing in the dim light of the car.

He cursed her mercilessly in his mind, wishing he could shake her awake right now and demand to know what on earth was inside her brain.

What was she thinking? Having survived in this circle for years, she couldn't even defend against the most basic, filthy tricks in the corporate world?

She actually walked into a sleazy business dinner without doing a basic background check or bringing someone to block drinks for her.

She didn't possess an ounce of self-preservation. When someone shoved a drink in her face, she was actually crazy enough to down it, glass after glass, with zero defense.

Charging into the lion's den solo and blindly drinking what strangers handed her—she was completely throwing her life away.

Back in the hospital room, when he heard her brazenly swear to 'divorce' him to Lucia, he had specifically ordered Liam to assign elite bodyguards to monitor her every move 24/7. He had just wanted to see what kind of pathetic hard-to-get game she was trying to play.

If he hadn't left that insurance policy, if the bodyguards hadn't noticed something was wrong at the club and reported to him instantly...

He never would have made it in time tonight, let alone ripped her straight out of the hands of that disgusting piece of trash.