The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Scanning the room, Tara spots the source-a small, unassuming incense burner tucked in the corner, releasing plumes of sweet smoke.

“Pathetic,” she scoffs. Pulling the jade hairpin from her hair, she uses the tip to flick the burner’s lid open. Inside sit several blocks of the bright red illicit substance.

Suddenly, heavy, uncoordinated footsteps approach the door. Tara’s eyes darken. She swiftly slips behind the door, melting into the shadows.

With a loud crash, the door is shoved open. Quinton, the notoriously degenerate playboy of the Mack family, stumbles in, his face flushed and his eyes glassy.

“Where are you, cutie?” Quinton slurs, scanning the empty bed. “Don’t be shy… come let me take care of you.”

Tara’s gaze turns predatory. Moving completely silently, she steps out from behind the door, raises her hairpin, and strikes a precise cluster of nerves at the base of his neck with ruthless force.

“Ah!” Quinton lets out a choked gasp before his legs give out. He collapses to the floor like a sack of bricks, entirely paralyzed but conscious.

Tara stands over him, her voice dripping with ice. “Who sent you?”

Quinton’s eyes bulge in terror. “How… how are you awake? The smoke…”

“How much did Jade pay you?” Tara steps on his hand, grinding her heel down. “Talk!”

“F-fifty thousand!” Quinton stammers, sweating bullets from the pain. “She wanted to destroy your reputation! She said once it was done… Ah! Please, stop!”

Quinton’s drug-addled brain is reeling in panic. Jade set him up! She said the woman would be passed out, that he could do whatever he wanted and get paid. Why is this psycho torturing him now?

“Get on the bed,” Tara commands softly.

Since Jade went through the trouble of setting the stage, Tara is more than happy to let the play run its course. Let’s see if Jade enjoys the climax.

Trembling and burning up from the aphrodisiac, Quinton crawls onto the mattress. His face is scarlet, and in his delirious state, he begins tearing off his clothes. It is a repulsive sight.

Tara gives him one last look of disgust before gracefully slipping out the window into the night.

The show is about to begin.

16:08

Watching from the shadows, Jade sees Quinton enter the room and practically squeals in delight. The degenerate idiot was drooling the second he heard there was a vulnerable woman waiting for him. Soon, the entire high society will witness Tara’s true, filthy nature. Jade is so excited she wants to drag Evan over right now to see what a slut his precious Tara really is.

Hearing movement inside the room, Jade decides to confirm the trap is fully sprung. She creeps up to the door, cracks it open, and peeks inside.

Suddenly, a violent shove from behind sends Jade stumbling forward into the room. Before she can regain her balance, the door slams shut, and the lock clicks into place

Jade freezes. Panic sets in as she hammers her fists against the wood. “Open the door! Is anyone out there?! Open this door!”

As she screams, the heavy, musky scent of the Aphrodisiac Smoke floods her lungs. Almost instantly, a dizzying heat overtakes her brain.

Damn it! Where is Tara?!

Hearing a woman’s voice, Quinton’s drug-fueled mind snaps to attention. Driven entirely by primal instinct, he scrambles off the bed and lunges at Jade.