The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

“Director Wyatt, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” Tara asks, a freezing smile curving her lips.

Seeing no frantic resistance, Wyatt assumes she is giving in. He leans in closer, practically purring with triumph. “You’re a smart girl. In this industry, if you want the best roles, you have to give a little something

back…”

Before he can finish the sentence, Tara snatches the glass of tainted liquor and hurls it directly into his face.

‘Ah! You bitch!” Wyatt shrieks, choking and clawing at his burning eyes as the alcohol drips down his chin.

Tara stands up, glaring down at him with absolute contempt. “Did you really think every actress is just a toy for you to play with?”

Humiliated and enraged, Wyatt slams his hands on the table. “Tara! Don’t push your luck! I’ll make sure you never work in this town again!”

‘Really? I’d love to see you try,” Tara says. Honestly, getting blacklisted is exactly what she wants. If her career tanks, Jake’s precious contract will become worthless toilet paper.

‘You… you little whore… you asked for this! I’m going to ruin you!” Wyatt oars, his massive, sweaty body lunging across the table to grab her.

Tara cleanly sidesteps his grab, raises her leg, and drives her knee violently into his groin.

‘Aghhh!” Wyatt lets out a blood-curdling scream, his bloated body trembling violently. He collapses to the floor, clutching his crotch with both hands, his face turning a terrifying shade of purple.

Tara looks down at him, unbothered. “You’re getting old. You really need to take better care of your health.” She casually pulls out her phone and snaps a few photos of him writhing on the carpet. “If I post these online

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with the headline, ‘Famous Director Attempts Assault, Gets His Jewels Crushed, do you think it’ll trend?”

Sweating profusely through the agony, Wyatt still manages to choke out a threat. “Tara… you… you’re dead! I’m going to destroy you! I’ll have Jake blacklist you!”

Clearly, Wyatt has no idea what is actually going on. Tara fakes a gasp. “Oh no, you’ll tell Jake? I’m terrified.”

Wyatt grinds his teeth in agony. He just wanted a quick thrill, but he picked the wrong target. This girl is an absolute psycho. She looks so fragile, but she hits like a freight train. Damn Jake! He definitely knew what she was capable of. Did he set this whole thing up on purpose? The anger boils over, mixing with the blinding pain radiating from his crotch, sending cold sweat pouring down his face.

‘What… what do you want?” Wyatt gasps out.

‘I’m just taking out the trash. Three years ago, you drove a rookie actress to jump off a building. Last year, you drugged a college student and handed her over to your investors. Last month, a model tried to kill herself in your mansion. Need I go on? You’re a monster,” Tara lists off, ner voice laced with venom. Crushing this predator is doing the entire entertainment industry a massive favor.

Wyatt’s face twitches in sheer panic. “How… how do you know about

that…”

Tara leans down, her gaze predatory. “Oh, I know everything. I’m not some helpless lamb waiting for the slaughter. I’m the hunter coming for your head. I have the receipts for every filthy thing you’ve ever done. Enjoy the rest of your life in a cell.”

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