Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Who Are You Really, Jannah?

The aftermath of the antidote’s revival left Jannah’s lungs burning and her throat feeling as though she had swallowed shards of glass. She lay broken and trembling on the carpet, her small frame still twitching from the residual neural shocks of the toxin she had meticulously prepared for the man now looming over her like a dark god.

Dorrent didn’t offer a hand to help her up. Instead, he stood tall, adjusting the lapels of his dark gown with a chillingly calm precision. "Now that you’ve shown me your true colors, little physician," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rasp that seemed to fill every corner of the room, "it is only fair that I show you mine. We are moving past the facade of doctor and patient. From this moment on, we are entering a new arrangement."

Jannah’s eyes, still bloodshot and watering from the physical trauma, flickered up to him with a gaze full of venom. "You... you should have just left me to die," she croaked, the words tearing at her raw vocal cords. "Why did you save me? Why keep a ’gutter-rat’ alive after she confessed she wants to see your heart stop beating?"

Dorrent let out a sharp, mocking sound—a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. "Do not mistake my intervention for mercy, Jannah. You are still useful to me. Despite your murderous intentions, your body remains the only biological frequency in this city that commands a response from my system. At the very least, I can still fuck you." He stepped closer, the weight of his Alpha aura pinning her to the floor more effectively than any physical restraint. "If you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in a high-security corporate cage for attempting to assassinate an S-tier Alpha, you will agree to my terms. All of them."

"What are you planning?" she whispered, her fingers curling into the carpet, desperate to find some shred of leverage.

"Complete and total compliance," Dorrent stated, his tone as cold as an executioner’s. "You will obey every command I give. You will reside here, under my watch, and most importantly, you will provide for my sexual needs every single time I demand it. If you refuse, if you even hesitate, the authorities will be at that door within minutes to take you away."

Jannah let out a ragged, defiant breath, a ghost of a smirk touching her pale lips. "You’re bluffing. You don’t have sufficient evidence. It’s my word against yours. I’ll tell them you drugged me, that you’re holding me here against my will."

Dorrent’s expression didn’t change, but a predatory glint appeared in his eyes. He slowly reached up to the collar of his gown, his fingers unhooking a small, unassuming black button. He held it out between his thumb and forefinger, showing it to her. The center of the button glinted with a tiny, high-definition lens. "A micro-camera, Jannah. It has recorded every second of your little seizure. It has recorded your confession, your spiteful words, and the moment you admitted these herbs were meant for my veins. I have the motive, the weapon, and the confession all digitized."

"You monster!" she spat, her voice cracking. "Are you not even afraid? Are you so arrogant that you’d keep someone who wants you dead in your own bed? I’ll find another way, Dorrent. I’ll find a way to finish what I started."

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