THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS
Chapter 88: SET UP 1

Chapter 88: SET UP 1

For a moment, time froze as Harlow felt the bitter juice slide down her throat. She wanted to spit it out, but she couldn’t. They held her too firmly.

Tears welled up in her eyes, trickling silently down her cheeks.

"Set the camera. It’s showtime," the leader commanded, his voice cold and unfeeling. The others moved quickly to follow his orders.

"Where do we drop this one?" one of the men asked, nudging Ava’s unconscious form sprawled on the floor.

"I don’t care. Toss her in the bedroom or something," the leader replied with a dismissive wave. The man nodded, hoisting Ava up and disappearing with her into the shadows.

Harlow sat in a still, fragile silence. For now, she felt disturbingly calm, but she knew it wouldn’t last. Soon, the drugs would hit. She knew exactly how this worked. How it always worked.

The thought alone sent heat surging through her body like wildfire. Her skin burned as if an inferno roared beneath her flesh, an unrelenting flame no water could extinguish. The leader man had given her far too much. A deliberate overdose to strip away her control and force her into madness.

Harlow bit down hard on her lip, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to fight the growing agony. Every fiber of her being screamed, her body betraying her with each torturous second. She clenched her fists, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her eyes glistened with fresh tears.

She couldn’t endure this much longer. This was torture. Raw, inescapable torment.

The leader stepped closer, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "Come now, sweetheart. I can help you. That’s why I’m here. That’s why we’re all here." They all laughed mockingly.

Harlow’s gaze snapped to the camera. It was on. Rolling.

Claudia had arrived here today to really set her up. She had planned this to destroy her, to shatter her completely and irrevocably.

This is how her story ends. Again.

A hollow laugh echoed in her mind, bitter and broken. She was just as useless as she had been in her first life. Helpless, broken, and utterly defeated.

And this time, there was no saving herself.

Harlow bit into her lip, the pain grounding her for just a moment. Then, slowly, she moved toward the leader. Each step felt like dragging chains behind her, but the fire consuming her body raged hotter with every breath. She couldn’t fight it anymore. If this torment was going to end, she would endure anything. Anything, to make it stop.

The man watched her approach with a smug grin and relaxed even more on the chair he sat on. "My sexy meal," he drawled, his voice dripping with mock affection. His eyes scanned her, she was in nothing but her nighty.

She tiny sleeve top and a light short. This alone made his dick rise. He could already imagine the things he would do to her. He licked his lips.

He was in a room with one of the hottest girls in Hawkhalls, vulnerable and helpless. He would never trade this for anything.

When she stopped in front of him, his rough hands slid over her hips, pulling her close until her front was almost in his face. He tilted his head and inhaled deeply as he squeezed her ass cheeks, his lips curling with satisfaction. "Mmm. You smell as good as you look."

Harlow didn’t respond. Words were useless now. The blaze inside her was a cruel master, and it demanded release. Her trembling fingers reached up, tangling into the man’s hair, pulling him closer. Closer to the place where the heat pulsed, unbearable and relentless.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking as fresh tears glistened in her eyes. She clashed her thighs together instinctively, trying to contain the agony clawing at her from within. "Please," she repeated, more desperate this time, her tone raw and pleading.

Her pride was gone. Her ego shattered. There was only the need, overwhelming and all-consuming. She would do whatever it took to make this fire die, even if it meant losing herself entirely.

The man’s grin widened, triumphant. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Harlow bit her lip, trembling, as his rough hands undid the ropes of her shot and dragged them down revealing her panties.

"I can’t wait to have you all to myself," he muttered, pulling her closer, his breath hot and predatory.

But before he could go any further, the door swung open with a loud bang. All four men were startled by the sudden intrusion.

Alanis stepped in, his towering frame filling the doorway. His sharp gaze scanned the room, freezing on the scene before him. His wife, half-dressed, standing before a man who looked like he couldn’t wait to have a taste of her.

The lustful gaze in his eyes made Alanis’s blood boil. It wasn’t just anger and coerced through his veins, it was fury. Fury like never before.

His face darkened, jaw clenching as a cold fury overtook him. "Is this why you called?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that promised violence.

The leader of the thugs stiffened on the couch, his confidence draining in an instant. He hadn’t expected Alanis to show up in the flesh. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

"What... what is he doing here?" the leader muttered under his breath, glancing at his men nervously.

Before anyone could respond, Harlow rushed to Alanis. She didn’t hesitate. Her trembling hands reached out to him, gripping his chest, and his arms, desperate for his touch.

Alanis stiffened, his confusion momentarily overtaking his anger. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice softer now.

Harlow’s teary eyes met his, her voice cracking as she choked out a plea. "P... Please," she whispered, her thighs pressing together as she clung to him in desperation. "Make it stop." She pleaded reaching out for his hands to at least soothe the ache she felt.

She was already dripping, her panties already soaking wet. This alone doubles Alanis’s anger.

It took only a second for Alanis to understand. He recognized the signs immediately. The flushed skin, the trembling, the glazed look in her eyes.

He should be the only man to see her in this state. He and he alone.

Any other man who sees her like this will not live to tell the tale.

He turned, his glare locking onto the leader still lounging on the couch. "What did you give her?" Alanis demanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

The man froze, his earlier smugness replaced by fear as he struggled to come up with an answer. But Alanis wasn’t going to wait long. His wife’s pain burned through him like fire, and someone was going to pay for it.

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