Chapter 100
reston checked his watch, the sleek black dial glowing faintly under the dim car lights. Silence stretched between them before he shifted his gaze to Georgia, his expression unreadable
“It’s quarter past ten,” he said, his voice low and even. “You have less than two hours left to transfer the money onto the card.”
His words landed like an iron blade between her ribs. Georgia’s breath caught, and she stared at him in horror. Realization surged through her veins, cold and sickening. He didn’t want the cash she’d scraped together, nor the check she clutched like her final lifeline. He wanted the money in that card, exactly as he had demanded from the start–a million dollars transferred without deviation.
“You can’t do this to me!” she cried, her voice raw with disbelief, bordering on hysteria. Her pulse hammered in her temples, and every beat felt like a countdown to execution.
“Yes, I can.” Preston’s lips curved slightly, though there was no warmth in his smile. A glimmer of dark amusement flickered in his eyes, as though her desperation entertained him.
“You bastard!” she screamed. Tears stung her eyes, blurring his coldly beautiful features. ‘He’s playing games with me.” she thought bitterly, rage shaking her small frame. Twisting words just to crush me deeper.”
“Let me down!” she demanded, her voice trembling with panic as she writhed in his hold. “Charlotte, drive to the bank. Take me to the bank!”
Preston’s grip tightened painfully around her waist. He pinched her chin with his calloused fingers, forcing her gaze upward until she met the flat, merciless darkness in his eyes. His face hovered inches from hers, so close she could see each fine bristle along his jawline, smell the faint spice of his cologne laced with his clean masculine scent.
“The hospital or the bank?” he asked quietly, but his voice corned the weight of a death sentence. “I’m giving you a choice, Georgia.”
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She swallowed hard, her throat burning as she forced her words out. The bank,” she said, stubbornness bracing her spine despite the tremor in her voice.
His gaze hardened further. “Do you want to die?”
“I want to go to the bank!” she shouted back, her eyes wild with a desperate finality that made his chest constrict.
His mouth flattened into a displeased line. “Even if it costs you your life?”
“Yes,” she answered softly, her tone stripped bare of fear or pleading. There was only weary indifference there, like someone too broken to flinch anymore.
Inside, she whispered to herself, “It’s not the first time I’ve risked my life. And besides, I only had a few sips of whiskey. I’l survive this too.” But despite the numbness blooming in her chest, her trembling hands reached out and clung to the lapel of his tailored suit jacket, fingers curling into the fabric as though seeking something to ground her before she fell apart entirely.
Preston stared down at her, his eyes hooded and opaque. Memories rose, unbidden and cruel: images of her as a bright- eyed girl, always hovering near him with silent hope lighting her gaze. Back then, he’d felt her happiness whenever he glanced her way, like a silent sunbeam warming his indifferent world. When had that changed? When had her eyes stopped looking at him with longing, and started looking past him as if he were nothing?
His chest ached with something he refused to name. Was she really that desperate to escape him, that she would die just for a chance to slip from his grasp?
He tilted his head slightly, studying the tear–streaked determination carved into her pale face. “Are you really so eager to go to the bank?” he asked again, quieter this time, the question directed less at her than at himsell.
In the silent corners of his mind, Preston called out to Luca. “Is she truly so desperate to leave me?”
Luca didn’t answer. The wolf retreated deeper into silence, its sorrow folding in on itself like a dying flame. Preston felt the emptiness echo within him, and rage rose to fill it.
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‘No,‘ he thought violently. ‘No way. Only I get to decide when this ends. Only I can release her.”
He yanked the check from her trembling hand and waved it lightly before her eyes. “Even if I take you to the bank,” he said, his voice laced with cold mockery, “it’s too late. They’re already closed.”
Her mouth fell open, her pupils constricting in horror as she stared at the check dangling between his fingers. Her thoughts screamed in silent anguish. This check all that suffering, the degradation, the humiliation was for nothing? Just a worthless piece of paper?
Preston’s eyes remained frigid, empty of any mercy. He flipped the check once between his fingers before letting it fall like a slap across her cheek. The paper drifted down her chest and landed limply in her lap.
Inside him, a storm of rage and fear roared with no outlet. “She wants to leave me. She dares to want to leave me. Why does that thought drive me insane? I don’t know why… but I won’t allow it. I won’t let her slip away from me. Not now, Not
“Georgia.”
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