The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1892

It was damp, dark, and cold…

A musty odor mixed with the intense scent of tobacco struck Carrie as she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. She could not distinguish between dream and reality.

In her daze, she felt a cold, snakelike hand caressing her skin.

“Who are you…?!”

As if escaping from a nightmare, Carrie jolted awake, only to find herself in another terrifying one.

Sitting by her bed, Jason Solloway’s pale hand was creeping up her slender ankle, inch by inch, caressing her smooth skin.

“Don’t… Don’t touch me!”

Struggling desperately, Carrie trembled all over, only to find her hands and feet bound, unable to move.

She watched in helpless despair as the man’s filthy hand roamed her body, filling her veins with the scorching heat of humiliation.

“Don’t?”

Jason smirked, teasingly brushing his lips as he whispered in her soft ear, his breath heavy with desire. “When you say this to your fiance, doesn’t it mean you’re trying to play hard to get? You’ve lived with a man for so long. Haven’t you tried everything by now? Come, let’s have some fun, my dear fiancee.”

“You’re not my fiance... You’re not!” Carrie shook her head vigorously, tears brimming in her eyes, trying to dodge his disgusting touch.

“Don’t push your luck!”

Jason lost his patience, his true nature showing as he slapped her hard.

“Well, aren’t you in such a rush to force yourself on her?” The woman in a red Chanel dress crossed her arms, watching with a smirk.

“Jason, didn’t I tell you back in school? You’ve always had a thing for Carrie. You just didn’t realize it.”

The eyes of the man in a tailored blue suit roamed over the disheveled girl on the bed. He licked his lips and said, “What’s that saying again? When old classmates meet, they get it on! Hahaha!”

Through her tears, Carrie recognized the two of them. Her body went rigid. A wave of nausea and cold dread spread through her entire being, freezing every nerve.

After all these years, Carrie thought she had forgotten about them. But with just one look, she could name them all. Even if they turned to ash, she would recognize them.

They were the six demons.

They were the demons who had inflicted three years of agony upon her during middle school.