The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2009

The girls stared in shock at Yvonne, who stood calmly before the two devils incarnate. She was as thin and frail as they were, yet at that moment, she cast a tall and unyielding shadow.

The two men exchanged glances, and one leered at her.

“Then you take two! Tell us how it feels after you swallow them.”

They knew this woman was different from the other girls and that she was somehow important to Christopher, so they did not dare let her take too much.

Yvonne poured two blue pills into her palm and stared at them intently. After only a moment of hesitation, she swallowed the pills one by one, without water. With their eyes filled with tears, the girls watched with bated breath.

Within a minute, Yvonne felt a buzzing in her head, her heartbeat quickened, and her muscles spasmed uncontrollably.

“Ms. Smith! Ms. Smith!”

She heard the girls calling her name anxiously. But the next second, the world was spinning, and she fell backward, losing consciousness.

When Yvonne opened her eyes again, she found herself in a luxurious room. The style of the room told her she was still in the villa, in the middle of unknown dangers.

She sat up, relieved that her dress was still intact, indicating no foul play.

Her hand trembled as she brought her hand to her heart, still racing uncontrollably, her mind a foggy haze.

The drug’s effect was strong. There was no euphoric sensation, only torment. She genuinely thought she was going to die earlier. What fresh horror was this?

Yvonne heard the shower running in the adjoining bathroom.

She knew what was going to happen next.

Tonight, she was destined to be a man’s plaything. But even as a toy, she would exhaust every bit of her value.

Still thinking about the drug, she recalled that the men had more than just the two pills she swallowed.

She moved silently to the sofa and rummaged through the man’s clothes. It wasn’t long before she found more blue pills in his suit pocket. She clutched the pills tightly.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

A harsh voice came from behind her. Her heart pounded wildly as she turned around stiffly. The plump man glared at her, his body barely covered by a towel.

The shower was still running.

His words did not sting the way he intended. She was glad Christopher had never had feelings for her. This made her resolve to turn against him unshakable.

Faced with Yvonne’s defiance, the man lost his patience. He released the safety on the gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gun dropped from his hand as he let out a scream, clenching his now-bleeding wrist.

A bullet had shot him through the window of the dim room. Yvonne’s eyes widened, her heart pounding with renewed vigor.

The glass shattered as a familiar figure crashed through the window, his eyes wild and his hair littered with broken shards.

“Who… Who are you?!” The man trembled as he glared at the man who strode toward him.

Yvonne’s eyes were filled with tears as she recognized his unruly smile.

His black coat flapped in the wind as Drew nonchalantly brushed the glass from his hair.

“Me?” He glanced at Yvonne, his lips curving into a confident smile. “I’m her man.”