Chapter 89
425 BONUS
George sped down the highway in a white van, frequently glancing into the rearview mirror. Wendy lay unconscious in the backseat, her delicate face pale under the dim interior light.
His gaze lingered on her figure, tracing every curve with an unsettling intensity. The mere thought of having her at his mercy made his blood boil with excitement. Still, he knew he couldn’t act recklessly. He needed to get far away from Hovendale–someplace where no one knew either of them. Once there, she would have no chance to escape. Then, he could do whatever he pleased.
The anticipation made him flush with heat. Just as his mind spiraled into darker thoughts, the car in front of him stopped moving, and he slammed on the brakes.
“What the hell?” he muttered, squinting through the windshield.
Ahead, the cars had come to a complete stop. Drivers were poking their heads out of their windows, trying to make sense of the standstill.
“What’s going on up there?” someone shouted. “An accident?”
“No,” another voice replied. “The road’s been blocked off. They’re checking vehicles.”
The road had been blocked off?
George’s expression twisted with panic. A sinking feeling crept over him as snippets of conversations drifted through the air.
“Who has the power to shut down an entire highway like this?”
“Are you new here? It’s Stanley Hawk, Hawk Group’s CEO and Hovendale’s top dog. This town might as well be his backyard. If he wants the road closed, it’s closed. Simple as that.”
“Oh, Mr. Hawk blocked off the road? Do you think his wife has run away, and he’s hunting her down?”
“Yeah, right. You’ve been reading too much fiction.”
George’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his heart sinking like a rock. He broke into a cold sweat.
Stanley was looking for Wendy.
Damn it! Lilian had assured him that Stanley didn’t care about Wendy–that she was nothing but a discarded woman. If that were true, why would Stanley go to such lengths to track her down?
Up ahead, a group of uniformed personnel began systematically inspecting cars, moving closer with every passing
moment.
George’s chest tightened. He couldn’t just sit and wait to be caught.
With gritted teeth, he threw open the van door, scooped up Wendy in his arms, and bolted into the surrounding wilderness.
Wendy stirred, her long lashes fluttering slightly. A cold, slimy sensation on her face jolted her awake. She opened her eyes to find herself in a dark, damp cave, lying on a pile of dry grass.
George loomed over her, his hand shamelessly caressing her cheek with a disgusting smirk.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of satisfaction.
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Chapter 89
425 BONUS
The back of Wendy’s neck throbbed. The sensation of his hand on her skin was revolting, like a venomous scorpion clinging to her, making her stomach churn. Her voice was icy as she snapped, “Get your filthy hands off me!”
George didn’t seem fazed by her resistance. His expression darkened with a perverse sort of amusement.
“Wendy, even back when you first came to the countryside, you were so beautiful it was almost unreal. I knew then that when you grew up, men would be lining up to get their hands on you. So why should I let anyone else have you? You’re perfect for me–you can be my wife.”
His voice hardened, anger creeping in.
“But you just had to be difficult. You had to stab out my eye and send me to prison for ten years! And for what? Nothing’s changed. Look at you now! You’re still under my control. No one can save you, Wendy. You’ll lie here obediently and let me do whatever I want. Just like you should’ve from the start.”
George’s mind had been consumed with lust. He had stopped himself from acting on his urge, wanting to wait for Wendy to wake up so he could fully get his revenge for being blinded by Wendy.
He reached out, yanking at her clothes.
“Let go of me!” Wendy screamed, thrashing against him with all her strength.
George’s breathing grew heavier, his voice dripping with malice. “Who do you think is going to save you? Your precious husband, Stanley?”
His face twisted into a bitter sneer as he recalled his desperate escape earlier.
“It’s too late. By the time he gets here, you’ll already be ruined. No man will want you after that–not even him!”
