BOOK8 Chapter6
Michael leaned in with a slight smile and whispered in Amelia’s ear: “Do you know what I love most about you?”
Amelia looked up at him eagerly: “What?”
Michael gently lifted her chin and kissed her softly: “I love the way you look when you tell me you love me.”
Amelia blushed, her face glowing with the unexpected affection.
“Oh, that reminds me!” Her eyes suddenly sparkled with an idea.
She marched over to me, dragging my barely conscious form before Michael.
With a triumphant smirk, she pressed her foot on my head and declared: “Darling, this is the woman who sneaked into the villa. I’ve already taught her a lesson for
you.”
I was a pitiful sight–my hair singed, scalp injured, face swollen and bloodied, with my severed tongue still bleeding.
Michael barely glanced at me, his expression one of revulsion.
Turning back to Amelia, he said: “Well done. But next time, avoid getting your
hands dirty. I wouldn’t want you to injure that beautiful face of yours…”
Michael caressed Amelia’s face with adoration, as if she were his most treasured
possession.
Without another look at me, he turned to his bodyguards and ordered: “Dig a hole.
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outside and bury her. Don’t sully the courtyard.”
He spoke as if this were a routine task.
Lying on the ground, barely able to move, my attempts to scream or struggle were
futile.
With my tongue severed and blood drained, I was too weak to resist as two bodyguards lifted me and dragged me out.
Michael’s gaze kept drifting to the window of my room, as if expecting to see something–or someone.
When he didn’t find what he was looking for, his irritation grew.
Turning to Amelia, he said with a hint of urgency: “Amelia, I’ll take you to the Jackson Family Estate now. If you like it, we can move in today.”
Amelia beamed, linking arms with Michael as they headed toward the exit: “Yes, let’s go! I can’t wait to live with you!”
As they left the courtyard, Michael kept glancing back at the window, his frustration mounting.
One of the bodyguards swiftly dialed for help.
