Comeback Of The Adored Heiress - Chapter 757
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Chapter 757:
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“Why am I doing this to you?” Hector chuckled. “Didn’t you say you liked me? Well, then you have to accept whatever I do to you.”
“I’m in agony!”
“But I’m thrilled.”
Hector lifted Tatiana’s chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. With deliberate slowness, he brought the glowing tip of his cigarette toward her face. Terror flashed across Tatiana’s eyes as she instinctively tried to pull away.
However, just as the cigarette neared her face, Hector’s expression shifted. Realizing she still had filming to do, he pressed the burning ember to her chest instead.
“Ah!”
The searing pain shot through Tatiana, and a scream tore from her throat.
Tears streamed down her face.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Her words became a broken refrain, repeating over and over.
“If you love me, you have to accept all of this!” Hector’s voice was venomous as he yanked her hair. His eyes burned with hatred as he took in her disheveled, broken form. “Women are all liars! All liars!”
“I didn’t lie to you!”
“Still lying? Why did you call Madisyn? Do you think she’ll save you? You ended up in my hands because of her!” Hector sneered.
The words hit Tatiana like a slap, and despair flooded her mind, clouding her vision. “Just kill me!” The pain was excruciating.
Like a prisoner, she was locked away in a basement, enduring both physical and mental agony day after day. It was more than she could endure.
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Regret surged through her, sharp and bitter.
If only she hadn’t left Howard, she would have been cherished, treated like a princess.
Suddenly, Hector’s fist came down hard, and in a blur of pain, Tatiana lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground like a ragdoll.
Hector turned to the servant standing by the door and ordered, “Get the doctor here. We can’t afford to delay tomorrow’s shoot.”
“Yes, sir,” the servant responded promptly.
Hector then headed to his study. He had an online meeting to attend.
Lately, the Johns Group had been heavily focusing on international trade.
A company in Aswil had offered them a major contract, one that promised substantial profits and the chance to build a strong trading relationship with Aswil—paving the way for a historic entry into their market.
Opinions were divided.
“Aswil’s political landscape is unpredictable. If the tycoons gain control, we might not get much of the market share.”
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