His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 776

Chapter 776:

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In a sudden and forceful motion, he raised his hand and grasped “Belinda” by the neck, his fingers tightening as his face contorted with rage. With a low yet menacing voice, he demanded, “You are not my Belinda! Who are you?”

Suddenly constricted by the pressure on her throat, Verena froze. Once she regained her composure amidst the panic surging within her, her initial instinct was to struggle against him.

“Lucas, you… Let go… I… I am Belinda…” Verena stammered, fighting to pry his hand off, her voice strained.

“You’re not her! Tell me who you are!” Lucas shouted, his mind overwhelmed with fury and confusion.

His body throbbed painfully; the heat and itchiness coursing through him felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his skin—a relentless assault that left him disoriented.

He had no idea who the woman before him was. The person he saw was Belinda. However, the unfamiliar scent emanating from the person only deepened his agitation. Contemplating this made him tighten his grip even more.

“Lucas, I… I am…” Verena’s face turned crimson, and she felt as if she were suffocating under his grasp.

Not daring to lie again in fear for her life, she quickly said, “I’m Verena… Verena…”

When Lucas heard this, his expression darkened even further.

He released Verena and forcefully hurled her away.

Verena stumbled backward and collapsed onto the floor with a thud.

Finally able to breathe again after what felt like an eternity held captive by Lucas’ grip, Verena coughed violently as if her lungs were being torn apart from within. She had genuinely thought Lucas was going to strangle her to death just now.

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So, she had divulged her true identity.

Looking down at Verena sprawled on the floor—flushed and coughing uncontrollably—Lucas demanded through gritted teeth, “You drugged me, didn’t you?”

Verena coughed violently, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself. She lifted her tear-filled eyes to Lucas, her voice cracking. “Lucas… I didn’t… You’ve got it all wrong. You must be uncomfortable right now. Please, let me help you. Just this once, okay? Pretend I’m Belinda if you have to.”

Lucas’ mind, clouded and hazy, conjured an image of Belinda before him. But as he blinked, the features blurred, blending with Verena’s desperate expression. He felt her words were disgusting. A spark of rage ignited within him. He had to clear his head now!

His fists clenched, and his chest heaved with labored breaths. Without a second thought, he stormed to the table, grabbed the cold metal ashtray, and smashed it against his own head. The loud sound rang out, sharp and jarring.

Lucas felt the world spin violently, his knees almost giving way.

“Lucas!” Verena was startled, her eyes wide with shock. She froze, her mind reeling. She hadn’t anticipated this. She hadn’t expected him to harm himself so brutally, just to avoid her touch.

A bruise swelled on Lucas’ forehead, the ashtray smeared with red. As Lucas drew in ragged breaths, clarity began to seep into his fogged mind. He winced, wiping the blood from his brow. This time, when he looked at Verena, the illusion shattered.

Yet, his body still betrayed him. The fire beneath his skin burned hotter, and the maddening itch refused to relent. Whatever drug Verena had given him, it was potent, far beyond anything he could fight alone.

Gritting his teeth, Lucas turned toward the door, his steps shaky but determined.

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