Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 227

Hamilton carried Natalia out of the room, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

Killian was hot on his heels, calling out, "Mr. Fowler, Mr. Henkel."

Victor, who had been kicked nearly senseless by Hamilton, was finally coming around.

He managed a scoff despite the pain.

"Hamilton, are you seriously going to throw down with me over a woman? Don't forget, our families go way back!"

Hamilton's expression was as cold as ice. He stepped forward and kicked Victor out of the way, his shoe pressing down hard on Victor's throat.

"What did you drug her with?"

Victor's eyes widened in fear.

He realized Hamilton wasn't messing around.

"Hamilton, you're really going to do this over a woman?"

With more force, Hamilton pressed down, and Victor felt a terrifying chokehold.

"What did you drug her with!" Hamilton repeated sternly.

Victor's face turned beet red as he struggled for air.

"Got it from the black market. No antidote. It'll fry her brain if left unchecked."

A flash of pain crossed Hamilton's eyes. He tightened his grip around Natalia, then, in a burst of fury, kicked the lying Victor away.

"Keep an eye on him. I'll deal with him personally later," he said, then turned his red eyes to Ronin.

"Mr. Joyner, could you check the room for any hidden cameras or mics? Victor's known for his wild parties. Don't want any footage leaking." Ronin clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed on Natalia in Hamilton's arms.

"Hamilton, you better not touch her, you hear me!"

paused but didn't respond, continuing to carry Natalia out

elevator, Natalia became restless from the drug's torment,

so hot. I feel awful," she murmured, rubbing against

scent, mingled with the drug, made Hamilton's

looked down at her with

moving. Be good,"

couldn't control

the time they reached their suite, Natalia was all over

a moment before pulling her close and

hated himself for

by his side again, but he

hate him later

gently,

can I help you

was

tearing fabric and the splash of

on her from Victor's abuse, felt his rage overtake

Victor!

unsatisfied, clung to him

pressed her

you want me,

mind was clouded by the drug, stronger

me," he insisted, his touch wandering

waiting for her response, Hamilton lifted

he would do anything

as they lay together, Hamilton's mix of

and intense, a testament

his feelings a complex web of satisfaction and fury. Donning a robe, he

asked into the

furious voice

did you do to Natalia? Taking advantage of her,

darkened, a cold laugh escaping

hadn't taken