Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 228

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

Natalia became restless from the drug's torment, seeking comfort

I feel awful," she

mingled with the

down at her

stop moving. Be good," he

Natalia couldn't

time they reached their

a moment before pulling her close and kissing her

hated himself

questionable methods to have Natalia by his side again, but he never wanted it to be

rather she hate him

touched her gently, his desires

help you feel

was beyond

of tearing fabric and the splash of hot water, their

her from Victor's abuse,

Victor!

clung

shirtless, pressed

want me,

was clouded by the drug, stronger than anything she'd faced

insisted, his touch wandering lower, voice

lifted her, seeking to

realized he would do anything

mix of

night was long and intense, a

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

into

voice

Taking advantage of her, how

a cold laugh

if I hadn't taken advantage, Mr. Joyner,

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