His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 776:

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.

fear for

Lucas heard this, his expression darkened

released Verena and forcefully hurled

collapsed onto the

by Lucas’ grip, Verena coughed violently as if her lungs were being torn apart from within. She had genuinely thought Lucas was going

new tales on

had divulged her

down at Verena sprawled on the floor—flushed and coughing uncontrollably—Lucas demanded through gritted

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

with Verena’s desperate expression. He felt

heaved with labored breaths. Without a second thought, he stormed to the table, grabbed the cold metal ashtray, and smashed

world spin violently, his