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.

again in fear for her life, she

heard this, his expression

released Verena and forcefully hurled

collapsed onto

her lungs were being torn

tales

she had divulged her true

Verena sprawled on the floor—flushed and coughing uncontrollably—Lucas demanded through gritted teeth, “You drugged me, didn’t

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

he blinked, the features blurred, blending with Verena’s desperate expression. He felt her

to the table, grabbed the cold metal ashtray, and smashed it against his own head. The loud sound rang out, sharp

world spin violently, his knees almost giving