Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 12

Before Megan could even react, he was already by her side, pinching her delicate chin and whispering dangerously close to her ear, “Are you talking about selling yourself?”

Megan was shaking all over. She didn’t deny it.

Instead of getting angry, Sullivan chuckled. He leaned in close, whispering like a tender lover, “And to whom would you sell yourself? in Borough City, bearing the title of Mrs. Lowry, see who would dare to take you? Besides, could you stand being touched by another man? Men who buy wonen go straight to it, just like on our wedding night. Remember how much that hurt… have you forgotten?”

Megan’s face turned ashen

How could she forget? On their wedding night, Sullivan was extremely rough to get back at her.

That night Megan was almost killed.

Seeing that things were in his favor, Sullivan backed off. He released her, gently caressing her cheek, “Come back as Mrs. Lowry, and we can be as we were before.

Megan’s slender neck was tightly strained. Suddenly, her eyes caught the gleam of a brand–new violin resting in the bookcase across

the room

Megan remembered the tabloid stories that the CEO of Lowry Group spent a whopping 20 million to buy an exorbitantly priced violin, all for a lady’s smile.

So, this was it…

Megan laughed. The same as they were before? To be his plaything in bed, to serve and please him every day without a shred of care or respect in return, to be less regarded than his secretary, to share her husband with others that was the “before” she knew.

a man, she wanted

word. “Find someone else to

that, she turned to

second, she was enveloped in an

face nuzzled against her ear, carrying the faint scent of aftershave that could easily stir a woman’s heart.

body shivered slightly

his long hands moving over her thin frame,

trembling… Sullivan knew her body too well. If he was in the mood, he could play her like an instrument, making

Just like now!

back, his

who will satisfy you if

man could easily satisfy

in shame,

know him; but having been Mrs. Lowry for three

bed, taking pleasure in making her cry out and break down. Sometimes, Megan

and more

and slapped him across the face.

first time she had struck him–a first for the distinguished Mr. Lowry to be slapped by a woman, and by none

temper and immediately gave her a cold look.

their previous intimacy had been nothing but

her delicate chin, leaned in close, his voice so cold it could shake out ice

capable! You’ve learned to