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.

man, she wanted none of it!

she said word for word. “Find someone else

that, she turned to leave

next second, she was

wrapped around her waist, his handsome face nuzzled against her ear, carrying

body shivered

long hands moving over her thin frame, easily overcoming her defenses

legs in high heels, fair and slender, couldn’t stop 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,

will satisfy you

Which ordinary man could easily satisfy

in shame,

him; but having been Mrs. Lowry for three years, she

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

getting more and more out of line.

Megan couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped him across the face.

time she had struck him–a first for the distinguished Mr. Lowry to be

bad temper and immediately gave

as if their

in close, his voice

You’ve learned to hit me?”