Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 57

Megan felt utterly humiliated.

To her Sullivan made it clear that even with the title of Mrs. Lowry, she was nothing more than a vessel for his carnal release, an exclusive plaything. He had never shown her an ounce of respect.

In his eyes, she was like a cheap streetwalker!

Within the hundred square meter space of the media room, Megan’s pitiful pleas mingled with Sullivan’s satisfied grunts. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time!

Sullivan looked down at Megan. He couldn’t see her face and felt unsatisfied, so he gently tugged her hair, tilting her head to kiss her.

Megan was dazed, passively occupied by him. In her hand was a paring knife she had grabbed in her struggle. She felt desolate and absurd.

And she knew that once she left this room, she’d return to her former life as the seemingly respectable, yet utterly devoid of self, Mrs. Lowry. Perhaps Sullivan would keep her confined at home, hidden away like some shameful secret

Megan didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go back, nor did she want Cora to end up behind bars. She was out of options… When Sullivan was

was pushed away, he was caught off guard! He looked at Megan in astonishment; they were both in a state of disgrace! Megan knelt on the sofa, clutching the paring knife. Even with trembling hands, she held it firmly as if the insignificant blade could protect her.

once filled with lust, tumed cold.

his interest

“Mrs. Lowry, planning to murder your husband with that? Do you even

you, and I really did enter room 6201 by mistake. Do you think! plotted all along

Sullivan was silent.

equates to acquiescence.

laughed, a laugh filled with bitterness. “Yes! You really don’t have to believe me! So, Sullivan, can I atone now? Can i use my life to make amends

knife’s point turned towards herself.

The cold

Her tender wrist was stained with fresh

spread across the

a horrific sight!

her, but she retreated. Seemingly oblivious to the pain in her wrist, unaware that losing so much blood could kill her, she still smiled, asking him, “Sullivan,

pain seemed to no longer know what it felt like. Sullivan watched her determined expression. He knew that if he

else was shaking his soul, stirring within him…..