My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 841

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The TV screen displayed a live broadcast.

The person in the spotlight was Jodie South.

She sat gracefully in a well-lit room, wearing a sleek dress that accentuated her elegance. Two men stood beside her, one of them holding a whip.

"Do you realize what you've done wrong?" the man demanded.

Jodie didn't answer.

The whip cracked across her back.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Three sharp lashes landed in succession. Jodie remained unfazed, not even flinching. Yet to Keira, watching from afar, each strike felt like it had hit her instead, leaving her chest aching as though pierced by invisible thorns.

"Does it hurt?" the man asked.

Jodie actually smiled. "It does."

Her words contradicted her nonchalant expression, as if she found the lashes no more bothersome than a scratch through clothing. The man frowned in annoyance.

spoke. "Will you

here in the South estate suits me. I won't run again. It's a fine place

yanked her up and led

moved on

the victim screamed in pain under the

moment, Keira

was no way it

Keira would be watching and didn't want her to

fury—the impulse to burst in and tear everything apart—was quickly replaced by a quiet, searing pain in her

broadcast and turned to Keira. "Your mom's fine," she said coolly. "Yeah, those lashes sting, but they're meant to humiliate, not harm. The wounds will be

wasn't abandoned by the family. Your mom's in no real danger,

Keira was silent.

your mom, the only way is to become the next heir. I know you're smart and always scheming, but I'll warn you now: don't

tightened as she gazed

The sky was black.

from the ship at night. Had they traveled for a full day and night? Or only a few hours? It was

again. "Stop guessing. You've barely scratched the surface of what the South family is

her eyes sharp. "Is that true? Can the South family really predict

a wry smile. "How should I know? That ability only gets passed down to the heir. I'm not one. But let me tell you this—every prophecy the

Keira's brows furrowed deeply.

toward the

person who enters or leaves the estate is monitored. And you… well, you're under constant surveillance—even in the shower. So do yourself a favor and skip the bath

told

room as she disappeared

stood motionless, her

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