My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 876:

Her muscles ached, her skin felt raw, and yet—a sick satisfaction lurked beneath her disgust.

Kristopher had never touched her. She had needs. And these men… they knew how to satisfy a woman.

Not like the pampered, upper-class men who fumbled in bed—selfish and unskilled. These men had stamina, technique, and raw aggression. But they were nobodies. No power. No status. No money. And that made her skin crawl.

Shame and rage twisted inside her, her fingers digging into the bedsheets.

This was meant for Carrie. Not her. She had set the perfect trap—but she had fallen into it herself.

But she couldn’t blame anyone. 1019 and 1009, the two numbers were too close.

able to make love with Kristopher that she hadn’t even

clenched her jaw and snapped, “Where is she?

out quickly, “The waiter brought her up. But when we got here, the room was empty! We never saw

“That’s right! There was no one here

“Check the security footage.

later, her phone buzzed. A voice on the other end reported, “She was sent to room 1019. The aphrodisiac incense was

her like a brick. She

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to destroy Carrie—but instead, she had handed

No. No. Fate wouldn’t dare

let out a furious scream and swept everything off the bedside table,

men flinched, retreating a step, watching in silence

She turned to the two men,