Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 209 After the Drunken Night

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Landon’s steady breathing filled the quiet hotel room, his body still lost in the depths of sleep.

His neck, collarbone, and shoulders bore vivid bite marks, stark against his skin.

Alyssa’s heart pounded, a frantic rhythm echoing her panic.

She knew, without a doubt, that if anyone checked, those marks would match her teeth perfectly.

Her mind flashed back to the night before–singing her heart out to a mournful ballad, then impulsively grabbing the drink from Landon’s table and downing it in one go.

Damn it.

That drink was to blame for this mess.

Alyssa gingerly plucked her crumpled dress from the floor. It was a wrinkled disaster, but it was the only thing she had to

wear.

As she eased herself off the bed, her legs trembled beneath her, a silent testament to the intensity of the night before.

She didn’t dare linger. Slipping into the dress, she grabbed her

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heels and tiptoed to the door, barefoot, careful not to make a

sound.

Afraid even the soft click of the door might wake Landon, she left it slightly ajar and bolted.

Out in the hallway, Alyssa ran, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor.

Even as she burst out of the hotel, her heart still raced, fear. nipping at her heels.

That was close.

She’d escaped just in time–with her gone, Landon had no proof of anything. He couldn’t hold her accountable now.

Inside the hotel, a cleaning staff member frowned at the open

door.

“Did the guest check out already?” she muttered, pushing it open gently. “Anyone here?”

lazily as he

with the door open?” the staff

open at the intrusion, and he yanked the sheets over himself. “Get

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to come in

fine, I’m leaving,” the cleaning lady grumbled. “Don’t report me your door was open, so I thought the room was

Grumbling, she shuffled out.

empty space beside him. The woman who’d clung to

She’s slipped away?

cleaner’s words, he clenched

that? Where did she

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tree–lined path outside the

He glanced at the

your niece?” Landon’s

urgent.

paused, caught off

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night, he and Kaia had been too wrapped up

he asked. “Are

then, Alyssa slipped in through the front door, trying to

forcing a sheepish grin. “Morning, Uncle

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

going on?” he asked, speaking into

back. “Your niece slept with me last night, then snuck out before I woke up. And get

voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Landon, I trusted you as a friend, and you took

Landon scoffed. “Lucien, you should

advantage of. I’m covered in scratches and bruises, all courtesy of your niece. But fine, I’ll let it slide. I’ll be there

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up, his gaze pinning

“You just got back?”

bad mood yesterday, so

a pair–one squirming with guilt while

who slept with Landon?” he

brow.

as if struck by

you…” Her voice faltered, her

phone. “That was Landon. He says he’s coming at

jaw dropped, her

this happened? What was Landon playing at,

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the soft brush of Lucien’s