The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 1574
Eric was unaffected by the pleas for mercy. In fact, they only fueled his hatred.
Once he hated someone, he would make them suffer even more…
Eric seemed to be punishing Stella, but in reality, he was punishing Henry.
He wanted to make this man, who had suddenly invaded the island, suffer tremendously.
At first, Stella struggled, but once her heart died, she became motionless, like a lifeless corpse, allowing Eric to do as he
pleased.
After getting what he wanted from Stella, Eric calmly zipped up his suit pants.
He looked like a well-dressed beast, performing despicable
acts. It was absurd that this beast cared about other men seeing
Stella’s body, as if he couldn’t sink any lower.
After tidying up Stella’s disheveled clothes, Eric released her from
the iron bars.
Stella, weak and unsupported, slumped to the ground, her eyes
ying, unable to even look at Henry…

Still bound to the birdcage, Henry watched Stella, whose face pale as paper. Instantly, tears streamed down his cheeks again.
After staring at Stella for a moment, Eric turned and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave the birdcage, Stella’s h oar se voice rang out from behind, “Eric, take me away.”
Hearing these words, Eric froze in place, seemingly not understanding what Stella meant. He slowly turned around, furrowing his brow as he gazed at Stella sitting on the ground.
Stella lifted her slender finger, wiping away the remaining tears from her eyes, and then raised her chin, looking at the tall and imposing Eric. “Didn’t you say we would spend a month
together?”
She extended her hand, the one that wasn’t locked. “Take me
downstairs, I’ll make blueberry pie for you.”
Eric’s furrowed brow slightly relaxed. “Do you still remember what
you promised me?”
“Hmm.” Stella nodded and smiled gently. “I said ‘I love you’ first,
of course I remember what I promised you.”
Without hesitation, he picked up his pace and walked back to
Stella.
ld
key, Eric locked eyes with her and asked,
“You’re not going to care about Henry anymore?”
Stella shook her head. “I’ll make blueberry pie for you, and you can help him with the surgery, okay?”
Eric’s gaze darkened, and Stella’s finger suddenly brushed against his face. “I don’t want you to spend your life in prison for murder. I still want to see you.”
Those deep, unfathomable eyes only reflected his figure at this moment. Despite knowing it was a trap, Eric still fell into it.
“Alright.” He agreed, releasing her hands and then lifting Stella up
in his arms. “I’ll take you downstairs first and then come back to help him with the surgery.”
Stella nodded, her gaze dropping when she passed the
incredulous Henry. “Can you put me down for a moment? I have
something to say to Henry.”
“What do you want to say?”
Stella, nestled in his embrace, looked up with sincere eyes, staring
into Eric’s. “I want to tell him that I don’t love him and that he