The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 535 The Last Straw

Chapter 535 The Last Straw

With every word Victor spoke, Susic trembled even more.

“Victor,” she snapped, her voice shaking. “I know you know Jonathan isn’t your son. Whatever grudge you have, take it out on me. Let him go. I never agreed to be with you–it was you who forced me.”

“Forced you?” Victor said slowly, almost as if savoring the memory. “That’s not how I remember it. You were very enthusiastic in bed.”

“Shut your mouth.”

Susie couldn’t bear to hear another word. Pointing at him, she hissed, “You drugged me, you monster.

That entire chapter of her life was a dark void she never wanted to revisit. She had lost control of her own body, reduced to a creature ruled by forced lust. If Wendy hadn’t saved her, she couldn’t even imagine what she might’ve become.

Victor’s abuse hadn’t just destroyed her physically–it had shattered her psychologically.

And yet, being insulted like that didn’t even anger Victor. Calmly, he asked, “So you came here to talk to me like this?”

Susie bit her lip, glaring. “What do you want?”

“Did I teach you to speak this way?” Victor’s voice turned low. “Or has it been so long you’ve forgotten?”

Those words struck a nerve. Susie flinched, as if a buried memory had clawed its way to the surface. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly knelt down.

Victor’s mood lifted. The sight of her brought back flashes of the past–of Nancy.

“Come here,” he beckoned with a curled finger. “You know how to.”

This time, Susie didn’t resist. She got down on the floor and slowly crawled toward him.

with sick satisfaction, his

he’d most wanted to tame had never been Nancy. It was Wendy. That fierce woman had defied him at every turn. He had tried everything, but

chin up with his foot,

at all,” he said

plain. Compared to the radiant Nancy

she’d looked like this back then, he would’ve never

Nancy. But now, standing face–to–face with the real woman, he felt nothing. No desire. No fondness. In fact, Wendy

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Wendy were still alive, she’d be

the

to

for him, Wendy

keeping

Susic was no

humiliate her, he didn’t send her

a smirk. “To be honest, he

didn’t provoke a reaction from Susie. Victor

But he wasn’t finished.

improved at all after all these years,” he murmured. “Was Chase ever really

for her to come

wanted. Even after more than thirty years,

old age, he was still

the hatred in her eyes, she moved

in the moment. He was old now, with little real appetite for such things, but this was never about desire. It was

then, a cold

honed