The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 25

McNeil all but dragged her, half-carrying, half-pulling Victoria as she stumbled into the hotel lobby.

The woman at the front desk immediately sensed trouble, her hand hovering over the desk phone.

"McNeil, let go of me. Do you enjoy forcing people?"

Victoria tried to wrench her arm free, but McNeil ignored her, tightening his grip.

"Penthouse suite. My ID. Phone number is...," he rattled off the digits, tossing his wallet onto the counter with an impatient flick of his wrist, never loosening his hold on Victoria.

The receptionist looked them over: a strikingly handsome man and a beautiful, impeccably dressed woman—on the surface, they seemed like the perfect couple. But something was off. The woman was resisting, her discomfort obvious, while the man refused to let go.

"Miss, do you need me to call the police?" the receptionist asked, stepping forward without hesitation.

McNeil's face darkened. "We're married," he snapped.

Victoria was pressed to his side, physically restrained. The absurdity of his words almost made her laugh.

receptionist didn't flinch, keeping her focus on Victoria. "Miss? Are

answer, the hotel manager hurried over. One look at

"M-Mr. Langford..."

his head, barely daring to breathe. With a single look from McNeil, the receptionist caught on instantly, and hurriedly handed over the room

If they'd been anywhere else, the receptionist might have actually called the cops, and even if McNeil talked his way

anyone disturbing us," McNeil ordered. Then, without warning, he hoisted Victoria over his

to wriggle free, but he only tightened his grip—and, right there in

give everyone out there a front-row seat to our little love scene,"

her breathless. This time, McNeil wasn't holding back- the blow

bit to drink-not much, but being carried around like this

shrieked, her voice high and desperate. In the stillness of the late-night lobby, her cries echoed, making

night-shift clerks exchanged hushed

Mr. Langford's

the same Violet Marchand who's always in the tabloids? Lucky

she's seriously ill. She

the penthouse suite, McNeil tossed

her, he stripped off his suit jacket, yanked loose his tie, and even his shirt barely