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.

focus on Victoria. "Miss? Are you

could answer, the hotel manager hurried over. One look at McNeil and the color drained

"M-Mr. Langford..."

breathe. With a single look from McNeil, the receptionist caught on instantly, and

soft, incredulous laugh. The Langford family really did have their fingers in every pie. If they'd been anywhere

floor. I don't want anyone disturbing us," McNeil ordered. Then, without

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

out there a front-row seat to our little

left her breathless. This time, McNeil wasn't holding

had a bit to drink-not much, but being carried

bastard-slow down!" Victoria shrieked, her voice high and desperate. In the

clerks

Langford's girlfriend, Ms.

who's always in

I heard she's seriously ill. She

McNeil tossed Victoria onto

yanked loose his tie,