The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 150

At first, Victoria struggled desperately, certain she'd been ambushed by a thief. But when she caught the unmistakable scent of pine on his skin, she froze, her panic giving way to shock.

Before she could gather her thoughts, his lips pressed against hers-hard, urgent. McNeil's breath was hot and ragged in the small space between them. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him until there was barely air between their bodies.

She was breathless, almost suffocated by his kiss.

Finally, when she managed a brief moment of freedom, she drove her knee sharply into his abdomen. In the darkness, his face was so close to hers that their noses brushed. McNeil's grip never loosened as he twisted her arms behind her back, his expression tight with frustration.

"Been a while, huh? You've gotten stronger—and feistier. Like a little wildcat," he murmured, pinning her against the wall until she could barely breathe.

Victoria's frustration flared. "Where's Gwyn?"

"I took her to the old house. My mother's with her," McNeil replied evenly.

Victoria pressed a hand against his chest, glaring. "Your mother doesn't even like Gwyn. You just left her there with her?"

dawned a second later. "Gwyn isn't even sick. You had Xenia

lights flicked on, and bright illumination swept across McNeil's features. Victoria caught a faint whiff

drinking-he hated social events, too. But tonight, he'd clearly had

humorless chuckle escaped

smile. "Does a husband really need to resort to trickery just to get his

the wall, caging her in, his body a barrier

in his gaze. "I think you've forgotten, Mr. Langford," she said, her voice flat. "You and I are nothing to each other now. And in your eyes,

day take her hand in public, tell the world she was his wife. But after six years of waiting, all she got was his lover running off with him

The fantasy of being "Mrs. Langford"

As long as the papers aren't signed, you're still my wife in the eyes of the law. And during our marriage, you've been living with

in his voice. Just seeing her in another man's house had made him want to tear everything apart. But in the end, he turned and

so, McNeil knew he could

really think you have the right to talk to me about