The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 198 His Secret

It wasn’t long before screams echoed from the hotel room–Samantha’s high- pitched cries of pain, followed by the sharp crack of what sounded like a whip and her gut–wrenching sobs.

By morning, faint rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting dim light on the chaotic room. Torn clothes were strewn across the floor, a pair of high heels lay toppled near the couch, the sheets on the bed were a crumpled mess, and several empty bottles had rolled off the nightstand. The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and something far more sickening.

Samantha was curled up in the corner of the bed, barely covered by a tattered sheet. Her hair was a tangled mess, hiding the bruises and tear tracks smeared across her face. One of her arms dangled from under the sheet, covered in fresh welts–red, raw lash marks, some still oozing blood.

Mason stood beside the bed, calmly buttoning his shirt with a blank expression, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion. He bent down to grab his pants, slipping them on with swift, efficient movements.

He picked up the room phone and pressed a button. “Send someone up to clean the room. And,” he paused, glancing at the broken woman on the bed with a faint, twisted smile, “take the woman on the bed to my villa. No one goes near her unless I say so.”

Samantha had discovered his secret. There was no way he’d let her walk out of here. Besides, after last night… he’d found something new to enjoy.

Once he’d dealt with Samantha, Mason got dressed and headed to the Hawthorne Group. After today’s board meeting, he would officially be recognized as the company’s new president.

everything for this moment, and now, the throne was

strolled into the boardroom and confidently took the seat at the head of the

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by their glares. “Relax, gentlemen. Once

faces turned a deep shade of gray, seething with fury yet powerless

ones as leverage, and now,

smug smile tugged at

raise their hands, helplessly

was about to begin, the doors

heads in unison. A tall

in the shadow, but the aura

board members

he shot up from his chair. “This can’t be happening…..”

frailty the rumors had described. His