The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 402

My heels were bound with rope, but I still kicked Edward as hard as I could.

He hadn’t expected the blow to land on his chest. He stumbled backward, thrown off balance.

I pulled my legs back in and curled into a defensive fetal position, inching toward the edge of the bed.

Edward rubbed his chest, eyes fixed on me. Then, suddenly, he lunged. “You’re so disgusted by my touch, I can’t help but wonder. Did you ever love me? You didn’t, did you? I was just a way out of your miserable life.

“And now there’s Soren Kenway–the glittery, golden ticket–and suddenly I mean nothing. That’s why you ran straight into his arms without a second thought!”

He started ripping at my dress.

I couldn’t help but let out a small, bitter laugh. So he’d finally figured it out on his own.

It had taken Soren spelling things out for me to realize the truth, but Edward had apparently spent enough time brooding to reach the same conclusion. I almost wanted to applaud the self–reflection.

“Edward, stop! Think about your future! You won’t be able to run from this! You’ll be imprisoned, just like your sister! Stop now, before it’s too late!”

Suddenly, a barrage of heavy pounding echoed from the door. I heard a voice–one I knew well.

had to

door, then looked back at

is he here so soon? Fuck!” he

smile I had ever

bound hands, pushing with every ounce

wire. It felt as if

arms, rattling through my entire

trembled, but I wouldn’t–couldn’t let go.

into the

me across the face with

world tilted and blurred with pain. My senses reeled.

to escape?

like tissue paper tearing at the edges.

figures stormed into

Except one.

familiar, handsome face swept the room

a bedsheet off the mattress and wrapped it

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