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 be

to the door, then looked

so

smile I had ever seen. He leaned

shoved his head away with my bound hands, pushing with every ounce of strength

digging into the skin like wire. It felt as if the fibers

arms, rattling through my

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

began slamming into

his plan was crumbling, Edward slapped me across the

with pain. My

he about to escape? How?

tissue paper tearing

figures stormed into

Except one.

the room with

He yanked a bedsheet off the mattress and wrapped it around

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