Chapter 3
"How dare you!" Marcus roared, his voice shaking the rafters of the multi-story foyer with thunderous, unadulterated fury.
The sheer acoustic power of his command reverberated off the stone walls, silencing every lingering echo in the vast mansion.
Victoria's arrogant veneer cracked instantly, her painted lips parting in a silent gasp as the whip slipped from her trembling fingers.
It clattered sharply against the marble floor, the sound ringing out like a judge's gavel sealing an irreversible doom.
Marcus did not break his relentless stride, closing the physical distance between them with terrifying speed and predatory grace.
His jaw was locked so tightly that the muscles along his temples throbbed violently under the harsh interior lighting.
Victoria took an involuntary step back, her dark red velvet dress rustling against the polished floor as panic gripped her chest.
The realization of what she had done—and who had just witnessed it—flooded her system with paralyzing, ice-cold dread.
May you like
She opened her mouth to construct a hasty, manipulative lie, but the words died instantly in her constricted throat.
There was no escaping the wrath of a billionaire husband who had just caught her red-handed torturing his only child.
