Katelyn kept struggling, but the rising heat in her body only intensified, leaving her weaker by the moment. That helplessness clawed at her, dragging her closer to despair.
Her voice was cold and sharp as she cautioned,
“You’d better let me go. If you dare to lay a hand on me, I promise you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Not only would Vincent ensure Marco’s downfall, but Katelyn herself would make sure he paid the ultimate price. She vowed silently that she would send him straight to hell.
However, Marco completely ignored her warning. Instead, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to her neck, and murmured with a sly grin,
“A beauty like you is worth risking everything for. Even if I die after spending one night with you, it would still be worth it.”
After all, he was the heir to the powerful Robles family. Who could possibly have the courage or influence to kill him?
Katelyn bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood, desperately using the pain to regain her senses. For a brief moment, the sharp sting brought her mind back into focus, but the clarity faded just as quickly as it came.
This unbearable feeling left her trapped in a nightmarish daze.
Despair clawed at her insides, threatening to consume her completely.
It had been years since Katelyn had felt this kind of helplessness and fury. A blazing rage ignited within her—so fierce it could have destroyed everything in its path.
“Vincent, please see my message!” Katelyn screamed in her mind. If he didn’t, there might be no saving her today.
Marco, oblivious to the storm raging inside her, cared little for her silent pleas. Instead, he scooped her up into his arms and strode confidently toward his room.
Meanwhile, Fiona glanced at her watch, calculating how much time had passed. She assumed Marco must have gotten what he wanted by now. A cold gleam flashed in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself, masking her true thoughts.
She cast a sweeping glance over the group and let out a soft chuckle.
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“I’ve been curating a collection of limited-edition dresses recently and even set up a special room for them. Would anyone like to see it?”
The gathering was composed of young women from prominent families, each with their own cherished wardrobes of exclusive pieces. Still, given that Fiona had brought it up and was hosting the event, courtesy demanded their interest.
A few smiled warmly.
“Of course. Where is it? Let’s check it out. I’ve just added some stunning limited-edition pieces to my collection too.”
Others joined in eagerly.
“Did you manage to snag one from Marnie’s latest release? I tried to buy it, but it was already gone. Don’t tell me you were the one who got it?”
The conversation quickly became lively as the topic of exquisite dresses filled the air.
Fiona turned her attention to Ryanna, her tone gentle.
“Princess Ryanna, would you care to come along?”
Although Fiona’s expression remained neutral, Ryanna cast a steady and probing gaze toward her. That single gaze left Fiona feeling as though her every thought had been laid bare.
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