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Chapter 809

Chapter 809:
But the water hindered her movements, rendering her resistance futile. Meanwhile, Lucas seemed utterly relentless, his lips moving against hers with a fiery intensity that left no room for escape.
His kiss was deep and demanding, his lips capturing hers with an almost reckless urgency.
Belinda’s strength faltered, her once-resolute hands now gripping Lucas’ shoulders weakly.
Her mind became foggy as if she had succumbed to some enchanting spell woven by Lucas’ very essence.
The kiss lingered on endlessly; Lucas’ tongue entwined with Belinda’s as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from her even for an instant. A soft, breathless sound escaped Belinda’s lips—a whimper that seemed to fuel Lucas’ fervor.
His arms tightened around her, as though he wanted to meld her body with his.
Every inch of her softness, her scent, her very being seemed to intoxicate him, consuming him entirely.
But just when Belinda felt Lucas’ hand glide over her chest, she abruptly regained her senses with a jolt of clarity. Without hesitation, she bit down hard on Lucas’ tongue.
Lucas recoiled, a sound of pain slipping from his lips.
Belinda seized the moment, mustering every ounce of strength to push him away.
“You jerk!” Belinda yelled at Lucas, her voice trembling with anger.
Belinda was furious—angry at Lucas, yes, but even angrier at herself.
Why was she so weak? How could she let him sway her again?
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“I’m sorry, Belinda. It’s my fault. I… I just lost control…” Lucas’ voice was raw, his bloodshot eyes heavy with regret.
Belinda didn’t respond. Without a word, she turned on her heel and walked toward the edge of the pool, leaving him standing there.
Watching her leave, Lucas clenched his fists, frustration tightening his chest.
He had been too reckless, too impulsive.
Damn it. Why couldn’t he just control himself?
Eventually, Belinda kicked Lucas out.
Once alone, she locked herself in the bathroom and let water pour over her.
With her eyes closed, she couldn’t stop the scene earlier from replaying in her mind—the kiss, raw and electric.
Every detail was seared into her brain.
She hated to admit it, but Lucas had completely unraveled her.
She had fallen so deep, so fast, and now, she couldn’t find a way out.
How could she let him do this to her again? Belinda’s heart twisted with frustration.
At Verena’s house,
“I’ve uncovered a few things,” Verena said, sliding a stack of documents across the table. “I think you need to see this.”
Minna hesitated, her brow furrowing as she picked up the papers. At first, she skimmed them with suspicion, but as she read them, her face drained of color.
“No,” she muttered, shaking her head. “No, this can’t be real. This is fake. All of it!”
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