Chapter 117
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Disgust surged through Linsey, deeper than ever.
She wouldn’t waste another breath trying to reason with someone so warped by his own delusions.
Even with death looming, she stopped struggling. Her voice was calm, but it sliced like ice.
“Collin is not only handsome, but he treats me with kindness and respect. It’s obvious why anyone would fall for him. He’s out of your league in every way.”
Felix’s face turned scarlet, the veins at his temples pulsing. Her words hit him where it hurt most.
A scream of rage burst from his throat.
“And what makes me inferior to Collin? He’s nothing but a useless cripple! Even his own family treats him like trash! And you dare say he’s out of my league?”
It was true the esteemed Riley family had shown Collin little regard, especially after his paralysis.
Felix believed that alone made him the better man.
But Linsey’s brutal honesty shattered his inflated ego.
With a piercing glare, she hissed,
“You are nothing but a despicable coward. Collin is more of a man than you’ll ever be. Comparing you to him is an insult—to him.”
Felix shouted, his voice echoing through the grim room as he yanked her roughly, dragging her back inside.
“Let me go!” Linsey cried, pain lacing every syllable.
“Linsey, listen to me!” Felix roared, his voice trembling with obsession.
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“You will never leave me! You’re mine—alive or dead!”
With that, he hurled her to the ground.
She crashed onto the filthy floor, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
Terror surged through her, full and paralyzing.
This couldn’t be happening…
Just as Felix loomed over her, his hands reaching for her clothes—
The door exploded open with a thunderous crash.
The sharp noise split the silence like lightning, snapping Felix’s focus from his vile intentions.
He spun around, eyes wide with fury.
“Who dares interrupt me?”
But the words barely left his mouth.
Standing in the doorway was Collin.
He was upright, tall and composed, framed by the splintered doorway.
And he wasn’t alone. A group of men flanked him, their presence cold and commanding, their expressions deadly.
Felix’s face twisted in disbelief.
What kind of twisted joke was this?
How had Collin found this place?
And more importantly—
Wasn’t he supposed to be a cripple?
How the hell was he standing there like nothing was wrong?
Felix had no time to process what was happening.
A brutal kick sent him flying across the room. He crashed against the wall with a sickening thud.
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