Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1197: In the intimacy of the master bedroom once shared by Linsey and Felix, a troubling scene unfolded. Joanna, draped in a silk nightgown taken from Linsey's wardrobe, had deliberately left the top buttons undone, revealing the enticing curve of her chest. The fabric clung to her skin like a second layer, sensual and provocative. She knelt between Felix's legs, her manicured fingers toying with his zipper, her demeanor betraying no hint of illness or restraint-only a calculated, sultry hunger.

"So, are you really planning to bring Linsey back?" she asked, her voice honeyed with mock concern. Felix gave a low chuckle, stroking her cheek with deliberate ease. "Of course not. I was only playing her. Do you really think I'd let her return? She's living with another man now. If that gets out, what will happen to my reputation?" He scoffed. "Collin clearly has a thing for her, so let him take her. Frankly, she was always too stiff. All those years together, and she never let me lay a finger on her." His tone darkened with bitterness.

After all, hadn't she been the reason Collin had targeted his company in the first place? The memory stung. And the resentment festered. Joanna, hearing his resentment, let a sly smile curve her lips. "If Linsey couldn't satisfy you..." she purred, slowly pulling down the zipper with practiced ease. Her breath was warm against his skin. "Then let me take care of that for you." Meanwhile, at Vista Villa, Linsey sat alone at the dining table, mechanically picking at the food she had ordered. Her appetite had vanished after that call with Felix. The dishes, beautifully plated, now tasted of ash.

She hesitated-should she go see what had happened? Her feet itched to move, but fear rooted her in place. Before she could decide, the elevator door slid open. Collin emerged, seated in his wheelchair. He looked lethal, stone-faced, and unreadable. Behind him stood the butler Ivy had sent. "Mr. Riley-" Roland began, taking a cautious step forward. But Collin didn't let him finish. He raised a gun and pointed it directly at the man's forehead. "If you speak again," he said icily, "I'll shoot you." Roland blanched, stumbling back in silent terror.

Before the tension could thicken further, a slender figure stepped between them. With a mix of fear and fury in her voice, Linsey snapped, "Collin, have you lost your mind? That's your grandmother's butler! How can you point a gun at him like that?" "Stay out of it," he growled. His voice was like ice, edged with fury. Even in her fear, Linsey held her ground. "It is my business," she insisted, chin raised defiantly. "Whatever you're going through, it doesn't justify threatening someone's life!" . . .