Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1282: "Linsey!" he roared, drawing every eye in the vicinity. Linsey had no interest in prolonging the confrontation and turned to walk away. But Felix wasn't done. He rushed after her, seizing her shoulders and shouting to the crowd, "Look at this! A shameless woman who left me for a rich guy and now has the nerve to insult me!" "Felix, have you lost it?" Linsey exclaimed, struggling to pull free. He gripped her tightly, raising his voice. "Come see! Linsey acted all innocent with me, wouldn't let me touch her for over five years.

But on our wedding day, she fell for Collin, ditched me, and had sex..." Before he could finish, Linsey's hand cracked across his face, her eyes brimming with furious tears. Her rage drowned out all reason as she shouted, "Enough, Felix! How long are you going to keep harassing and defaming me?" Lowering his voice with a smug grin, Felix hissed, "Pay up, or I'll make an even bigger scene." Before he could say more, several towering figures charged toward him. Collin's bodyguards pinned Felix to the floor, one delivering a sharp slap across his face. "Keep your vile mouth shut!

How dare you slander Mrs. Riley?" Once Felix had been dealt with, Collin wasted no time at the birthday banquet. He made his exit without looking back. Once he reached Vista Villa, a bodyguard wheeled him inside. Hands lowering, he carefully rolled up his crisp white sleeves, hiding the old bloodstains on them. A sudden, hushed voice broke the quiet. "Mr. Riley, look at Mrs. Riley..." Collin followed the direction of the whisper, his eyes shifting toward the living room. It didn't take him long to spot Linsey, alone on the wide sofa, her posture withdrawn and vulnerable.

Bottles littered the coffee table in messy disarray, some already toppled and rolling across the carpet. A faint crease appeared between Collin's brows as he took in the scene. A quick signal sent his bodyguard away. The man nodded in understanding and slipped out, shutting the door behind him. Find the latest releases gⱯlnσvs․com Now, silence fell, just the two of them in the vast room. Steering his wheelchair forward, Collin called out to her, his voice low and steady, "Linsey." Linsey hardly moved, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could disappear into her own skin.

Whether she was awake or simply lost to drink, Collin couldn't tell. Her lack of response didn't stir any visible frustration from him. He turned his wheelchair fully to face her, then reached out and looped an arm around her waist. Without warning, Linsey slumped forward, collapsing into his lap. Collin leaned down, his face so close to her neck that he could smell the sharp bite of alcohol. "Do you have a death wish drinking like this?" His words came out rough, more worried than accusing. . . .