Chapter 490 A Calcted Move
The more Marilyn looked at Victor, the more she felt she had struck gold.
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But as she secretly admired him, Victor’s eyes swept over her in turn–and disappointment struck him. hard.
It wasn’t her looks. By most standards, Marilyn was beautiful, the sort of woman wealthy men would be willing to keep.
What repelled him was the sharp calction in her gaze.
Last night, drugged and burning, he had lost himself in a stranger’s arms. He hadn’t seen her face, but her presence–her body–had drawn him in. Even after the haze should have cleared, he hadn’t been able to stop. He had thought that whoever she was, she must at least feel… right.
But Marilyn didn’t. Not at all.
“Victor, I…”
She knew making him believe she was the woman fromst night was only the first step. To secure her position in the Luke family, she would need his child.
Her face tilted up, feigning softness as she pressed against him, her pale hand circling over his chest in slow, suggestive strokes.
“Don’t touch me.”
His rejection was immediate and sharp. He flung her hand away with enough force to send her tumbling off the bed, sprawling gracelessly on the floor.
Marilyn froze, stunned.
Then fury rose, scorching through her chest.
She had counted–he’d taken Adeline five times at leastst night, unable to stop himself. And yet when she so much asid a hand on him, he cast her aside like filth?
Why her? Why not her?
The humiliation burned, but she swallowed it back. She knew too well that men didn’t want hysterics; they wanted softness. So she bit down on her anger, painting her face with wounded innocence,
“I…”
Victor, meanwhile, was unsettled by himself.
There was no denying how deeply he’d lost controlst night. He had been consumed by that woman’s body, by something about her that had felt impossibly right.
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Could it be that he’d only, been under the influence, that the drugs had overridden his revulsion toward
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women? That sober, he was simply reverting to the way he had always been–detached, untouched, unwilling?
Confusion lingered, but he settled on that exnation.
Still, no matter what, he had taken a womanst night. He had vowed to take responsibility. Even if he could never feel desire for her again, he would not abandon that promise.
“Earlier… I’m sorry. Last night was my fault. I said I would take responsibility, and I will.”
Marilyn’s heart soared. The shame of being thrown down, the bitterness of rejection–all of it was washed away in the flood of triumph.
All her life, her aunt Holly had overshadowed her. Holly had money, homes, sess–and worst of all, had taken in Adeline, stealing what should have been Marilyn’s inheritance.
Her parents had always said it: her father was the rightful heir, her aunt was nothing but a useless girl, and her wealth should belong to them. Yet Holly had been cold and selfish, even throwing them out when they tried to move into her vi.
Marilyn hated her aunt. She hated her whole family.
But soon she would be the Luke family’s second young mistress. Soon she would crush Holly beneath her heel and watch her beg.
“What’s your name?”
Victor’s voice snapped her back. She straightened quickly, softening her tone. “Marilyn.”
He gave only a faint nod, his obsidian eyes as cold and unreadable as still water.
After a long pause, his voice came again, even colder. “You should go.”
“I…..”
She stiffened. Of course she didn’t want to leave. The Luke family was a fortress–marrying into it required more than a man’s word. She needed to secure her ce before being cast aside.
She lowered her gaze, her torn clothing on disy. “My clothes are ruined. I can’t go out like this. And… there are so many marks on me. I can’t go home. If my mother finds out what happened, she’ll tear me apart. Victor, I’m begging you–don’t send me away.”