His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 534

In the guest room, Marina screamed in agony as Drake pressed the lit end of his cigar into her skin.

“Look at you—where did you get the guts?” he sneered. “Lying to Joker, lying to Jonathan…”

Drake took a knife from Keen, the blade razor-sharp and gleaming as he held it to Marina’s tear-streaked cheek.

She was so terrified she couldn’t even speak; her lips trembled uncontrollably.

“We’ve got a new batch of clients these days… some with pretty twisted tastes. They’re looking for… damaged goods.”

The moment Marina heard Drake say this, she knew exactly what fate awaited her.

Her sobs grew louder, desperate, nearly choking on her own breath.

Drake’s men stood by, laughing raucously, doubled over as if watching a farce.

Out in the hallway, the Thomas family’s bodyguards had already left. Only Prescott remained, standing alone.

He could hear the agonized screams coming from the guest room.

Marina’s screams.

Then came the men’s cruel laughter, and other sounds that made Prescott’s skin crawl.

He scowled and turned away.

Mr. Thomas’s instructions had been clear: hand Marina over to the Vipers’ Nest, make sure she received the punishment she deserved.

His job was done.

It was a stifling day—summer hadn’t even officially arrived, but the air felt heavy and oppressive.

Niamh sat inside the law office, across from her was Flynn Sinclair, who was all charm and easy smiles.

“It’s been too long. You look even more stunning than before,” he said.

Niamh took a sip of her iced coffee and smirked. “You haven’t changed at all, Flynn. Stop staring at my face like that.”

Flynn offered a sheepish grin. “Can you really blame me for looking? It’s not like I have any ulterior motives.”

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