The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535 The Last Straw

With every word Victor spoke, Susic trembled even more.

“Victor,” she snapped, her voice shaking. “I know you know Jonathan isn’t your son. Whatever grudge you have, take it out on me. Let him go. I never agreed to be with you–it was you who forced me.”

“Forced you?” Victor said slowly, almost as if savoring the memory. “That’s not how I remember it. You were very enthusiastic in bed.”

“Shut your mouth.”

Susie couldn’t bear to hear another word. Pointing at him, she hissed, “You drugged me, you monster.

That entire chapter of her life was a dark void she never wanted to revisit. She had lost control of her own body, reduced to a creature ruled by forced lust. If Wendy hadn’t saved her, she couldn’t even imagine what she might’ve become.

Victor’s abuse hadn’t just destroyed her physically–it had shattered her psychologically.

And yet, being insulted like that didn’t even anger Victor. Calmly, he asked, “So you came here to talk to me like this?”

Susie bit her lip, glaring. “What do you want?”

“Did I teach you to speak this way?” Victor’s voice turned low. “Or has it been so long you’ve forgotten?”

Those words struck a nerve. Susie flinched, as if a buried memory had clawed its way to the surface. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly knelt down.

Victor’s mood lifted. The sight of her brought back flashes of the past–of Nancy.

“Come here,” he beckoned with a curled finger. “You know how to.”

This time, Susie didn’t resist. She got down on the floor and slowly crawled toward him.

Victor watched with sick satisfaction, his heart filling with twisted pleasure.

He enjoyed breaking people–especially the ones with fire in their spirit. The one he’d most wanted to tame had never been Nancy. It was Wendy. That fierce woman had defied him at every turn. He had tried everything, but in the end, she had never bowed to him.

He nudged Susie’s chin up with his foot, surveying her face with disdain.

“This face isn’t pretty at all,” he said with a sneer.

Susie’s appearance was plain. Compared to the radiant Nancy from years ago, she was a shadow.

If she’d looked like this back then, he would’ve never fallen for her at first sight.

He used to think he’d loved Nancy. But now, standing face–to–face with the real woman, he felt nothing. No desire. No fondness. In fact, Wendy had left a far deeper impression.

“If Wendy were still alive, she’d be nothing like you.”

Susie’s expression shifted at the mention of that name.

Victor dared to bring up Wendy?

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