Chapter 89\u00a0<\/p>\n
425 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
George sped down the highway in a white van, frequently glancing into the rearview mirror. Wendy lay unconscious in the backseat, her delicate face pale under the dim interior light.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His gaze lingered on her figure, tracing every curve with an unsettling intensity. The mere thought of having her at his mercy made his blood boil with excitement. Still, he knew he couldn\u2019t act recklessly. He needed to get far away from Hovendale\u2013someplace where no one knew either of them. Once there, she would have no chance to escape. Then, he could do whatever he pleased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The anticipation made him flush with heat. Just as his mind spiraled into darker thoughts, the car in front of him stopped moving, and he slammed on the brakes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d he muttered, squinting through the windshield.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ahead, the cars had come to a complete stop. Drivers were poking their heads out of their windows, trying to make sense of the standstill.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on up there?\u201d someone shouted. \u201cAn accident?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d another voice replied. \u201cThe road\u2019s been blocked off. They\u2019re checking vehicles.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The road had been blocked off?\u00a0<\/p>\n
George\u2019s expression twisted with panic. A sinking feeling crept over him as snippets of conversations drifted through the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has the power to shut down an entire highway like this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you new here? It\u2019s Stanley Hawk, Hawk Group\u2019s CEO and Hovendale\u2019s top dog. This town might as well be his backyard. If he wants the road closed, it\u2019s closed. Simple as that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Mr. Hawk blocked off the road? Do you think his wife has run away, and he\u2019s hunting her down?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, right. You\u2019ve been reading too much fiction.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
George\u2019s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his heart sinking like a rock. He broke into a cold sweat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley was looking for Wendy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damn it! Lilian had assured him that Stanley didn\u2019t care about Wendy\u2013that she was nothing but a discarded woman. If that were true, why would Stanley go to such lengths to track her down?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Up ahead, a group of uniformed personnel began systematically inspecting cars, moving closer with every passing\u00a0<\/p>\n
moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George\u2019s chest tightened. He couldn\u2019t just sit and wait to be caught.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With gritted teeth, he threw open the van door, scooped up Wendy in his arms, and bolted into the surrounding wilderness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy stirred, her long lashes fluttering slightly. A cold, slimy sensation on her face jolted her awake. She opened her eyes to find herself in a dark, damp cave, lying on a pile of dry grass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George loomed over her, his hand shamelessly caressing her cheek with a disgusting smirk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re awake,\u201d he said, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of satisfaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 89\u00a0<\/p>\n
425 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
The back of Wendy\u2019s neck throbbed. The sensation of his hand on her skin was revolting, like a venomous scorpion clinging to her, making her stomach churn. Her voice was icy as she snapped, \u201cGet your filthy hands off me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
George didn\u2019t seem fazed by her resistance. His expression darkened with a perverse sort of amusement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, even back when you first came to the countryside, you were so beautiful it was almost unreal. I knew then that when you grew up, men would be lining up to get their hands on you. So why should I let anyone else have you? You\u2019re perfect for me\u2013you can be my wife.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice hardened, anger creeping in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you just had to be difficult. You had to stab out my eye and send me to prison for ten years! And for what? Nothing\u2019s changed. Look at you now! You\u2019re still under my control. No one can save you, Wendy. You\u2019ll lie here obediently and let me do whatever I want. Just like you should\u2019ve from the start.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
George\u2019s mind had been consumed with lust. He had stopped himself from acting on his urge, wanting to wait for Wendy to wake up so he could fully get his revenge for being blinded by Wendy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He reached out, yanking at her clothes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet go of me!\u201d Wendy screamed, thrashing against him with all her strength.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George\u2019s breathing grew heavier, his voice dripping with malice. \u201cWho do you think is going to save you? Your precious husband, Stanley?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His face twisted into a bitter sneer as he recalled his desperate escape earlier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too late. By the time he gets here, you\u2019ll already be ruined. No man will want you after that\u2013not even him!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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