The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1210

Steven even prepared himself for the worst-case scenario.

He would not turn his back on Amelia, even if she was no longer a virgin. He made up his mind that Amelia was the only woman for him. Regardless of what happened, Amelia was perfect and pure to him.

Bella cussed as regret washed over her. "That animal! Had | known of his intentions toward Amelia, | would've left him dead on the surgical table."

"| assigned my men to apprehend Charles’ associates covertly.”

Justin sprung to action. "Charles is limp. He can't do this on his own. I'm sure his minions would know what is going on." Alight flickered in a flash.

No one saw how Asher drew his dagger.

His gaze was chilling. "My blade hasn't seen blood in a long time. Charles is asking for it. Who am | to deny Charles’ punishment?"

Charles carried Amelia, who was not in the right state of mind, into a guest room.

She was thrown into bed, her mind muddled. She wriggled restlessly and panted with difficulty. Amelia was a delicious sight.

Charles licked his lips as his eyes ravished her. He eagerly removed his clothes.

"Fuck! What the hell?”

He quickly realized a horrible problem. He could not get it up.

Charles took heavy breaths, but try as he may, he could not get an erection.

Before, Charles was known to keep it up for extended periods of time. However, he could not even take the right form to begin the rigorous exercise. How was he supposed to live up to his reputation? Amelia would regain consciousness once the drug effect subsided. When that happened, he would be accused of assault instead.

Charles started to hate Bella's guts. He believed she must have struck the nerves that connected to his manhood. Nevertheless, he had to nail Amelia. This was his only shot.

Since sleeping with Amelia was no longer an option, Charles simply tore her clothes.

She was voluptuous. Even so, Charles could not get it up.

“Fuck! | really want to fuck you!"

Suddenly, a thundering noise came from the back. Nearly wetting his pants, Charles slipped under the covers. "Who's there?”

"Your worst nightmare."

Three figures barged into the room.

Before Charles knew it, Justin took strides toward the bed with grimacing eyes and grabbed Charles by the hair to drag him from under the covers.

“Ahhh! Ow! It hurts! Let go, bastard!" Charles cried out in agony.

He sprawled across the floor, his bottom and left prosthesis showing.

Justin pushed his tongue against his cheek before lifting his foot to stomp

on Charles’ back. His eyes were downcast to hide his aggression.

"Don't look, Bella. | don't want you to see this." "It's just a butt."

Bella spat on Charles, ran to the bed, and lifted the covers with shaky hands. Her heart broke to pieces, and she shouted hysterically, "I'm going to kill you, Charles!" "Amelia!"

Steven rushed over in a flurry, his eyes welling up. He held his woman over the covers with trembling hands.

Even now, he could not bear to look at or touch her.

Steven wrapped his arms around Amelia, with the duvet separating. His injured hand patted her back in an offer of comfort. 

"Don't be scared. I'm here. No one can hurt you anymore.”

Amelia gradually regained consciousness and opened her eyes listlessly.