My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 266

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 266

It’s dark.

She fumbled her way to the door.

Turning the lock, she realized that the door was locked from the outside.

Fear and anxiety surged into her heart as she shouted, “Hello? Is there anyone around? Where is this? Why are you keeping me here?”

She smacked the door hard, but she received no responses.

After Jenny and her left the café, she was kidnapped by people in a van. She lost consciousness after that.

When she woke again, she was already in this foreign place. Am I kidnapped?

Hera fearfully curled into herself as she fell to the ground.

I’m just a poor, powerless, and unloved daughter from the Chapman family. Why did they kidnap me? What is their motive?

Right then, the lights in the room turned on.

Then, the metal door unlocked.

A man in black stepped into the room.

There was a pill in his hand, and it looked familiar.

It looks like… The aphrodisiac I bought from the black market!

She hastily moved backward to put a distance between the man and her, then shrieked, “What are you trying to do?”

“Giving you some medicine.” The man’s voice was hoarse.

His face was veiled, and Hera could not see his features clearly.

“No! I don’t want it!” Hera screamed as she ran toward the door in an attempt to escape.

Unfortunately for her, the man was prepared. He grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall. Then, he pried open her mouth and forced the pill down her throat.

“No! It’ll-” Hera sobbed.

She struggled and tried to spit the pill back out.

However, the man took out a bottle of water and forced her to drink it.

Unable to resist him, she drank mouthfuls of the water.

Even if she wanted to spit the pill out, it was impossible now.

Once he was done, the man flung her off him and threw her onto the ground. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

He handled her the same way one would handle a rag.

Hera sprawled on the ground, disheveled. Her clothes were wrinkled, and her hair was in a mess. In her struggle earlier, the water had spilled down the front of her shirt, and now it was sticking to her skin.

Tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Do you want money? Is that what you want?”

She wailed as tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

She was born with a golden spoon. and she had never been treated in this way before.

“Too late. It’s too late for you.” The man looked at her, indifferent.

He then lifted her by her collar and heaved her out of the room.

Hera was dragged toward a van.

After tying her wrists, the man threw her onto the back seats.

The van sped off in the night toward the metropolitan area.

After a period of time unbeknownst to Hera, her body was starting to heat up.

She twisted and turned, hoping to relieve some of her discomforts.

However, her efforts were to no avail; the heat continued coming to her in waves.

She could not help but moan in agony.

Soon, her consciousness faded.

It was as if the man on the driver’s seat had not heard any noises she made; he continued to focus on the road without sparing her a glance.

The car slowly drove into the city.

Finally, it stopped in front of a club.

It was a club infamous for shady patrons.

Most of them were gangsters and thugs.

The man threw Hera in front of the club and untie her wrists.

Hera was boneless; she only had the barest of strength to stand up and walk.

With an unsteady gait, she entered the club.

The only thought in her head was that she needed men.

Her face was flushed bright red as she stumbled her way into the club, holding onto the walls and door frames for support.

A bald man noticed her lone entrance and swiftly walked toward her. “Hello, girl. You look pretty.”

Hera’s eyes were unfocused when she parted her lips and muttered, “I want… Give it… to me…”

The bald man instantly realized that the woman was drugged.

With greedy eyes, he smugly shouted to the few roguish men nearby, “Boys, come. We’re enjoying the time of our lives tonight!”

Immediately, several men crowded and dragged Hera toward a private room in the club.