Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 574

Chapter 574

Chapter 574

The silver-haired young man had striking, chiseled features and sharp, upturned eyes that radiated intensity. A skull-shaped earring dangled from his earlobe, and his whole demeanor screamed, “Don’t mess with me.”

He stared at Vanessa for a long moment. “What’s there to think about? Didn’t I satisfy you? Or are you just planning to screw me and forget me?”

Vanessa crossed her arms and snorted coldly. “You didn’t last long at all. Color me unimpressed.”

“Holy shit, Vanessa, you’re so dead!” He shoved Vanessa inside, slammed the door shut, and locked it. Pinning her arms, he hauled her toward the bed and growled, “If you can still walk out of this bed today, I’ll call you Daddy for the rest of my life.”

Vanessa snapped, “Get the hell out!”

Vanessa grabbed him by the throat, but he seized her wrists, forced them behind her back, and bound them.

He ripped off his shirt right in front of her, then began tearing at her clothes.

Little did Aria know that a single phone call would make Vanessa start criticizing her bed partner, only for it to backfire spectacularly on her.

After freshening up, Aria stepped out to find Owen leaning casually against the wall.

Owen approached her, his voice low and husky. “Feeling sore anywhere?”

Aria shot him a look. “Everywhere hurts.”

Owen said, “I’ve ordered food. I’ll go wash up first, and after we eat, I’ll give you a massage.”

He knew he should’ve done it right after, but honestly, he was too exhausted himself.

Aria nodded. “Sounds good.”

After a half-hour post-meal rest, Aria lounged on the recliner like a pampered queen while Owen massaged her shoulders and hands, utterly blissful.

Her phone buzzed with a notification.

Vanessa: [God, I’m absolutely wrecked…]

Aría chuckled and typed: [What happened?]

Vanessa: [I’m completely wiped out. Call me instead-too tired to text.]

Aria: [Owen’s here.]

Vanessa: [Holy shit! Are you two still going at it?]

Aria: [Don’t get the wrong idea-he’s just giving me a massage.]

Vanessa: [Does he always give you a massage after… you know?]

Aria texted back: [Yeah.]

Vanessa: [OMG! Babe, I’m dying of envy!]

‘Owen’s giving my bestie a massage, while the guy next to me is out cold, snoring away. Ugh, comparison really hurts,’

1/2

Vanessa thought bitterly.

Fuming, Vanessa turned around and, despite her soreness, drew up her knee to kick the guy right off the bed.

Bare-assed, Zac Atwell crashed onto the floor and ended up rolling over in a tangle.

Zac yelped, clutching his sore butt as he knelt on the floor. “What’s wrong with you now?” he demanded.

Vanessa gritted her teeth. “You always just pass out after we’re done!”

Zac looked utterly confused, his gaze drifting to Vanessa’s phone.

He’d always known Vanessa was a bit of a tsundere-she’d never say what she really meant, so it was always up to him to figure her out.

The differences between how men and women thought were just too vast-sometimes, he genuinely couldn’t figure her out.

The last thing he wanted was to get dumped again.

Throwing all sense of decency out the window, Zac sprang to his feet and, in one swift motion, lunged forward to snatch her phone right out of her hand.

Vanessa shrieked, “Hey! Give it back!”

Zac darted away and immediately started scrolling through the chat history on her phone.

Vanessa had already leapt out of bed. She snatched the phone back from him and gave him a light smack.

She was too worn out to put any real force behind it-more of a love tap than anything.

Zac chuckled. “Seriously, if you wanted a massage, you could’ve just asked instead of kicking me out of bed.”

Vanessa snorted. “Who needs your massage? There are plenty of guys lining up to give me one.”

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