Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 16

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires**

Nora’s body quivered violently, a wave of revulsion washing over her as the filthy hands groped her, leaving her skin crawling with discomfort.

An overwhelming tide of hatred surged from deep within her, raw and primal, a force she could scarcely contain.

How could she have ever thought she loved someone like him?

“Damn, she’s got a great body. Babe, wear this next time we screw—I’ll go crazy,” Chase had said, his voice dripping with a mix of lust and possessiveness.

In the villa, he had just finished indulging in the sight of Camila’s cat-ear lingerie, his eyes glinting with desire as he reached for the surveillance remote, eager to monitor the situation unfolding with Nora.

“Let me check the feed—I’m not convinced those thugs understand the boundaries. I specifically told them to scare her, not to lay a finger on her,” he muttered, his annoyance palpable.

He was aware of his limits, after all.

Nora was still his wife, and he had no intention of truly harming her.

Camila, however, stood beside him, her eyes flickering with a hint of guilt before that emotion vanished, replaced by a sultry smile. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing a tantalizing path along his waist.

“But Chase… this is our first time since I got pregnant. Don’t you want to try something… new?” she purred, her voice laced with temptation.

“Not now,” he snapped, irritation creeping into his tone.

Ignored, Camila boldly straddled his lap, her hand slipping beneath his belt, igniting a fire within him.

His breath quickened, becoming ragged as the last threads of his restraint snapped like brittle twigs underfoot.

In a burst of primal instinct, he pinned her down onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire.

“Please… don’t… don’t…”

Meanwhile, Nora fought against her captors with every ounce of strength she could muster.

“I’ll pay you—double, triple whatever he gave you—just let me go. Please…..”

The men merely grinned, their expressions twisted with malice.

“Sorry sweetheart, your husband made it very clear—told us to ‘take good care of you,'” one of them sneered, the laughter in their voices crude and mocking.

They began to argue over who would have the first turn, unbuckling their belts with lewd intentions as they lunged toward her.

“NO—!”

Just as their hands reached for her, a thunderous series of thuds reverberated through the room, shaking the very air around them.

One by one, the men were thrown to the floor, their bravado shattered in an instant.

Amidst the chaos, a tall, imposing figure emerged, his presence radiating authority and menace.

His gaze swept over the attackers as if they were nothing more than vermin, unworthy of his time.

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