The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: The Trap Tightens

Estella had truly impressed herself with how well she had handled the situation so far—no wonder that wealthy heir had taken an interest in her just moments ago. She felt a quiet pride, though she kept her expression carefully neutral.

Without responding, Estella maintained a composed face and exited the restroom. But the waitress, catching her cool demeanor, sneered with thinly veiled contempt. “What’s the matter? Think you’re some kind of noble? You’re just another gold-digger like the rest,” she spat bitterly.

In places like this upscale restaurant, the kind frequented by rich socialites and powerful businessmen, it was common for men to bring female companions purely for amusement. After all, who would ever bring a genuine girlfriend or wife to such a venue?

Estella’s chest tightened with a flicker of anger as the waitress’s words echoed in her mind.

She returned to her seat, intending to eat a few bites and make a swift exit. But then, from the table beside her, a couple began kissing openly while dining. The woman even boldly straddled the man’s lap, completely unbothered by the public setting.

The display was too much for Estella. She stood, ready to leave immediately.

Kevin, however, caught her arm with a sly grin that made her skin crawl. “What era do you think we’re living in? Don’t tell me you can’t handle seeing a little public affection?” he teased.

Estella shot back with a cold smirk, “Sorry, this place isn’t for me. I’m leaving.”

Kevin wasn’t about to let her walk away so easily. He yanked her back and pushed her down onto the plush sofa.

This restaurant was tailor-made for clients like him—wealthy, entitled, and unrestrained. Once inside, no one questioned what people did with their companions. In fact, the staff discreetly provided condoms upon request, catering to the guests’ every whim.

Some patrons weren’t satisfied with the usual offerings, but as long as they tipped well, the waiters happily continued to serve their desires.

Pinned beneath Kevin’s weight, Estella’s whole body trembled—not from fear, but from the fury boiling inside her. She called out for help, but her voice was swallowed by the ambient noise; no one paid her the slightest attention.

Even the man at the next table glanced her way, his eyes lingering on her slender waist with a furtive look.

Kevin chuckled darkly as he toyed with the edge of her coat. “You came here with me, so why act like you’re better than this? Don’t you know this is Javerton’s most famous couple’s restaurant? Once you step inside, you can do whatever you want. And if you stick with me, I can give you far more than you ever dreamed of. I heard you started an art center? Ha, I’ll just buy you a whole chain of publicly listed art centers. You’ll be the boss lady, running the show. How’s that sound?”

He was sure his grand offers would sway her.

But Estella felt only humiliation deep in her bones.

This man, who thought forcing women into submission was a game—how low could he stoop?

Her eyes burned with intense rage. She reached into her bag, fingers closing around the pepper spray she always carried for protection.

Kevin must have sensed her move. With a swift motion, he tossed her bag aside, grabbed her wrist tightly, and said in a low, possessive tone, “Estella, listen to me. I’ve dated plenty of women—some willing, some not. But in the end, they all came back to me. You know why? Because I make them happy. Not just in bed, but in life too. I’m one meter eighty tall, with eight-pack abs, perfect health, and real style. Not like some boring guy who can’t compare. A man like me—don’t I move you?”

Estella wanted nothing more than to curse him out, to tell him exactly what she thought.

She lunged for something on the table to strike him with, but before she could, Kevin pulled out a rope and swiftly tied her up, his voice dripping with filthy confidence.

Estella’s lips curved into a sly smile as she reached for the rope and began tying his hands.

Kevin’s breath hitched, anticipation thick in the air.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked, his voice rough.

Leaning close to his ear, Estella whispered, “I like making men suffer.”

A laugh escaped Kevin’s lips, trembling with excitement. “Good. You really aren’t like the other women…”

He had always been the one in control; being dominated by a woman was a new, thrilling experience.

Estella tossed her long hair aside and pulled two thin hairpins from it.

With Kevin’s eager gaze fixed on her, she gripped the pins tightly and drove them sharply into his shoulder.

“Ah!” he cried out in pain.

At the sound of his scream, a dark shadow flickered across Estella’s eyes.