Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 118

Lucas was furious and didn’t pick up on Annabelle’s deliberate prodding at all.

With a snobbish, dismissive look, he scoffed, “No one cares about her. Marrying me was the best thing that could’ve happened to her.

“I hit her, so what? Am I supposed to wait for some lucky day to do it?”

The live chat blew up instantly.

[Did I just hear that right? He’s actually proud of beating his wife?]

[Domestic abusers should just die.]

[He broke three ribs? Holy crap, he is so heartless.]

[No wonder he got hauled in by the cops. Doesn’t look like he’s learned a damn thing.]

[Did you guys just say which family he belongs to? Oh, now I remember; he’s the heir of Yadel Group. Boycott everything from Yadel Group, and say NO to domestic violence.]

[Damn, this abuser is flat–out taking advantage just because she has no one to stand up for her. What a coward, only picking on the weak.]

[Now I’m actually scared my face is going to fall off just thinking I used their skincare products.]

[Boycott Yadel Group. Stand up against domestic violence.]

The comments in the live chat were getting more and more intense, but Lucas was completely oblivious.

Annabelle narrowed her eyes, thinking, ‘Let’s see just how much trouble Lucas can bring on himself today.‘

“Lucas, don’t take it so far. Sophie’s sacrificed so much for you–anyone else would’ve melted a heart of stone by now,” Annabelle shot at him.

Lucas was burning with rage, convinced that Sophia had been scheming against him all this time.

“She’s nothing. Just a stand–in for three years so I could vent whenever I wanted. Now she thinks she’s grown a backbone? Listen up–she’s not even worth a damn in my eyes,” Lucas spat.

Annabelle’s eyes blazed with fury; she was trembling with rage for Sophia, her heart aching with indignation at Lucas’s cruelty.

Her heart twisted in pain and anger as she yelled, “Lucas, you bastard.”

“Where did Sophia run off to? Hand her over right now, or you’re going to pay for this,” Lucas snapped, his patience snapped. He seized Annabelle by the throat, forcing her to give up Sophia.

His blood pressure shot through the roof, and he immediately dialed Lucas’s number.

But Lucas’s phone was already blowing up; so many people were trying to reach him that the line was jammed, and no one could get through.

Lucas kept running his mouth, “Annabelle, you’ve got no one to back you up, just a helpless loner. As for Sophia? Her so- called family is useless.

“The Evans family treats Emily like she’s the queen of their world, but Sophia? She’s just a nobody, unloved and alone. I can mess with her all I want, and there’s not a soul who’d stand up for her.”

“Forget just breaking her ribs. I could lock her up and torment her day and night. No one’s ever going to come to her rescue,” he spat with a cruel smirk.

“You’d better know what’s good for you and hand her over, or you’ll be the next one I go after,” he threatened coldly.

Before Lucas could even finish, the bodyguard’s phone rang. He rushed off to take the call.

Whatever he heard on the other end made him break out in a cold sweat. “Mr. Westwood, please just stop talking.”

Lucas just wouldn’t listen. “Why are you all standing around? Get moving, and tear this place apart if you have to. I’ll drag her out myself.”