The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Inside the room, Justin lay tied to the bed, bound tightly with ropes. A towel was stuffed in his mouth as his entire body convulsed violently, wracked by the excruciating torment of drug withdrawal. It felt like thousands of ants gnawed relentlessly at his flesh and bones.

He would no longer take the drugs.

There were countless times when he felt an overwhelming urge to give in, to take just one dose and end it all. His iron will was reaching its breaking point.

But in the end, he endured. Justin curled up tightly, his crimson eyes shut firmly.

Justin remembered when he was young, his mother had told him time and again to be a person of integrity and dignity. He could not disappoint his mother or those who believed in him. He absolutely could not fall into depravity!

Outside the door, Ian checked his watch. Seeing that the time was right, he unlocked the door and entered, locking it again behind him.

When he turned around, he was startled to see Justin standing stiffly in the living room. His handsome face was ashen, damp, and disheveled black hair clung to his forehead. He exuded a feeling of defeat and frailty.

ropes?" Ian's chest ached as

onto the sofa. Leaning back, he looked up to the ceiling. His

the next endless

Suddenly, his phone rang.

be at this hour?' Justin leaned forward with great effort, picked up the phone from

fell heavily. Without delay, he answered, his voice low and

Salvador, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest."

his lips together.

are either unreachable or out of the country... I don't

to you." Before she could finish, Justin shot up from the couch, though he

quickly and rushed