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

tie them tight enough. Next time, make them tighter." Justin collapsed weakly onto the sofa. Leaning back, he looked up to the ceiling. His throat moved painfully

had endured this time. But what about the next endless torment after

Suddenly, his phone rang.

great effort, picked up the phone from the coffee table, and saw the name "Bella" flashing on

Without delay, he answered, his voice low and steady. "It's

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

his lips together.

in danger. My brothers are either unreachable or out of the country... I don't know what to

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

quickly and