The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Chapter 11

As Wayne watched, his heart felt like it had been slashed by a knife. She had never resisted or been so afraid of getting intimate with him, except for the very beginning.

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The longer Wayne stared into Rosalynn’s eyes, the more she appeared unfamiliar to him. It was as if the deep connection and affection they had built over the past five years had been nothing but a figment of his imagination,

Why? By what justification?

Wayne’s anger surged within him, and he forcefully seized Rosalynn’s chin, his expression contorted into a sneer. “Rosalynn, you haven’t been acting like this in recent days. Playing the role of the weak and vulnerable now, do you truly believe it will sway me?”

With a ripping sound, her dress was torn apart. Rosalynn’s slender legs were exposed to the air.

“Wayne!”

screamed and curled up her legs, trying to knee Wayne away, but her strength was no match for

prevented her from evading him and firmly grasped one side of her face, initiating another kiss.

the taste of blood mingling between their lips. Despite this, Wayne

line of sight, she could see

resentment.

intense humiliation enveloped her. She had always thought she knew Wayne well enough, but right

so intense that if shame and anger had the power to take a life, she would have perished

down her cheeks, a manifestation of her overwhelming emotions. It felt as

on the verge of despair, Wayne abruptly halted. He released her lips, tilting

her tears. He gazed at her, his lips stained with blood, witnessing her trembling shoulders and red

tears. Genuine tears of

his

stood up from the sofa.

“Get lost!”

hell out

was running for her life. As she left 1899, she wisely shut