Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Meanwhile, Mrs. Morgan was still panicking, clutching Travis’s hand so tightly her nails dug into his skin. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, “I can bet you, there is nothing that bastard Marcus can do. He isn’t going to do anything! Travis please save my daughter. I will do anything p>
She held his hand even tighter, her body shaking with fear. “You said you know someone from the Langstone family. They are very powerful. If you call and ask for help, they can summon the police in just a snap of a finger. Please help and call the person p>
Travis shifted uncomfortably. “But p>
Mrs. Morgan cut him off, desperation thick in her voice. “I know you love Jessica. If you do this, I will do anything for you to marry Jessica p>
Travis’s head flew up at her words, a spark of ambition flashing in his eyes. The promise hit him hard. Marrying Jessica had always been his deepest desire, and Mrs. Morgan’s offer felt like a golden ticket. But deep inside, he knew this was almost impossible. He had been trying to contact the mysterious Langstone man for weeks, yet the calls always went unanswered. Lately, he had even started doubting whether the connection was real. Still, he wanted to act like a man in control.
“Yeah, I will call him. Don’t worry,” Travis said, forcing confidence into his voice.
He dialed the number. It rang once. Twice. No answer. He tried again, his fingers gripping the phone tightly. Still nothing. Mrs. Morgan’s eyes searched his face anxiously. “Why isn’t he picking? He must be busy. Let me text him first p>
As Mrs. Morgan frantically typed a desperate message on Travis’s phone, begging for immediate help, the tension in the room grew unbearable. Every second felt like an eternity. Mrs. Morgan kept muttering prayers under her breath while Travis paced, his mind racing between fear for Jessica and the tempting promise of her mother’s blessing.
Meanwhile, within those same two minutes, Natalie had already worked her magic on the laptop. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with impressive speed. “Got it,” she announced sharply. Then she gave Wilson the location.
Marcus’s eyes hardened with determination. “Call Commander Lee right now and give him the exact location. Tell him to meet me there immediately p>
Natalie nodded but looked concerned. “You are going alone? Let me mobilise our men p>
Marcus raised a hand, cutting her off. “There’s no time for that. It will take too long. Have them meet me there instead.” Without another word, he rushed out of the room.
He jumped into his sleek Range Rover, the powerful engine roaring to life as he hit the road at dangerous speed, weaving through traffic with only one goal: saving Jessica before it was too late.
Back at Wilson’s house, the situation had turned critical. Wilson had finished freshening up and stepped back into the master bedroom, his muscular, tattooed body still damp. He found Jessica curled up on
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the edge of the bed, looking small and terrified. A cruel smirk spread across his face.
“Now go shower also,” he ordered, his voice laced with impatience and lust.
Jessica trembled as she stood up and walked into the bathroom on shaky legs. She turned on the shower, letting the water run loudly to buy herself time. But after ten long minutes, Wilson’s patience snapped.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?” he barked.
He burst into the bathroom and froze for a split second when he saw Jessica desperately typing on her hidden burner phone, tears running down her cheeks.
“You this bitch!” he roared, lunging at her with fury in his eyes.
“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” Jessica cried out, trying to pull away, but Wilson was too strong. He wrenched the phone violently from her wrist, crushing it in his grip.
“No one will come for you. My men are all outside. I will fuck you until I’m satisfied p>
With brutal force, he pushed her roughly onto the bed.
With a wicked grin, Wilson pinned Jessica down on the bed, his heavy body pressing her into the mattress. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Help! Help! Somebody help me p>
Ignoring her cries, Wilson hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down, revealing his nakedness. His eyes burned with dark lust as he prepared to carry out the dirty act.
Suddenly
the bedroom door flew off its hinges with explosive force, slamming against the wall. Marcus stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury. His right fist dripped with fresh blood.
Wilson froze, shock written all over his face. “What the hell?! What are you doing here? How did you get
in p>
“You bastard!” Marcus snarled, dashing forward like a raging bull.
Wilson tried to react, swinging a wild punch, but Marcus was faster. He caught Wilson’s arm mid-swing, twisted it violently, and flung him across the room like a ragdoll. Wilson crashed into the dresser, shattering the mirror.
“How dare you try to rape her?!” Marcus roared, advancing on him.
Wilson scrambled to his feet, rage fueling him. He charged at Marcus, throwing heavy punches and kicks. For a moment, he landed a solid blow to Marcus’s shoulder, but it barely slowed him down. Marcus retaliated with brutal efficiency. He grabbed Wilson by the neck, lifted him off the ground, and slammed him hard into the wall. The impact cracked the plaster.
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Wilson fought back desperately, landing a few hits to Marcus’s ribs, but Marcus absorbed the pain like it was nothing and unleashed a storm of blows. He punched Wilson repeatedly in the face and stomach, each strike landing with bone-crunching force. He threw him around the room like a broken toy- slamming him into the wardrobe, then the floor.
Marcus dropped onto him, straddling Wilson’s chest. He kept punching mercilessly, over and over, his knuckles splitting open.
Smack Smack Smack
Blood soaked Wilson’s face and chest. Marcus stood up and began kicking him viciously in the ribs and stomach. Wilson curled into a ball, coughing up blood, his body twitching with every brutal impact.
“Marcus, stop!” Jessica screamed, finally finding her voice. She was shocked and overwhelmed. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed forward and hugged Marcus tightly from behind. “Enough! Enough, please! You will kill him at this rate. Let go, please p>
Marcus’s body was rigid with rage, but Jessica’s desperate plea and her warm arms around him slowly calmed the storm inside him. His breathing slowed. He stepped back, leaving Wilson groaning and barely conscious on the blood-stained floor.
Marcus turned to Jessica, his voice softening. “Are you okay? Did he touch you p>
Jessica shook her head quickly, still clinging to him. “You came in time. Thank you p>
Marcus nodded, gently wiping a tear from her cheek. “Let’s go p>
He took her hand firmly and led her out of the bedroom. As they walked through the living room, Jessica gasped. Wilson’s men were scattered across the floor like broken dolls. Most couldn’t even move. Blood was everywhere. Their guns lay uselessly scattered around them. The scene looked like a war zone.
Jessica’s mind raced. *How is this possible? No way Marcus beat all these men alone. It’s impossible p>
They reached the compound gate and were about to move out when the heavy metal gate suddenly flung open with a loud bang. A swarm of thugs rushed in-more than twenty armed men, all backup that Wilson had secretly called for earlier. They poured into the compound like a tidal wave, guns raised and faces twisted with aggression.
Marcus pulled Jessica behind him.
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Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.