Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 281

Ginger leaned back against the plush leather seat and let out a long breath, a sinister smirk slowly curving her lips.

While pouring that glass of water for Nora earlier, she had discreetly emptied the contents of the vial into it.

She had watched with her own eyes as Nora took a sip.

Even a single drop was more than enough.

She had paid an exorbitant sum on the black market for that drug. It was completely colorless and odorless, dissolving seamlessly without leaving any trace of a bitter aftertaste.

The slightest ingestion guaranteed absolute, irreversible infertility.

Even if she somehow managed to conceive, the child would not survive.

Hudson had completely ruined Silas's ability to have children, so she was going to ensure his bloodline ended permanently.

Her smile grew wider, but it never quite reached her eyes. Instead, a twisted, venomous hatred burned within them.

She had been married to Silas for eight long years.

Eight years of pure hell.

She had sacrificed her twenties, pouring her prime years into a man who despised her.

She had honestly believed that marrying into the Lancaster family would make her an untouchable queen. But the reality?

Silas was a sadistic monster who found sick pleasure in degrading her in bed. The bruises and cuts that littered her skin, constantly fading and renewing, told the harrowing tale of his cruelty.

She had thought about filing for divorce countless times.

But she was terrified.

The Lancaster family was akin to modern royalty.

If she walked away, her own parents would be the first to destroy her for losing them their golden ticket.

Moreover, she was addicted to the luxury and power her title afforded her. Without the Lancaster name, she was absolutely nothing.

So, she swallowed her pride and endured the torture for eight agonizing years.

But now, the tables had finally turned!

Ginger gently placed a hand over her lower stomach, pressing her palm against the soft silk of her dress, cherishing the fragile life growing inside her.

Eight years of bloody beatings, eight years of unimaginable humiliation, all leading up to this ultimate weapon.

Lawrence Lancaster's smooth, cultured voice drifted through the receiver, carrying a lazy indifference. "Is it done?"

"Yes, it's done." Ginger's voice tightened as she gripped the fabric of her dress. "I would never fail you."

"Did you give her the drive?"

Ginger nodded rapidly before remembering he couldn't see her. "Yes. I put it directly into her hands."

"Excellent."

His tone remained polite and entirely unreadable, yet an icy chill slid down Ginger's spine.

She hesitated, unable to hold back her curiosity. "Lawrence, what exactly... what exactly is on that drive?"

Dead silence on the other end.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to." Lawrence's voice was still perfectly calm, even holding a hint of amusement, but Ginger broke out in a cold sweat.

"Of course, of course. I won't ask."

"Good. That will be all."