The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

The smirk on Harrison’s face froze. It instantly morphed into a vicious, predatory glare. “You’re in this state and you’re still acting tough? Do you really think pissing me off is going to help you?”

Vivian dug her fingernails ruthlessly into her palms. The pain was the only thing keeping her lucid.

Her gaze was devoid of any warmth. “Pissing you off won’t help, but I’m warning you-don’t touch me. You can’t afford the consequences.”

Harrison ran his tongue along his teeth and chuckled.

When he looked at her again, his eyes held a twisted sense of admiration.

“Honestly, if you weren’t so damn stubborn, I wouldn’t mind keeping you around as a girlfriend.” Smart, gutsy, and above all, gorgeous.

He took slow, deliberate steps toward Vivian, unbuttoning his own shirt. “But girlfriend or not, it doesn’t matter. The result is the same. Come on, let me show you a good time…”

Vivian’s blouse had already been fully unbuttoned. He simply grabbed her sleeve and yanked it off.

Now, she was left in nothing but her lingerie.

That flawless skin. That incredibly narrow waist.

Harrison’s restraint snapped. He sped up taking off his own clothes.

Vivian shot a desperate glance at the door. Between the physical struggle and her spiking heart rate, the drug’s intense heat was threatening to overwhelm her again. She couldn’t stay in this room. She couldn’t…

As the man lunged at her, she threw herself to the side.

But a woman impaired by a heavy sedative was no match for an able-bodied man.

Harrison grabbed her arm and delivered a brutal slap across her face.

“Still running? Go ahead, run!”

Vivian turned her head back. She tasted blood in her mouth. Her clear eyes radiated a terrifying, murderous intent.

Harrison’s heart gave an involuntary stutter. He grabbed her shoulders and violently hurled her back onto the bed.

The hospital bed was lined with cold steel. Vivian crashed against it hard, multiple times.,

Good.

The pain kept her lucid.

He fancied himself an art connoisseur, taking a moment to admire his perfect masterpiece.

This woman… from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she was flawless.

“Come here. Let me give you a kiss.”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“That’s a good girl.”

His repulsive breath fanned across her neck. Vivian squeezed her eyes shut. She stopped struggling. No one could tell what she was thinking, but the subtle twitching of her jaw betrayed her rage. When she opened her eyes again, they were completely devoid of light, replaced by a terrifying, silent ferocity.

For a moment, the room grew agonizingly quiet.

The hallway outside was just as eerily silent.

The man’s heavy, filthy breathing echoed through the space.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

In the exact second Vivian unclenched her fist, a guttural, agonizing scream shattered the silence, echoing so loudly it triggered the hospital’s emergency corridor lights.