Chapter 184

"Vincent!" Susan Thompson spat out the name through clenched teeth, her entire body trembling.

She wished she could shove this man down the drain and wash him away, so he'd stop wreaking havoc with that handsome face of his.

"Scared?" Vincent King's lips curled into a wicked smirk, his dark eyes swirling with madness.

"I wonder what expressions Nicole Capra and Henry Bartley will have when they see you."

Susan bit down hard, swallowing the curses on the tip of her tongue. She couldn't alert the despicable pair outside.

Nicole and Henry had barely stepped through the door before tumbling onto the bed, wasting no time with words.

The bathroom door wasn't fully closed. Through the crack, Susan had a clear view of the obscene scene unfolding outside.

The lewd sounds burned her ears. Though she wasn't some naive girl, witnessing such intimacy up close was a first.

Vincent's gaze darkened, like a wolf locking onto its prey.

Susan shoved him with all her might, but he didn't budge an inch.

"Henry, this time there can't be any mistakes!" Nicole's sultry voice suddenly carried through. "Susan and that bastard of hers both have to die!"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure their deaths are spectacular," Henry cooed before planting a kiss on her.

"That fire in Willow Lane happened because of the incompetent fools you hired! It ruined my engagement party!"

"This time, nothing will go wrong," Henry fawned over her like a lapdog. "My sweet Nicole, don't be angry."

Susan's blood ran cold. That fire hadn't been an accident—it was attempted murder!

Vincent's brow furrowed. He'd assumed Susan had faked her death to escape, never imagining someone truly wanted her dead.

Nicole's cruelty turned his stomach. All that talk of undying love was just a cover for her affair behind Andrew Lucas's back.

"Let me go!" Susan hissed under her breath.

Vincent suddenly turned and silently locked the bathroom door.

He leaned in, his heated gaze fixed on her painted lips. Even without makeup, she was captivating—but this bold look was downright lethal.

The noises outside grew more shameless, and Vincent's breathing noticeably roughened.

He seized the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers in a fierce kiss.

"Be mine," he threatened between ragged breaths against her lips, "or I'll hand you over to them right now."