Chapter 12 Mom
He whispered intimately, his breath caressing her ear, delivering the most grating of phrases.
With teary eyes, Juniper laughed.
Magnus looked down, and Juniper tilted her head up to meet his mocking gaze, "If I didn’t get out of here tonight, Magnus, would there be a hint of mercy in you?"
Would he think to rush back to the hotel to save her?
Even if it was just a fleeting thought...
His handsome face was a mask of cold indifference, and he fixed her with his deep, icy black eyes without a word for a long while.
Juniper seemed to know the answer, but there was a rebellious hope stirring in her heart.
Tears silently traced down her cheeks, her voice hoarse, "Magnus, I want to know the answer."
Yes, or no.
She needed him to be straightforward, to cut free from her last hopeful thread.
Magnus suddenly declared, "Juniper, did you know that I've been on the brink of death? No, to be exact, I've faced death twice. Do you know the instances?"
She had betrayed him in court six years ago—that counted as one.
The other occasion, she was unaware.
With a steely gaze fixed on her, Magnus uttered each word with precision, "The first time, you betrayed me in the court. The second, I nearly got a knife to the heart inside. I'd rather have died than endure that living hell."
The irony was, at that time, he was stabbed by someone under the orders of Alexander Beaumont. Robert used his connections with the Browns to rush him to the hospital. On his deathbed, Robert said Magnus was still calling out for Juniper in his dreams.
Six years ago, Juniper had been like ivy entwined around his heart.
While in prison, he'd painstakingly ripped off that ivy from his heart, strand by strand, each one tugging at his most vulnerable flesh.
After such a betrayal, gutted and raw, what right did she have to ask if he'd ever shown any weakness?
"You don't deserve to know."
Juniper was at a loss, her eyes brimming with regret, "I'm sorry..."
She genuinely had no idea of the perils he had faced on the inside.
Magnus gave a dismissive chuckle—cold and distant, "Don't worry, Juniper. You'll pay back what you owe me, bit by bit."
His large hands rested on her slender shoulders as he looked her over.
"How did David treat you tonight?"
Silence fell.
Juniper gazed at him, dumbfounded, lips parting but no words forming.
"Did it feel like a fate worse than death?"
"Juniper, I spoiled you rotten before, making you think others would be as soft-hearted with you as I was."
Magnus's silhouette was enveloped in darkness, reminiscent of a demon.
For the first time, Juniper found Magnus terrifyingly ominous, his resolution instilling fear.
Large tears spilled from her eyes.
Without a trace of emotion, he lifted his hand to wipe away the scorching drops. "You fall apart this easily without me really picking on you. Juniper, you're so frail; I could play you to death."
Today's Magnus could easily crush her with a gentle squeeze, easier than snuffing out an ant.
Yet, that wasn't the kind of amusement Magnus was looking for.
Crushing Juniper's pride and spirit inch by inch was where the real fun lay.
A black Maybach made its way to a nearby luxury hotel.
The last vestiges of Juniper's sobriety were devoured by the potency of the drugs.
Her body flushed with heat, she clung to Magnus.
He remained impeccably dressed, fingers pinching her chin as his breath drew close…
Juniper naturally closed her eyes, anticipating the inevitable entanglement.
Magnus fixed his cold, dark gaze on her, watching her fall into a spellbound frenzy of loss of control.
Just as Juniper's lips brushed against his, he scoffed with a chilling voice, "You don't actually think you still have the right to climb into my bed, do you?"
Juniper's thick lashes trembled violently.
She found herself thrown into a bathtub by Magnus!
He refused to touch her, even less to be her antidote.
The shower was turned on full blast, icy water cascading over her head!
Juniper shivered from the cold, struggling to rise, only to be mercilessly pushed back by his strong hand.
"So cold..."
A red mark marred her neck.
It must have been from David.
Magnus found that red streak unbearable to look at.
He repeatedly sprayed her delicate neck skin with the showerhead, utterly indifferent to Juniper's cries of pain.
She was nearly naked in the bathtub.
Meanwhile, Magnus's appearance was still one of pristine, arrogant refinement.
A wave of intense humiliation numbed Juniper's pain.
Magnus must have truly hated her, immersing her in cold water for an entire hour before he was willing to let her go.
When she finally got up, her body was unsteady, her vision darkening…
In the middle of the night, she ran a high fever, trembling and hugging herself as she shook with chills.
In her dreams, she repeated over and over, "I'm sorry."
She accepted the consequences of her actions.
But she was so cold, cold as if death was upon her… Jennifer still needed her; she had to earn seventy thousand dollars for Jennifer's surgery.
How she survived that night, she had no idea.
Come morning, barely managing to open her heavy eyelids, just as consciousness was returning, a forceful slap landed on her right cheek!
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