Chapter 744 Seeing Through the Treacherous Plot 1
But Marlon seemed to have anticipated it.
He quickly turned around, grabbed Beth from behind, one hand choking her neck, the other snatching the scissors from her hand.
"Let go of me, Marlon, you bastard, let go of me."
Beth shouted angrily.
Marlon tightened his grip, his veins bulging from the effort.
His face showed a vicious and malicious look, "Beth, dare you to kill me? I guess you don't want to live anymore."
Beth was already starting to lack oxygen, unable to speak as breathing became difficult.
Her eyes gradually became dull and lifeless.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, Marlon suddenly let go of her.
She stumbled and fell hard to the ground, confusion and fear flooding her mind.
The scissors blade plunged straight into her palm.
Instantly, Beth let out a horrific scream.
Since receiving Beth's call late at night, Grace had a very bad feeling.
She told Linda about it.
Linda said she would send someone to investigate.
The response was: Beth and Marlon had been in the hotel for the past few days, with Marlon only coming out once to buy medicine.
As for Beth, there was no news at all.
Grace tried to call Beth but couldn't reach her.
"Linda, can you find out what medicine Marlon bought that day?"
"Okay."
An hour later, Linda responded.
"Grace, your intuition is spot on. That scumbag Marlon not only bought cold medicine but also sleeping pills."
"Sleeping pills? Don't you need a doctor's prescription for those?" This answer surprised Grace.
"Who knows where he got them from, but either way, buying sleeping pills is a bad sign."
Grace remained rational, calmly analyzing the situation.
"It definitely wouldn't be for himself, so there's only one possibility: it's for Beth."
"If I'm not mistaken, Beth already knows about his despicable actions, and they've already broken up. If he bought those pills... Linda, I need you to make some arrangements in advance."
"Okay."
For a whole week, Beth was locked in the room by Marlon.
He kept all the curtains tightly closed, not letting a single ray of light in.
The entire room felt oppressively lit.
Beth had cursed him until she couldn't anymore.
Her hand, where the scissors had pierced, was now festering and inflamed, causing excruciating pain.
Most of the time, she lay on the carpet, barely clinging to life, living in utter misery.
Once Marlon's true nature was revealed, he treated her like a dog, cruelly and without a shred of mercy.
Her clothes hadn't been washed in a long time, reeking of sweat and sticking to her body, making her feel utterly disgusting.
When she was hungry, he would give her a cold, hard piece of bread or a sandwich.
She got only one bottle of water a day.
He wouldn't let her touch anything else.
If she dared to resist, he would beat her mercilessly until she cried and begged for mercy.
At that moment, Beth felt nothing but regret, endless regret.
She gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face.
Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes onto the carpet.
But today, something seemed different.
As soon as Marlon got up, he opened all the curtains.
The blinding sunlight made Beth shield her eyes with her hand.
Suddenly, Marlon squatted in front of her, speaking gently, as if he had returned to his former self.
"Honey, are you hungry?"
Although she wanted to spit in his face, for the sake of survival and revenge, she could only nod desperately, "I'm hungry."
"Well, I've prepared a sumptuous breakfast for you today. As long as you behave, I promise you can eat it all."
Beth brushed her hair aside, looking at him longingly.
Marlon smiled and said, "Get up, take a shower, and put on a beautiful dress."
She nodded vigorously and did as he said.
After changing her clothes, her hair was still a mess.
Marlon gave her a disdainful look.
Beth immediately went to wash her hair.
Standing in front of the mirror, she told herself that no matter how humiliating or miserable it was, she had to endure it.
Only by doing so could she survive and regain her freedom one day.
After breakfast, Marlon even tended to her wound, applying high-quality medicine.
Not only that, but Marlon bought a lot of her favorite foods.
In the afternoon, he told Beth to take a nap.
Beth hadn't touched a bed in a long time, and she slept until five in the afternoon.
When Beth woke up, Marlon was standing in front of her.
Marlon was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and pulling his tie with the other.
His face was getting closer and closer.
Beth shuddered and immediately sat up. "What are you doing?"
"Honey, I have to say, your body is very tempting."
With that, Marlon pounced on her.
Beth had no room to retreat.
In the end, she could only close her eyes, tears streaming down her face, letting him continue.
After it was over, she lay on the bed, the room in disarray.
Marlon took a dress from the closet and threw it at her. "Change into this dress and put on some makeup."
"For what?" Beth asked, her heart trembling.
He suddenly smiled, but to her, that smile was like a venomous snake, making her feel scared.
Marlon's hand gently caressed her cheek, his voice was soft.
"Honey, I've thought a lot these days. We're already married and have announced it publicly. Everyone knows."
"Instead of torturing each other like this, ruining both our reputations, why not learn to forgive and support each other?"
"I promise you, as long as you help me take down Grace, ruin her reputation, and ensure she never has a chance to enter the entertainment industry, I'll treat you like I used to."
Beth sneered inwardly; she wouldn't believe a word Marlon said.
But for now, she could only play along, pretending to hesitate before nodding, "How do you want me to help you?"
"Change your clothes, put on some makeup, and I'll take you to an event."
"Okay."
After putting on makeup, Beth slowly walked out.
Marlon squinted his eyes, rubbing the glass in his hands, then handed it to her, "Thirsty? I made you some orange juice, your favorite. Have a drink."
A very large glass of orange juice.
Beth was indeed thirsty and drank half the glass in one go.
"Why aren't you drinking more? Don't you like it?" Marlon immediately asked.
"It's good, but with careful tasting, a strange flavor emerges, and it's very sweet."
"Your throat isn't well, so I added a lot of honey to soothe it. Drink up, and we'll leave once you're done."
"Alright."
Beth tilted her head back and drank the rest of the orange juice.
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