Chapter 460 My Right to Have You
Albert was visibly on edge, as if he might lose his temper any second.
Hearing his accusation, Yvette merely scoffed, pushing him away.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with contempt and disgust. The hypocrisy was staggering—Albert had been the one sneaking off to hotels with Violet, yet here he was, accusing her over a simple scarf.
She recoiled from his proximity; whenever he came close, images of him entering that hotel with Violet flooded her mind, making her nightmares increasingly vivid.
Yvette stepped back coldly, turning her head away, refusing to answer.
Tension hung in the air. Sensing her disdain, Albert's frustration mounted.
He clenched his fists, jaw tight, finally unable to contain himself.
In one fluid motion, he stepped forward and swept Yvette into his arms, giving her no chance to resist.
"Don't touch me!" she protested, struggling against his grip.
Albert's face darkened as he threw her onto the bed and pinned her down with his body.
His kisses were fierce, stealing her breath away, his tongue claiming her mouth with a desperate intensity.
His commanding presence overwhelmed her senses, sending warmth flooding through her chest and fogging her thoughts.
Had he kissed Violet this way too?
The thought triggered an instinctive reaction—she bit down hard.
Albert hadn't expected it. He hissed in pain and pulled back.
He glared at her, his dark eyes burning with primal rage. "If I can't take you, who can?" he demanded.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, his muscular chest heaving. Moonlight traced the contours of his body as Yvette panicked, trying to retreat, but it was too late.
He grabbed her legs, preventing her escape, and straddled her.
"You're my wife, Yvette. I have every right to have you," he growled, forcing her arms around his waist.
She twisted beneath him, desperate but trapped.
Albert ignored her struggles, his intense gaze holding her captive.
Yvette clutched the sheets, her fingertips white with tension.
They were so close she could hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
"Let me go, Albert! Let me go, do you hear me?"
He laughed coldly, tearing away her clothes.
Yvette cried out, trying desperately to escape, but to no avail.
His lips found her earlobe, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin.
"No, Albert, I don't want this!" Yvette made one final plea.
Albert's mouth twisted into a mocking smile. "When have you ever wanted me?"
Yvette's heart sank. Her consent had never mattered to him.
"If you know that, then you shouldn't force me!" Her voice trembled.
"Is that so?" Albert brushed aside her attempts to cover herself. "But I want you."
His rough movements made Yvette break into a sweat, the pain momentarily paralyzing her.
Albert wasn't comfortable either. He hissed, "Relax!"
Before she could adjust, he continued, giving her no respite.
Tears welled in Yvette's eyes as humiliation washed over her.
"Get off me," she sobbed.
"Get off?" His eyes darkened further, his smile cruel. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
Her fingers dug into his back as she fought against responding to him.
Just as she began to forget the pain, surrendering to sensation, his mocking voice cut through her haze, "You always say you don't want it, yet you always end up enjoying it."
Yvette froze, tears sliding down her cheeks. "You disgust me, Albert."
"Yes," he chuckled. "And it gets worse."
Before she could react, Albert removed the condom and thrust back inside her.
The sudden heat made Yvette realize what had happened.
This man was truly insane.
The following evening, Yvette wore a bright yellow dress as she walked into the reception on Albert's arm.
The color was vibrant without being garish, accentuating her fair skin. Her lustrous hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, gently framing her face.
Today's look differed from her usual elegant or sensual style—it was playfully innocent, yet Yvette carried it perfectly.
The venue was filled with well-dressed, obviously wealthy guests.
Yvette didn't know what the event was for; she'd come simply because Albert had insisted.
As they entered, several people approached Albert to greet him.
Yvette immediately spotted a familiar figure from her nightmares—Violet.
Violet had clearly noticed her too. With graceful confidence, she raised her glass toward Yvette in a gesture that unmistakably contained both flaunting and challenge. Yvette's already pale complexion drained further.
Suddenly, Violet began walking toward them.
Yvette tensed, unconsciously tightening her grip on Albert's arm.
Albert, who had been engaged in conversation, noticed her discomfort and asked, "What's wrong?"
Before she could answer, he followed her gaze and frowned deeply.
Those nearby seemed to sense the sudden chill emanating from Albert and tactfully dispersed.
Violet approached the couple with poise. She smiled at Albert, "Albert, do you have a moment? I'd like to speak with you privately."
Albert's disgust was evident. "That won't be necessary."
Yvette stared at him in surprise. His attitude...
Was he only treating Violet this way because she was present?
Violet glanced at Yvette, her smile pointed. "Some things are better discussed between just the two of us."
Albert's frown deepened as he warned, "Back off. I don't care if there's press here."
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