Chapter 892
Haley bit down on her lip so hard it left a white mark on her scarlet lips.
"I'll count to three. If you don't play ball, you're gonna deal with Ivan."
Martin's lips twisted into a wicked grin as he dangled the earring in his hand.
One press of that little red button, and a voice would zap through the chip in Haley's brain.
No matter how much she fought it, she'd have to do what it said. Even if it meant turning the knife in her hand on Ivan, she'd have no choice but to go through with it.
Ivan trusted her so much that if she made a move, he'd fold without a fight.
"One."
"Two."
"Alright, fine. I agree." Haley looked up at Martin. "What do you want me to do to make you happy?"
Martin's eyes flicked to the big bed. "Get on it and strip."
Haley pressed her lips together and turned around, heading to the bed. She reached for the light switch.
Martin's voice was cold. "No lights off. No funny business. Now hurry up and get those clothes off."
Haley dropped her head and started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a white camisole. Her delicate collarbone and graceful body looked irresistibly enticing under the light. Martin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
Just over a month ago, Haley was still his wife in name, but he hadn't even touched her fingers.
One night, he was drugged with an aphrodisiac. He thought he had had sex with her. But upon reflection, he realized it was all part of Haley's scheme.
What a cunning woman Haley was; she had played him like a fool!
Haley looked up at Martin, who was walking towards her step by step. She said softly, "Is this enough?"
Martin walked up to her and leaned in slightly, catching a whiff of Haley's unique fragrance. He had been locked in the basement for almost a month, during which he had interactions with many women—some were seasoned lovers, others were innocent girls—but none of them could compare to Haley.
Even with a scar on her face, her beauty was unaffected. Her every move and her cold words, were deadly temptation to him.
Haley looked up at Martin. "If I spend this night with you, will you let me and Ivan go?"
"I can let you go, but Ivan..." Martin chuckled lightly. "The grudge between him and me has been going on for over twenty years. It's not something you can resolve with a single night."
Haley pressed her lips together. "Then promise me you won't use me against Ivan."
Martin, tempted by Haley's demeanor, felt his mind drifting. He ran his fingers through her smooth hair and swallowed hard. "The feud between him and me won't involve you."
He knelt on the bed with one leg and pushed Haley down. The soft bed sank in, and Haley raised her hand to hook Martin's neck. Her voice was soft, "Just this once."
"You have to please me before you can negotiate with me. Do you understand?"
Martin eagerly kissed her lips. Haley turned her head away, and the kiss landed on the pillow.
A dark anger flashed in Martin's eyes. "Are you still trying to play tricks on me, hoping for a miracle?"
"You have to give me some time to adjust," Haley said, lowering her eyes in grievance. "My husband, your younger brother, is in the next room. How can I be calm and sleep with you?"
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