Chapter 980 No Easy Inheritance for Selene
Lily's face darkened as she lowered her voice. "Do you honestly think Vincent likes women like you? He can't possibly care about you. The man doesn't have a heart."
Seeing that Lily wouldn't stop, Selene simply covered her ears. "Not listening!"
In Selene's mind, anyone trying to keep her from Vincent's inheritance was the enemy.
"Selene!" Lily thrust her wrist forward angrily. "Look at this. This is what I got after being with Vincent for so long."
The scars on her wrist were self-inflicted—evidence of a suicide attempt meant to evoke Vincent's sympathy. But judging by the results, Vincent hadn't shown an ounce of compassion.
"He's a madman," Lily hissed. "A heartless madman."
Selene stared at Lily's wrist for a long moment before squeezing her eyes shut. She refused to see.
Frustrated by Selene's stubbornness, Lily clenched her fists. "I'm warning you, Selene. If you want to stay alive, stay away from Vincent."
Selene remained silent, eyes closed, ears covered, shaking her head.
Chest tight with anger, Lily had no choice but to leave. She couldn't believe she'd failed to find an opportunity all evening. Even more unbelievable was how Selene managed to sit in that same damn chair playing on her phone until the gala ended, occasionally bursting into laughter without a care for decorum.
Lily had never encountered someone like Selene before. She stood fuming, wondering if Vincent had deliberately chosen this woman just to spite her. There was no way Vincent could genuinely be interested in someone like Selene—it had to be an act.
"Selene, time to head home," Vincent called.
Throughout the evening, he'd kept an eye on her. She'd been remarkably well-behaved—either sticking close to him or sitting quietly by herself, sneaking bites of food like a little hamster. Seeing her so obedient, he decided she deserved a reward.
At the mention of going home, Selene rushed over and clung to Vincent's arm, terrified of losing her billion-dollar inheritance. "Please don't bring me to these events again. I stick out like a sore thumb."
"They require a plus-one. Would you rather I bring another woman?" Vincent asked.
Selene shook her head vigorously.
Vincent smiled, tapping her nose gently. "Still hungry? What would you like? I'll take you somewhere."
Selene's eyes lit up. "Could we get some Irish stew?"
Vincent nodded with an indulgent sigh. "Fine."
'So easy to please,' he thought.
Watching Vincent and Selene leave, Lily nearly ground her teeth to dust. Vincent was clearly putting on a show for her benefit. A heartless man like him couldn't possibly care for someone like Selene, let alone display such deliberate affection.
"I hear the Powell family is in quite the uproar these days. Yet Ms. Taylor still finds time for social events," Jasmine remarked provocatively as she passed by Lily.
While Lily had been enjoying the Cunningham family drama, Jasmine had been supporting various heirs of the Powell family. If Lily thought she could rule that dynasty single-handedly, she was dreaming.
Lily shot Jasmine a venomous look. "You should worry about your own family. You can barely keep your own house in order, yet you meddle in others' affairs."
The internal conflicts within the Powell family didn't concern Lily anymore. Her new partnership with the Moscow faction meant she didn't consider anyone a threat.
"I look forward to seeing how your story ends," Jasmine said coolly before departing with Ethan.
Back at Vincent's place, Selene sat contentedly on the sofa after finally getting her coveted Irish stew. She patted her full belly. "Lily showed me her wrist today. She said you hurt her."
"Lily?" Vincent pulled Selene onto his lap and fixed her with a warning stare. "Don't believe a single word that comes out of her mouth, understand?"
Selene nodded obediently. "I don't believe her anyway. She inherited the Powell fortune, became a young widow, has all the money in the world, and could have any male escort she wants—tall ones, lean ones, muscular ones, charming ones. How could someone living that dream want to kill herself? It doesn't add up."
Selene pursed her lips, imagining how sought-after a young, beautiful widow like Lily must be. No annoying husband and all that money... the peak of life.
Vincent's temple twitched as he smirked coldly. "Male escorts? You seem quite knowledgeable."
Selene beamed proudly. "I'll let you in on a secret—Maeve and I used to serve drinks at the Starlink Club. The male escorts there were incredible! Better looking than celebrities, with those abs..."
She covered her face in embarrassment.
Vincent's smile didn't reach his eyes. So she was planning to become a widow and spend his money on other men? To prevent that scenario, he'd need to stay alive—live to be a hundred, even. Otherwise, the moment he died, Selene would be off with male escorts!
"Male escorts, huh?" Vincent's hands gripped Selene's slender waist, which felt so delicate he thought he might snap it if he squeezed too hard.
Selene hadn't yet sensed the danger.
"Are they better looking than me?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.
Selene gazed at Vincent's devastatingly handsome face and shook her head vigorously. "If you were a male escort, you'd be the top-tier kind I couldn't even afford to book."
Vincent's lips curved upward. "Do they have a better body than mine?"
With that, he began his seduction, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time before Selene's eyes, revealing his perfect chest and abs.
Selene swallowed hard. No model could compare.
Emboldened by the red wine she'd sipped at the gala, Selene reached out to touch Vincent's abs.
"So you're waiting for me to die so you can find male escorts?" Vincent's voice was dangerously low as he stared at her.
Even Selene, slow on the uptake as she was, finally sensed the danger and shook her head frantically.
"Isn't free better than paid?" Vincent flipped her onto the sofa, pinning her beneath him.
Selene's heart raced. Free was certainly nice...
"Am I not trying hard enough? Not satisfying you with enough positions?" Vincent gripped her chin, his tone threatening.
Selene, her survival instincts kicking in, shook her head desperately.
She realized she was in trouble.
That night, Vincent showed no mercy. Her tears and pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears. There was no escape.
The kitchen, living room, dining table, bed, bathroom... Vincent made Selene understand what it meant to be ravished beyond reason.
Only after her voice had gone hoarse from crying did Selene realize, with bitter resignation, that this billion-dollar inheritance wouldn't come easily.
After everything she'd endured, she was even more determined not to let anyone—especially not Lily—take her "inheritance" away.
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