Chapter 555
Chapter 555:
What on earth was going on?
As she tried to make sense of it all, a sudden wave of heat hit her from behind. Axell’s warm breath brushed against her ear, sending chills down her spine. The sensation was strange—both freezing and thrilling—leaving her mind clouded and unfocused.
Her heart pounded wildly, thumping loudly in her chest. Her legs gave way completely, turning as weak as wet clay, leaving her utterly helpless.
Fear gripped Rosanna.
“Are you out of your mind, Axell? Let me go!” she shouted. She fought back, but it was futile. The harder she struggled, the tighter Axell’s grip became.
“I can’t hold it in any longer!” Axell snarled, his voice thick with lust. The drug had amplified his strength. Without warning, he grabbed Rosanna and threw her onto the bed.
“Maia, let’s have some fun tonight,” he slurred, his mind clouded by the drug, confusing Rosanna for Maia. He pounced, tearing at her clothes with rough, desperate hands.
“I’m not Maia…” Rosanna’s face drained of color, fear flooding her eyes. She tried to speak, but before she could utter another word, Axell slapped her hard across the cheek, leaving her stunned.
“Shut up!” he growled, pinning her down with cruel force. Rosanna felt powerless, like a lamb ready for slaughter, unable to resist.
Shame and rage boiled inside her as tears streamed freely down her face.
Axell had stripped her completely, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
Rosanna broke down, crying out in desperation, “Stop! Please, stop… I’m not Maia! Look at me! Really look! Don’t… please stop… I’m begging you… let me go p>
𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 @
But her cries fell on deaf ears. If anything, they only seemed to fuel Axell’s wild, animalistic instincts even more.
How had everything spiraled out of control so quickly? Rosanna couldn’t make sense of it.
Worse still, her mind began to grow hazy. She was certain she had seen Maia sip the drugged champagne. Where had it all gone wrong?
Inside the bathroom, Maia listened to the chaos unfolding outside. A cruel smile tugged at her lips as she stood, unlocked the door, and stepped out. The sight before her made her stomach churn.
The two bodies tangled on the bed were a sickening sight. Maia didn’t bother to look again. She simply pushed the door open and walked away.
As she left the room, she bumped into a waiter. A sharp gleam of scheming flickered in her eyes. Some things were beyond her to handle, but this guy could take care of them.
She stepped forward and stopped him in his tracks.
Back at the party, the mood was buzzing, with glasses clinking and laughter echoing all around.
Suddenly, a waiter burst out of the villa, his face drained of color and full of panic. “This is bad! Something’s wrong with Ms. Watson!” Richard and Sandra, who had been chatting with the guests, froze at the waiter’s announcement. They turned to him, eyes wide with concern.
Ms. Watson? Maia?
Richard put down his wine glass, his face tightening. “Calm down and tell me! What’s going on p>
The waiter hesitated, his complexion paling even more. He stammered out, “It’s Ms. Watson… She’s alone in a room with a man p>
The moment the words left his mouth, the lively buzz around them died down. The guests, who had been enjoying themselves, suddenly went quiet and tense.