The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1892

Chapter 1892

It was damp, dark, and cold...

A musty odor mixed with the intense scent of tobacco struck Carrie as she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. She could not distinguish between dream and reality.

In her daze, she felt a cold, snakelike hand caressing her skin.

"Who are you...?!"

As if escaping from a nightmare, Carrie jolted awake, only to replace herself in another terrifying one.

Sitting by her bed, Jason Solloway's pale hand was creeping up her slender ankle, inch by inch, caressing her smooth skin.

"Don't... Don't touch me!"

Struggling desperately, Carrie trembled all over, only to replace her hands and feet bound, unable to move.

She watched in helpless despair as the man's filthy hand roamed her body, filling her veins with the scorching heat of humiliation.

"Don't?"

Jason smirked, teasingly brushing his lips as he whispered in her soft ear, his breath heavy with desire." When you say this to your fiance, doesn't it mean you're trying to play hard to get? You've lived with a man for so long. Haven't you tried everything by now? Come, let's have some fun, my dear fiancee."

"You're not my fiance... You're not!" Carrie shook her head vigorously, tears brimming in her eyes, trying to dodge his disgusting touch.

"Don't push your luck!"

Jason lost his patience, his true nature showing as he slapped her hard.

"You're nothing but a mentally ill woman abandoned by the Hoffman family. The Solloways graciously took you in. Yet, you dare to cheat on me with another man? Do you think that the Thompson boy will take you in? He's just enjoying the thrill of the chase! I despise Ryan, so I must marry you to make him watch his woman fall into another man's hands!"

As he spoke, Jason climbed onto the bed, pinning Carrie's delicate body under him. He undid his tie, and his eyes were gleaming with unfulfilled desire. "You're no longer a virgin. Ryan has already had his way with you. One more time with me won't make a difference. Let's treat tonight as our wedding night."

Carrie trembled uncontrollably, tears rolling down her pale cheeks like broken pearls. Struggling, she cried out with her hoarse voice, "Get off me... Go away! Don't touch me!"

However, in Jason's deranged mind, her resistance only fueled his excitement.

The sight of her tear-streaked and delicate face ignited a dark fire within him. It made him want to torment her even more.

Would the evil desires of his youth finally replace fulfillment tonight?

As soon as Jason unbuckled his belt, the bedroom door suddenly flung open.

A man and a woman stood in the doorway. Their attire instantly marked them as wealthy heirs.

"Well, aren't you in such a rush to force yourself on her?" The woman in a red Chanel dress crossed her arms, watching with a smirk.

"Jason, didn't I tell you back in school? You've always had a thing for Carrie. You just didn't realize it." The eyes of the man in a tailored blue suit roamed over the disheveled girl on the bed. He licked his lips and said, "What's that saying again? When old classmates meet, they get it on! Hahaha!"

Through her tears, Carrie recognized the two of them. Her body went rigid. A wave of nausea and cold dread spread through her entire being, freezing every nerve.

After all these years, Carrie thought she had forgotten about them. But with just one look, she could name them all. Even if they turned to ash, she would recognize them.

They were the six demons.

They were the demons who had inflicted three years of agony upon her during middle school.