Billionaire's Hidden Princess by Alegna Ciee (romance novel chinese novels TXT) 📗

Chapter Forty-Two: Embrace of Agony

[Warning: Mature Content Ahead]

Enraged isn’t the word to describe what Livius is feeling right now.

He’s practically going berserk at this point. The fact that even the national police force is already searching far and wide doesn’t help him settle down at all.

Right after learning about his girlfriend’s kidnapping from Gabriel through a phone call, he has really lost it. This kind of incident is something that he’s been wary of for a long time now. He’s always been taking precautions for something like this.

What Livius didn’t really expect was that it had that huge of a possibility.

He’s thrown off guard by how intricate the kidnapping plan was according to Gabriel – wait for Leticia to be far from her hidden bodyguards’ sight, preferably in a crowded place where those who were watching her from afar wouldn’t clearly see.

She’s always been uncomfortable from being watched and followed around. That's why he took it upon himself to take this measure of having her personal guards observe from a distance.

Right now, though, Livius has proven this to be a wrong course of action.

Not only did Leticia manage to get out of her bodyguards’ radar after leaving the condominium unit late at night and without alerting anyone. She also went to a place where many people were around.

“Sh*t… Damn it…!”

All throughout the plane ride back to the city, Livius has been on the edge of his seat, sitting on pins and needles.

“You should calm down, President. Everyone's doing as much as they can. With Mr. Gabriel's help, the police already reported the most probable mastermind behind this. They’re searching high and low now for Malcolm Rupert,” Ian voiced out as calmly as he could.

“That m*therf*cker…! I knew I should’ve killed him right from the beginning…” Livius hissed dauntingly through clenched teeth.

Furious and distraught, he then slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. That’s when the briefcase beside him suddenly fell from the loud thud, scattering a pile of papers on the ground.

He looks down at the clutter until he suddenly lays eyes on a particular sheet that takes him aback. In a haste, he bends down and grabs it before it gets all crumpled up along with the other papers.

“President, that form…” Ian blurted out in surprise the moment he stole a glimpse of it.

Livius only stays quiet, though, his expression contorting from seething to a worried one. His heart aches in trepidation and fear of not being able to fulfill what’s written on this paper.

“Eya…” he breathed out weakly in his state of distress and agitation.

Livius doesn’t know what he’ll do if something bad happens to her – worse, if he can’t see her again.

He doesn’t know if he can stop himself from killing somebody right then and there. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep himself from peeling off every piece of his humanity and falling deep into insanity.      

In fact, at this very moment, every fiber of his being is being enveloped with menace and malice. His eyes are being clouded by bloody red, eager to tear a certain someone apart and even make a bloodbath if he were to find Leticia in a horrid condition.

“I’ll really get you for this, Malcolm Rupert.”

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Leticia might as well be in a place near hell right now.

With tear-stricken cheeks and swollen eyes that are still filled with more, she’s forced to face her worst nightmare for an hour straight. Flashes of lights and sounds of camera shutter sprawl over the dim room – making up her harrowing reality at this very moment.

Malcolm keeps pressing the button over and over again. But he doesn’t stop with only that.

He has been slowly undressing her from time to time. First, it was only her shoes and the rope that was wrapped around her ankles – he has removed them.

Then, her blouse – he has unbuttoned it just enough for her cleavage to show. Next was her sleeves – he pulled them down her shoulders and let them hang loose there.

Now, Malcolm is onto her skirt.

At that point, Leticia found herself already losing grip of reality. She’s already exhausted from all that thrashing and squirming around that she did, trying to break free from this monster’s clutches.

Right at that very moment as well, she finds herself finally remembering her dreadful past – the reason why she has grown afraid of cameras.

She recalls that this traumatic experience also turns out to be the main cause of her social anxiety.

Back then, at the young age of ten, Leticia was sexually harassed – a kind of suffering that’s similar to what she’s undergoing now. She’d been forced to be taken pictures of while she’s helplessly restrained just like now.

She isn’t certain if she’s naked or still fully clothed back then, but no matter how she looked that time, she knows that she’s also crying so hard just like what she’s doing now. She also can’t remember her harassers’ faces. She thinks she can't bear recalling them, anyway.

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