Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 400: Sexually assaulted/ poison

Chapter 400: Sexually assaulted/ poison

"Don’t be afraid.

As long as you do exactly as I say, I won’t hurt you."

Antonio gazed at the woman before him, a peculiar smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Now, kiss me."

Camilla’s pupils contracted sharply, her entire body frozen in place, muscles taut with tension.

Antonio seemed to find amusement in her reaction.

Antonio arched an eyebrow and pressed the cold barrel of the gun against her delicate shoulder.

"What’s the matter?

Unwilling?"

"I—I am willing," Camilla stammered, her slender shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

A look of utter despair flickered in her eyes as she hesitantly placed her hands on him.

The diamond bracelet on her wrist glinted under the harsh light, its brilliance as cold and unfeeling as the situation itself.

Camilla’s delicate hand rested on Antonio’s shoulder, then slowly trailed downward.

Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the chandelier’s light, ethereal and mesmerizing.

Her glassy eyes shimmered with a mix of fear and forced composure, lending her an air of fragile vulnerability.

Didn’t she despise him?

The more she loathed him, the more he wanted her to beg for his favor.

Antonio watched her, his lips curling into a faint, sinister smirk, dark amusement flickering in his gaze.

"Camilla," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

"Stalling won’t help.

My patience is wearing thin."

As if her thoughts had been laid bare, Camilla’s lashes fluttered.

She bit her lip subtly, her fingers gliding over his shoulders before hesitantly looping around his neck.

Her soft, rose-colored lips inched closer to his.

Antonio’s eyes darkened as he watched her approach, his throat dry, desire coiling hot and heavy in his veins.

Antonio couldn’t wait any longer.

In one swift motion, he gripped her waist through the thin fabric of her casual dress, pulling her flush against him.

His head dipped, his mouth descending toward hers with predatory intent.

But at the very last moment, Camilla suddenly turned her head away, evading Antonio’s advance.

"You—" The joy that had begun to spread in Antonio’s eyes was abruptly cut short.

Just as his brows furrowed in anger, a sharp, stinging pain shot through the back of his neck.

Instinctively, he reached up to touch the spot.

"What did you do?!"

"You’ll find out soon enough."

Seizing the opportunity, Camilla immediately lunged forward with all her strength, trying to wrest the pistol from Antonio’s grip.

With that gun in his hand, she was at too much of a disadvantage.

Realizing her intent, Antonio’s expression darkened completely, his fingers tightening around the weapon.

In the struggle, the gun clattered to the ground.

Antonio’s pupils constricted as he bent down to retrieve it.

But Camilla was faster.

Before he could reach it, she kicked the gun away, sending it skidding across the floor.

Gritting his teeth, Antonio looked up, his shadowed eyes brimming with icy fury.

"Fine.

Very well, Camilla.

You brought this on yourself."

With that, he grabbed her arm mercilessly, yanking her forward before slamming her down onto a nearby chair.

Camilla gasped in pain, barely having time to react before she was yanked up.

Antonio strode forward, his grip like iron as he twisted her arms behind her back, pinning her effortlessly.

With his free hand, he began unfastening his belt.

"Run now," he sneered, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

The gentle, refined facade he usually wore had shattered completely, revealing something dark and terrifying beneath.

"Let’s see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Camilla’s face is drained of color.

She struggled desperately, but it was useless.

No—she couldn’t let this happen. If she did, she’d lose Sinclair forever.

She had to stall until the drug took effect!

"Antonio," she gasped, forcing steadiness into her voice.

"That needle I stabbed into your neck was poisoned.

It’ll take effect soon.

If you don’t want to die, let me go now—I’ll give you the antidote."

Poison?

Antonio stilled, the shadows in his eyes deepening to something almost tangible.

Then, slowly, his lips twisted into a grin—this time, wild and deranged.

"Camilla," he chuckled darkly, voice dripping with scorn.

"Still lying to me at this point?

Even if it were poison, you’d never give me the antidote."

"If I must die, I’d rather die by your hands—let this day haunt you for the rest of your life."

Though her words were defiant, Antonio couldn’t shake the suspicion that Camilla was bluffing, buying time.

After all, he still had Tiffany in his grasp.

If anything happened to him, both she and that woman would pay the price.

Seeing the utter disbelief in Antonio’s eyes, Camilla’s face paled.

She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, her gaze hardening with resolve.

"Antonio, if you lay a finger on me, I swear I’ll bite my tongue off.

You’ll get nothing from me."

"I’ll save you, Camilla.

Don’t forget my expertise," Antonio replied, his voice rough with barely restrained desire, his self-control slipping.

Just then, a deafening explosion rocked the house.

The entire living room trembled violently.

Expensive ornaments and lamps crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.

What the hell?!

Fury surged through Antonio as his moment was ruined.

Veins bulged at his temples and neck as he whipped around, teeth clenched in rage.

"What’s going on out there?!

Someone answer me!"

Silence.

No one responded. Antonio’s eyes narrowed as he instantly sensed something amiss.

It’s Sinclair—Sinclair is here!

Seizing the moment when Antonio was distracted, Camilla mustered all her strength to break free and bolted toward the door.

Antonio’s gaze sharpened as he lunged forward, reaching out to grab her.

Just then, the front door was violently kicked open from the outside.

Thick, swirling clouds of gray-black smoke billowed in.

Antonio hesitated mid-step.

The first to appear in the doorway was his ashen-faced assistant.

A strange unease coiled in Antonio’s gut.

"What the hell is going on out there?!" he demanded. The assistant’s lips parted.

"L—" Before he could finish, a sudden gunshot cut him off.

His head exploded like a watermelon.

The scene was gruesome beyond words.

Camilla seemed to have anticipated this all along, her expression betraying no surprise.

Antonio, however, felt his breath catch in his throat.

Snapping into action, he immediately sprinted toward where the gun had fallen.

Just as his fingers were about to close around the weapon—

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out.