Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 92: There must be revenge!

Chapter 92: There must be revenge!

Eric’s expression darkened slightly. "What, did you wish it was that William?"

Ella’s eyes were filled with a burning rage. She gritted her teeth and said, "That bastard! I want to cut him up myself! Eric, you can’t let him get away with this!"

Eric reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently caressing her bruised and swollen face. His smile was devilishly charming, his eyes flickering with a cold light.

"Don’t worry... anyone who dares to hurt you won’t be spared."

Ella, still unclothed, realized their skin was touching and quickly pushed him away, but in doing so, she strained an injury.

The pain and swelling between her thighs made Ella feel disoriented...

"Eric... you... last night... how did you end up on the ship? Aren’t you supposed to be away? Why did you do this to me?"

Seeing her stammering, Eric laughed carefreely, then put on a mock hurt expression. "Sweetheart, you were the one who took advantage of me last night... how can you blame me?"

Ella stared at Eric in shock. He really seemed a bit upset, his eyes blazing with a mix of emotions.

She... she took advantage of him last night?

Yes, she drank that spiked drink, and the drug was so potent that even with a disgusting guy like William nearby, her body still reacted uncontrollably!

Let alone after losing all reason—who knows how crazy she had been!

A wave of intense shame and embarrassment hit Ella, and she lay there, staring at the ceiling in disbelief, imagining her own wild behavior from the previous night.

Oh my god!

How would she face anyone after this? Ella covered her face, her blush deepening, like a camellia dyed red by the sunset, radiating charm and luxury.

"It’s okay, I don’t blame you... but Miss Ella, you have to take responsibility for me and can’t abandon me," Eric said, a playful and triumphant smile dancing in his eyes.

He pulled Ella into his arms. "Rest well. I’ll get us some breakfast."

He gently kissed her lips before getting up to wash his face and brush his teeth, humming a tune happily.

The more Ella listened, the more she felt something was off. What exactly was wrong?

Was it really her who made the first move last night?

The frustrating part was that she only remembered being brought in by William, then passing out, completely unaware of what happened afterward.

Ella felt incredibly depressed, realizing she had lost her treasured virginity just like that.

Yet she also felt secretly relieved that it was Eric and not William.

She struggled to get up, her legs sore and weak, making it impossible to get out of bed. Who knew how intense things had been last night?

After ordering breakfast, Eric gently picked her up. "Come on, I’ll help you brush your teeth."

Ella, having recovered somewhat, could now walk, albeit uncomfortably.

"No... no need, I can do it myself!" Ella lowered her long lashes, too embarrassed to meet Eric’s eyes.

With every word, her heart raced, and her face flushed as if painted with rouge.

"Are you sure you don’t need help? I noticed you’re trembling a bit while walking..." Eric tried to hold back his laughter, feeling a bit guilty. He had been too rough last night, making it difficult for her to walk normally.

Ella shot a sharp glare at Eric, wanting to lash out, but remembering that she had been the one to initiate things, she had no reason to blame him.

"I don’t need your help; I can walk!"

She harshly brushed away the hand he had placed on her waist and, in a huff, walked toward the bathroom.

However, each step caused her some pain, and she frowned in frustration.

After finally washing her face, brushing her teeth, and getting dressed, Ella followed Eric, her face as red as a ripe shrimp.

She had lost her phone during the ordeal the previous night. She wanted to find Chloe but needed Eric’s help.

Oh well, finding her friend was more important.

"Hey, can I borrow your phone to make a call?" Ella called out to Eric, who was heading to the second floor.

Eric turned, his teasing eyes twinkling with amusement. His handsome face radiated a dazzling charm that made Ella’s heart race, forcing her to lower her head.

Her heart pounded like a deer in headlights. Although she was slightly regretful about losing her virginity, her heart was now filled with a strange sweetness.

"Call me ’darling,’ and I’ll let you use it," Eric said with an evil grin, holding out his phone.

Ella opened her mouth, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, "Darling... can I borrow your phone, please?"

"Of course, anything my girl says goes!"

Eric chuckled, handing her the phone.

Ella gave him a resentful look, her eyes filled with both annoyance and frustration, but she couldn’t blame him—it had been her initiative.

She sighed deeply and dialed Chloe’s number.

"Chloe, it’s Ella. Where are you? Is Charles okay?"

Ella’s concerned voice made Eric, who had started up the stairs to the second floor, pause. Why was she so worried about that man?

"Ella! Oh my god, I was so scared! I’ve been calling you all night, but your phone was off. Ella... are you okay?" Chloe’s voice trembled with relief.

"I’m fine. Where are you?"

"Charles and I are having breakfast on the second floor. We were locked in a room with the doctor until about an hour ago when someone finally opened the door. I talked to the ship’s security, and they said you were rescued by Mr. Nelson, so we came to the second floor for breakfast." Chloe’s voice sounded exhausted.

"I’m okay. I’ll come up right away!"

Ella took a deep breath and handed the phone back to Eric.

Faced with Eric’s inquisitive look, Ella briefly explained what had happened the previous night. When they reached the second floor, they saw Chloe and Charles sitting in the same spot as the night before.

"Ella!"

"Chloe! Charles!"

Chloe rushed over and hugged Ella tightly, tears streaming down her face. "I’m so sorry... sob, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on you coming with me, none of this would have happened!"

Ella took a deep breath, her gaze falling on Hannah and her friends not far away, her eyes flashing with cold light.

Hannah saw Ella’s hateful glare and, thinking William had succeeded, smirked in satisfaction.

Even if Mr. Nelson showed up, what difference did it make? She was tainted; Mr. Nelson surely wouldn’t want her now!

Ella withdrew her gaze. Hannah, you just wait. I’ve suffered, and I’ll make you pay back tenfold!