The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 267 - 247, A matter of life and death

Chapter 267: 247, A matter of life and death

In an instant, Ivy Aretha’s originally bright and charming face was no longer the same.

Her captor’s gaze fell shamelessly on her hands tied behind her back with rope, his eyes suddenly brightening.

Ivy was horrified by his lewd gaze: "Don’t you dare!"

"Boss said I can’t touch you, but he never said you can’t touch me!" The man untied her rope while speaking, then picked up her hand and kissed it feverishly, his hoarse voice continued, "Now I command you to touch me with this!"

Alongside its extreme evil, the word "touch" spread out around them.

Ivy was still in extreme shock when she heard a subtle rustling sound, and the man’s belt was undone, revealing his bright red bullet-head shorts, intentionally ostentatious.

"Ah!"

Ivy screamed immediately. Although she was no longer an innocent girl and had seen a man’s private parts many times – after all, she had given birth and had a husband - seeing something like that on such a lewd and ugly man felt like a monster appearing in her nightmare.

In her subconscious, she could only accept a man like Michael Gordon throwing away his decency – anyone else was a nightmare!

"I haven’t even taken off my clothes yet, and you’re already screaming. Be careful, or I’ll slap you a few more times!"

Not touching or groping, but hitting should be fine, right? After all, this woman was meant to die, so how cruel could they be beforehand was up to him.

"You stay away from me!"

Ivy turned her head away, closing her eyes, not wanting to look at his expression. This lewd man was actually asking her to do such things, she would never do it!

Otherwise, when she did it with Michael later, even she would feel disgusted by her own dirty hands!

"Stupid woman, try hating me more, and I’ll kill you after the fun!"

While talking, the man’s pants were already taken off, and he forcefully turned her head back, trying to force her eyes open. From the outside of the cave, a familiar voice with a commanding tone came.

"Brother Dunn called, the woman can be touched now. If you can’t kill her after touching her, you can just kill her after! You decide, I’ll send someone to collect the body in an hour!"

At the entrance, it was clearly the scarred man they called Boss. After speaking, the footsteps outside the cave grew farther away.

Kill?

Collect the body?

Rape and then kill?

Ivy’s head was filled with those words, her heartbeat vanished from fright. Ivy looked unbelievably at the ferocious man in front of her, laughing bloodthirsty and lustfully.

The distorted villain’s face terrified her, and the unbearable humiliation and resentment were instantly replaced by boundless fear. She even forgot that the man in front of her was only wearing bullet-head shorts, standing proudly before her, and even forgot to take her gaze back.

Now, there was only one thought going back and forth in her mind: she was going to die in an hour, and they were going to collect her body. Without a deal, without conditions, she was just to die!

Never before had she thought she would be so scared of death. Hearing someone talk about her own body after death had scared her more than the thought of being killed directly. She would rather be killed without realizing it than to hear about the disposal of her own body beforehand.

With that thought, her mind automatically pictured Michael and Bianca at a stinking ditch, hugging a hill, or at a weeping well, looking at her unearthed corpse.

"Michael!"

"Bianca!"

After the murmurs from the bottom of her heart, reason was replaced by fear, subconsciously searching for something to save herself or kill the man in front of her. Unfortunately, there was nothing around her but the ropes that bound her body.

So, she could only grab the rope and instinctively try to strangle him to save herself.

But before she could grab the rope, the man across from her was ahead of her, and in the blink of an eye, her wrists that had been loosened were tied up again behind her back. The man’s movements were rough, and with one twist of the coarse rope, her slim hands were almost broken.

Pain spread from her wrists.

However, it still couldn’t keep up with the fear in her heart.

As the man, wearing only bullet-headed shorts, quickly tied her hands and then frantically stripped off his own coat and shirt until he was completely naked, his black, scarred chest pressed into Ivy’s eyes. Ivy shuddered instinctively, twisting her body in a desperate attempt to resist.

But her efforts were futile. In the next moment, her teeth hit her tongue at the root, and with a determined glare at the man before her, she thought, "If I am doomed to die today, I will at least die with some dignity. He wants to rape and kill; let him rape a corpse!"

There’s no such good thing in the world, is there?

"Tsk, tsk, don’t look at me like that. I won’t kill you yet, don’t worry. You still have an hour left to enjoy sunshine. Let me have some fun first before I send you off!"

As the man spoke, he began to remove his last piece of clothing, the blood-red bullet-head shorts.

Ivy’s eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, concentrating all her strength on her clenched teeth. She vowed to remember him, even if she were dead, even if she became a vengeful ghost, she would remember him and not let him go!

At the moment when the man’s hand touched the red shorts, Ivy bit down hard...

"Bang!"

A gunshot tore through the sky, echoing through the empty cave, followed by a piercing scream that shook the whole cave.

Ivy shuddered, her tongue sliding out from between her bloodied teeth. She couldn’t believe her eyes as the man in front of her clutched his crotch and writhed miserably on the ground, the area between his legs flowing with a brighter red than his shorts.

It was then that Ivy realized that the man’s private parts had been shot by something!

Blood stained his shorts, and the man struggled in a pool of blood, letting out anguished howls like a wounded beast. Even though he had been shot by an unknown gun, Ivy remained alert. She knew that if a real fight broke out, she would be no match for him even if he was injured.

Her nerves remained highly concentrated, and suddenly, there was a commotion at the mouth of the cave, disjointed footsteps approaching...

Who was it?

Were they his accomplices?

But why did she have the illusion that she heard Michael’s footsteps among the disordered footsteps?