ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: PRETENSE (A TOUCH OF POISON)

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"No!" Chris gasped, his heart hammering as all seven men advanced toward him, their shadows stretching across the headlights.

Panic shot through him. He quickly locked the car doors and jammed the gear into reverse, but before he could escape, his car slammed hard into another vehicle that had silently pulled up behind him. The crunch of metal rang in his ears. They had trapped him.

His mind spun. Were these the men his mother spoke aboit? But why him? He didn’t steal anything! He didn’t touch the money!

Five billion. That number clawed into his mind like fire. No one could ever pay back that kind of debt. Not even if they sold their souls.

They would need to work a lifetime for such amount. Chris didn’t know whether to beg the Adkins lawyers for support.

Before he could think further, a heavy bang shook the car. One of the men raised an iron bat and smashed it against the window. Cracks spread like lightning over the glass.

Chris cried out, shielding his face with his arm as another blow shattered the window into a spray of shards. Rough hands reached in, yanked the lock open, and the door flew wide.

"Wait! No! Please...!" His words cut off as they dragged him out, throwing him onto the hard asphalt.

The first punch stole his breath. The second made him choke on blood. Then came boots, fists, and iron blows raining down without mercy. His cries echoed through the night.

"I’ve done nothing!" Chris tried to plead, each word breaking into a groan of pain. "Please! I’m not the one you want!"

But they didn’t stop. They pummeled every part of him, his face, his stomach, his ribs, even his eyes, until he was nothing but a beaten mess on the ground.

Finally, one of the men leaned close, his voice like ice.

"Go to your mother. Tell her next time she won’t see you alive. We’ll be the ones delivering her message, with your corpse."

They shoved his face into the dirt one last time before walking away, their black car fading back into the shadows.

Chris lay there, broken, until strangers gathered, whispering and pointing. Roughly, two men lifted him, carrying his battered body through the streets and dumping him at the entrance of his apartment.

Inside, Abby was still crying in Gregory’s arms when the knock came. Her heart leapt, Chris! He must have come back, finally listening to her. She rushed to the door, ready to scold, to strike him for worrying her.

But when she opened it, the words died on her lips.

A man stood there, her son’s height, her son’s frame, but his face... oh God. His face was swollen beyond recognition. One eye sealed shut, the other barely open. Bruises painted his skin purple and red, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Abby’s knees buckled. "What is this? Who are you?" she cried, though deep inside, she already knew.

"Mum..." Chris croaked, and that single word broke her in half. Tears gushed down her cheeks as she clutched her chest, shaking her head in disbelief.

This wasn’t her Chris. Her Chris was alive, untouched, whole. This broken thing before her was someone else. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the first plan failed, and already the enemy had come for her son.

Abby staggered back into the apartment, clutching the wall as Chris stumbled inside, each step weak and shaky. She wanted to scream, to claw at her own skin. *What have I done?*

Her greed had doomed them.

Chris collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, shame burning through his pain. "I should have listened to you, Mother. I swear... from now on, I’ll never leave your side again."

Gregory’s face twisted with fury as he slammed his fist against the table. "If you’d stayed home, this wouldn’t have happened! And now they’ve smashed the only car we had left!" His voice thundered, though beneath it was his own fear, his own guilt. "I warned you! But maybe you needed this beating to wake up!"

Abby sank to her knees beside her son, stroking his bruised face with trembling fingers. "No, no, no..." she whispered, her tears falling on him like rain. "What have I done to my family?"

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"Penny dear, you were once fat right? Can you help Ari get fit like you too. She’s your sister..." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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