AWAKENED ADRIAN LACANSTER

CHAPTER 2- The Ultimate Deception

“Don’t worry, I’ve got him wrapped around my finger. Even though he’s broke ... now, he still used the last of his money ... to buy this cruise.”

As if remembering something funny, Isabelle giggled.

“I even changed the order secretly to include a ticked for you. Otherwise, how would we have this happy week together?”

“You little canny vixen,” Lucian laughed and pinched her nose.

“I can’t wait to see his face when he finds out the truth that you merely targeted him for his bone marrow. What a pathetic sucker.”

Isabelle lifted her chin proudly, “He should be honored I even chose him!”

Adrian felt like his heart was being ripped apart.

He never imagined the truth would be this ugly… this cruel.

And he had never found Isabelle’s voice as harsh and grating as he did today.

“Poor guy. You’ve really ruined him.” Lucian laughed.

“You pity him?” Isabelle rolled her eyes.

“Hell no!” Lucian laughed, then he sneered mockingly.

“If his bone marrow hadn’t been a match, do you think I’d have watched you marry him? He fucked my woman, so I’m gonna drain him dry.”

“Alright, stop bragging,” Isabelle gave him a glare and urged, her breathing growing heavier, “let’s ... hurry up.”

Outside the bedroom door, Adrian stood frozen, his limbs icy cold.

Everything had been a lie.

Their love story? A joke!

Their marriage? Just a convenient front for benefit!

She had teamed up with his rival to destroy his company ... spent his money to sleep with her lover ...

And now, it turned out even the baby wasn’t his!

Adrian’s breath turned ragged, his eyes bloodshot as veins bulged across his temples.

Rage surged through him like a storm barely contained.

“Did you prepare the drug?” Lucian asked. “When you drink with him later, make sure he takes it. Don’t screw this up.”

“I... I got it ... covered. Ahh~~Ahhh~~~~”

Feeling Lucian moving faster, Isabelle gasped more heavily, her eyes rolling back, but her mind remained active.

“Hey Luc,” Isabelle added suddenly, “there’s been some men in black hanging around my place lately asking about Adrian. You don’t think he’s hiding something, do you? Like in those dramas—some secret identity?”

“Pfft. Him? Secret identity? Get real. His company’s out of money—they’re probably debt collectors.” Lucian sneered mockingly.

Hearing this, Isabelle felt relieved and giggled, without the slightest trace of guilt.

“Once I knock him out ... you come later and dump him ... into the ocean under the cover of night. We’ll ... We’ll make it look like an accident ... and we’ll collect a big fat life insurance payout.”

“Good, my clever girl!” Lucian praised as he bit lustfully on Isabelle’s curves, his breath heavier as well.

“With that bastard gone, that sick little sister of his is ours. Once we ship her off to Lorita Island, we’ll build more connections. Two birds, one stone!” Lucian snickered.

But inside, Lucian had another plan.

Money and Adrian’s death were secondary—what he really wanted was Adrian’s mentally impaired but beautiful sister.

He had seen her photo once on Isabelle’s phone and had been obsessed ever since.

He couldn’t wait to taste her.

That innocent face, the sweet little moans, the soft young curves, the tight, untouched, sweet body—it would be heaven.

He wasn’t about to tell Isabelle that, though.

At this thought, his excitement surged, and with a grunt, he drove himself deeper.

“Ah—!”

The room immediately filled with louder moans and the continuous sound of frantic flesh slapping against flesh.

Adrian’s temples throbbed with rage.

That poor, sick girl wasn’t his real sister, but the granddaughter of the old, crippled man who once saved his life.

Adrian owed him everything.

After the old man died, Adrian promised to take care of the girl like family.

And now ... these bastards wanted to kill him, take his insurance, and sell her to some damn sex island?

Enough!!!

“Goddamn it—go to hell!” he roared, fury exploding like a firestorm.