Chapter 8 False Accusation
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Mark, a prodigal and notorious playboy from the Parker family's branch, had a reputation that preceded him in Beotorn. He had a history of toying with countless women.
As Mark laid Cassia on the bed, his hands couldn't resist roaming her waist.
"Such an incredible figure," he murmured, acknowledging that Cassia was the most alluring woman he'd ever encountered.
The temperature in the room climbed as Mark, unable to contain his desire any longer, slowly unzipped Cassia's dress.
"Mark?
What are you doing?" Cassia mumbled as she regained consciousness. Upon seeing the man on top of her, she grabbed the nearby blanket and kicked him away.
"You... you wretched woman! You're quite strong." Clutching his stomach, Mark wore a wicked smile. "But I like them feisty. Those lifeless ones are no fun at all."
He quickly closed in on Cassia, pinning her hands above her head.
Cassia struggled relentlessly, but the difference in their strength was too great. She was no match for Mark.
"Let me go! Just you wait until Ivor finds out about this. He'll cripple you!"
"Ivor? That cripple?" Mark scoffed. "I just don't get it. Why are you all so devoted to that good-for-nothing? He can't even stand! How can he possibly make you happy?
Why don't you be a good girl and come with me? I'm a Parker family young master too. Whatever Ivor can offer, I can offer too. And what he doesn't have, I do. I'll make sure you live a carefree life."
Cassia glared at Mark with such intensity that if looks could kill, he would have died a thousand deaths. "In your dreams!" she spat.
"Fine, you've forced my hand." Enraged, Mark tore open Cassia's collar, revealing her delicate skin.
As the cold air hit her exposed skin, Cassia couldn't help but shiver.
"This is your last warning. Let me go, or face the consequences." She desperately tried to dodge his touch, a wave of nausea rising within her.
"Consequences?" Mark let out a cold laugh. "Cassia, don't overestimate yourself. Everyone in Beotorn knows you're nothing but a dog beside my useless cousin. You're in no position to negotiate with me."
His grip tightened, and Cassia's eyes darkened. She had planned to feign weakness for a few more days, gradually returning to her true self. After all, she hadn't completely drained the Parker family of their assets yet.
But now, she had no choice but to reveal her true strength.
Just as Cassia was about to make her move, the door suddenly burst open.
"Who dares interrupt my fun?" Mark turned, only to be met with a sight that chilled him to the bone.
The hallway light spilled into the room, illuminating Ivor like a wrathful god. The man in the wheelchair had a cold glint in his eyes, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly that his veins bulged. His gaze was as sharp and deadly as a hawk's.
Cassia withdrew the silver needle she was about to unleash and was about to speak when Mark spoke first.
"Ivor, your woman isn't very well-behaved, is she? Look at you, paralyzed, and she's already crawled into my bed." Mark got off the bed, straightening his clothes with a sleazy grin toward Cassia. "Though, I have to admit, she's quite irresistible."
His words were the final straw. Cassia could no longer hold back. She marched over to Mark and slapped him across the face.
The unexpected blow caught Mark completely off guard. He had been terrified at the sight of Ivor, but remembering that the cripple was only devoted to Willa, he decided to play the victim. He hadn't expected this wretched woman to actually dare to hit him.
"You..." Before Mark, who had never been hit by a woman before, could retaliate, a hard object slammed into his leg, sending him crashing to the floor. "Ah..."
Looking up, he saw that Ivor had somehow moved closer, and it was his wheelchair that had sent him tumbling. "Ivor, what's the meaning of this? Did you two plan this together? Trying to frame me?"
"Mark, it's Grandfather's birthday today. I don't care if your hormones got the better of you or if you were seduced. Don't you dare embarrass Grandfather. Get out." Ivor's voice was ice-cold.
A wave of suffocating pressure filled the room. In all the years Mark had known Ivor, he had never seen him this angry.
Just then, a gasp came from the doorway. "Cassia, how could you do this with Mark?"
The three of them turned to see Willa staring at them in disbelief.
A faint smile played on Cassia's lips. Willa was certainly eager. With three people in the room, how could she be so sure that something had happened between her and Mark? 'Such a stupid woman,' she sneered inwardly.
The thought made Cassia's smile widen. She glanced sideways at Ivor, whose expression was equally grim.
However, Willa seemed oblivious, continuing to fan the flames. "Ivor, don't be angry. I believe Cassia didn't do it on purpose, right Cassia?"
"What exactly happened between you and Brother Jinshen?" As she spoke, Willa moved closer to Ivor, gently taking his hand.
Faced with Willa's deliberate provocations, Cassia simply smiled.
"Ms. Taylor, you didn't see anything, so how can you be so certain that something happened between me and Mark?"
"Unless..." Cassia leaned closer to Willa, her voice low enough for only them to hear. "Unless you orchestrated all of this to frame me?"
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