Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife - Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Something that bothers us Chapter 240: Something that bothers us Max threw Priscilla on the bed, causing a crackling sound in response.

He started undressing himself, prompting her to tremble.

“Max, you are not in your senses and what nonsense you are sprouting out.” She faltered; her eyes fluttered at the hostility she sensed from his actions.

Max had become oblivious to words and thrown his shirt away before climbing into bed and crushing her against the mattress.

“You can’t keep fooling me, Pris.

I know you’re going to meet your secret lover.

So tell me, What rubbish am I saying?” Max’s eyes were furious as he continued to stare at her, sending adrenaline rushes down her spine.

Priscilla had no idea what Max was talking about, but suddenly something came to mind, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Did he see me and Jack together?

Priscilla remembered one of her team members asking her about Max, who had followed her to lunch, but he wasn’t there because she had left alone without notifying him.

But now that her memories are vivid, his words begin to make sense.

“Max, that’s not what you think,” she shot out, attempting to defend herself.

“I understand what you mean, Priscilla.

I am not a fool, but you actually turned out to be a whore, sleeping around men for gratification.” Max was inebriated and did not hold back his derogatory remarks about Priscilla’s character.

He had seen what prompted him to confirm his doubts, and now she was like a saint attempting to come clean by providing justification.

No way.

Priscilla felt fear sink deep into her bones when she sensed the maniac look in his eyes.

Max had already caught her, so she realized there was no way to make him understand.

But she couldn’t allow him to take advantage of her.

She was bleeding.

Max, on the other hand, pressed his face into the nook of her neck and began kissing her.

His thoughts were preoccupied by the scenario in which he saw her stroll with a man behind him.

He believed Priscilla was the woman who meant what she said when she proclaimed her love for him, but she turned out to be nasty.

He regretted ever hurting Ella for a lady who was nothing more than a men’s satisfaction machine, and he, too, had become one of her as a result of his selfish desire.

But no, he would never let her leave.

He ended his five-year relationship rather than have her cheat on him in return.

Max let go of her hand and began running it all over her curves.

He was desperate to fuck her and claim her.

She was his to satisfy, fuck, and live with.

How can she ever consider going after another person who isn’t him?

Priscilla cried “AH” as he tore her top and tossed it aside, leaving her in her bra before grasping and squeezing her breast.

Max would not take it easy on her.

He would punish her for even considering cheating on him.

“Is that man better than me in bed?” he questioned, scraping his teeth over her flesh, leaving imprints.

Priscilla’s body was on fire, and her mind was going crazy.

She had always liked rough sex, something Max excelled at.

But she knew she couldn’t have him, no matter how much she wanted him.

He was enraged, and she had no idea what he would do to her when under the influence of alcohol.

‘I’m sorry, Max, but you need to stop,’ she told herself, opening her eyes.

Turning her head sideways, she noticed a vase and hurriedly went for it, smacking Max’s head till he fell limp.

It wasn’t difficult to smash his head, but it did help him get unconscious.

Priscilla seized the opportunity and shoved him away.

She gazed at him thoughtfully before placing the vase back on the table and swiftly getting out of bed.

Max catching her with Jack was not a good omen for her plan, but she knew he wouldn’t let it go so simply.

‘I need to do something to divert his mind,’ she muttered, mulling over various ideas before a notion struck and her lips curled into an evil grin.

**** [Winston’s Mansion] Belle went out of her room and was walking towards the kitchen when she noticed Gabriel’s room lights turned on.

She assumed her son would be sleeping because he had formed a new habit of going to bed earlier than usual.

But now that he wasn’t, she went to check on him.

Standing outside his room, Belle knocked on the door, and when she heard the voice asking her to come in, she walked inside.

“I saw the lights in your room turned on, so I decided to check if everything was okay,” Belle said as she peered around the neatly placed bed.

“You don’t seem to be sleeping anytime soon.” Belle groaned and flicked her glance to her son, who was sitting on the couch doing some work.

Belle’s brow furrowed as she noted the strain on his face, yet he persisted in his job.

She discovered that Gabriel had dated Eveline through Jonathan.

Though he had other motives for calling them, now that Gabriel was back, she considered checking to see if everything was fine with the couple or if they were arguing.

Gabriel sat upright since he hadn’t expected his mother to come check on him at this hour, but now that she was there, he decided to speak up.

“I could not sleep.

So I decided to do some work instead,” he replied, taking the laptop off his lap and placing it on the table before them.

“Your father stated that you had been good in carrying out your duties as CEO.

But, as a mother, I would advise against overworking yourself.

Allow some time for personal life.

You understand what I mean.” Gabriel nodded, indicating comprehension.

Belle broke the silence when she asked, “I heard you and Eveline went out; is everything okay?

I mean, you look so fired up.

Did you dispute over something or-” “No, Mom.

That is not the case.

We did go out, but it was all good.

In fact, mom, there is something that bothers both of us.

I know, unlike dad, you believe we should not dwell on the past, but if our past is linked to the present and future, shouldn’t we take care of it in order to go forward?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS akshaya_vanne Thank you srividhyamurthy for the golden ticket.

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