The Silent Wife

"Young Master Porter, I'm speaking the truth that I want to do business with you. Hudson Pharmaceuticals is facing a severe cash flow problem and you're the only person I can seek help from.”

Rachel attempted to appeal to Dillon's sympathy by putting herself in a vulnerable position so that he would be less suspicious of her. However, he wasn't trusting her anymore after what happened. "C'mon, am I for real the only one who can help you?" He smiled with a cold look in his eyes as he grabbed her neck and forced her to turn her head to look at Justin. "What about him?"

"Don't touch her!" Justin growled, but the men pressed him onto the table.

Rachel was flushing and breathing hard as she couldn't break free from his grasp. The words barely escaped her as she said, "I'm only trying to use him. Ask around in Riverdale and you'll understand he's not the man he used to be anymore."

"Use him?” Dillon grinned. "Then, you must resent him.”

"I'll never forget what he did to me."

"What about I kill him for you?"

At that moment, Justin tried to resist, as if Dillon's words were a cue to him. However, his attempt was defused by the goons behind him as they pressed his head harder and both of his hands onto the table. Rachel screamed when Dillon raised the knife and aimed at Justin's hand. At last, it landed between Justin's fingers, which almost sliced his finger off.

She was drenched in sweat as she watched the scene unfold.

"Do it." Dillon signaled one of his lackeys. "You, cut his fingers off for me."

Rachel turned pale at his order.

The lackey yanked the knife from the table easily as told. "No!" However, it was too late when Rachel screamed to stop him.

As Dillon's lackeys were used to kill people, the man didn't even blink when he cut off Justin's finger.

After a dead silence of about three seconds, blood began to flow from where Justin lost his little finger.

As Justin listened to the blood dripping from the table, he finally realized what had happened to him. Even if he restrained himself from reacting conspicuously to the pain, his pale face was soon drenched in sweat. He was shaking uncontrollably as he gasped in pain.

"Ah!" Rachel screamed again when she saw what happened to him. Unexpectedly, she struggled out from Dillon's constraint and rushed toward Justin. However, she couldn't think of a way to stop the bleeding and she didn't even dare touch him.

Dillon watched them with a smile like a devil. "Didn't you say you don't care about him?"

"Send him to the hospital now!" Rachel shouted as soon as she came back to her senses.

However, Dillon only chuckled coldly. "There's no need for it. I'll bury him somewhere later. Since the Idyll Mountain has the best scenery in Enistan, you should be honored to be buried here like other rich guys."

"Let her go!" Justin's voice echoed from the direction of the table.

Dillon turned to him with a shocked expression. "You can still talk? You're a real man, aren't you?"

Justin's face scrunched, and it was as if his skin would split open at any time. He was trying to keep silent as he endured the pain. Even though he was perspiring due to the pain, he couldn't stop worrying about Rachel.

He spoke with difficulty as the pain devoured his mind. "You can do... anything to me, as long as you release her."

"Justin Burton!" Rachel screamed, her voice filled with heartbreak. "We're nobody to each other! You don't have to meddle in my business! How many times do I need to repeat myself? I've been using you since the first day I returned to Riverdale!"

He can survive as long as we cut ties with each other. How can a wise man like him not understand the significance of it during a life-or-death situation like now?

Even though Justin lay on the table in pain, he smiled at her to console her. "I know you're trying to help, but I want to stop lying to you."

Justin regretted everything that happened six years ago, regardless of whether they were white lies or straight-up lies. He might not be the cause of her grandmother's death, but he regretted hiding it from Rachel. If I had promised her to try my best from the beginning, maybe she wouldn't be as heartbroken as she used to be even if it didn't end well.

Our lives only last a few decades and nobody can tell what will happen next. I want to cherish every second I spent next to her with honesty, even at the cost of my life.

Dillon dragged Rachel away while Justin could only growl at them. Grabbing her neck, Dillon forced her to sit on the chair, and she could only obey with only tears falling down her cheeks.

"How noble of you both." He sent them a cold look before pulling Rachel's hair to force her to raise her chin. "What do you say? Should I kill him before your eyes or remove your clothes in front of him? Which one is better?"

Dillon's hand slid off her shoulder and stopped near her waist to toy with the sash of her dark green tulle dress.

Rachel shook uncontrollably and tried to get away, but Dillon grabbed her shoulders with force. Seeing what happened to her, Justin struggled on the table as he growled in a raspy voice, "Get your hands off her!"

"He's annoying." Dillon feigned scratching his ear as he ordered, "Shut him up."

The two men next to Justin did as told immediately as they pressed him hard to the table, leaving a trail of blood behind. During the process, more blood flowed out from Justin's wound and reddened the hem of his dress shirt.

Even if his voice was muffled by a rag, Justin didn't stop struggling all the time. He glared daggers at Dillon, and it was as though his eyes could pop out at any time.

"Maybe doing both will be more interesting." Dillon then pulled the sash off Rachel to undress her right in front of Justin.

She shook at Dillon's actions, and a strength filled her body out of nowhere and she slapped him without warning. Others' expressions changed at the scene when they heard the slap. Dillon was pressing a hand to the left side of his face as he glared at her furiously. "You b*tch! You actually slapped me?"

At that, he grabbed her shoulder and slapped her back. "You have a death wish, don't you? Tie her up!"

His goons did as ordered and came back with ropes. They ignored Rachel's attempt to wiggle out of their hold and tied her to the chair.

Dillon picked up the bloody knife and smacked it on her face. The searing pain spread across her face at that.

"You're testing my patience. A woman like you should learn her lesson. Aren't you playing hard to get? Well, I'm looking forward to what you can do."

Dillon had been longing for Rachel for a long time. Back when he was trading with her in Riverdale, he would use the name of the business to take advantage of her, but she could always find excuses to put him off. However, she had chosen to walk right into the lion's den today. As such, Dillion would gladly seize this opportunity to fulfill his wish.

Once he had a taste of her, he would dump her into the sea.

"Let go of me!" Rachel struggled, but her resistance only caused him to become more excited.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.