TRICKED INTO MARRIAGE - Season 1 Episode 42

Samantha’s heartbeat quickened. She freed up a hand, took out the needle she carried with her, and hid it in the palm of her hand.

She would use it if Violet really opened the closet door!

In any case, she would never give her the opportunity to make a fuss out of the predicament.

All of a sudden, the housekeeper strained and yelled, “Mrs. Schmidt, I can’t stop the guests. They’re about to break in again. The first thing you should do is to send the guests away!”

They had suffered enough of being the butt of jokes that day and could no longer afford to let things simmer.

Although Violet was extremely reluctant, she knew that the housekeeper was right. If photos of Penelope in such a state were taken by the guests and circulated, no wealthy family would be willing to accept her, much less the Barkers!

Violet had no idea how, but she managed to force herself to calm down. She walked quickly into the bathroom, grabbed a towel to wrap Penelope’s naked body, then helped her out, and handed her to the housekeeper. “Take care of her.”

The housekeeper nodded. “Understood.”

Violet closed her eyes for a moment, and when she next opened them, she had regained her dignified and elegant character. Then, she opened the door and walked out.

Facing everyone’s intense gazes, she acted as if nothing happened and even sported a smile on her face. “I’m sorry, everyone. I have some housework to attend to, so that’s it for today’s party. Thank you for coming today!”

She then turned to her servants and said, “Send them off!”

Although the guests were reluctant to see the commotion ending just like that, they were all figures of note who could not possibly drag their feet on the ground when their host had already declared the end of the party.

They could only leave regretfully.

Violet turned around and walked quickly toward the master bedroom.

As soon as she walked to the door, the door of the master bedroom opened from the inside. It was Sheena, whose face was red as she walked out of the inside while straightening her skirt.

Both women locked gazes at each other.

Sheena had a panicked look when she saw Violet and she wondered why the latter was upstairs instead of socializing in the banquet hall below.

Although Violet had already seen the live broadcast earlier, her anger shot through the roof after looking at Sheena, then at the messy bedroom. The nauseating smell still lingered in the air and she could hear the sound of trickling water in the bathroom!

How dare the daughter of a humble servant seduce her husband under her nose and made her look like a fool in public!

Everything that happened earlier—the humiliation she suffered, the failed plan, and the guests’ ridicule—were all Sheena’s doing! Violet was never going to forgive her!

Violet grabbed Sheena’s hair viciously with one hand and used her other to slap Sheena with all her strength.

Her anger had reached its peak and she delivered three slaps in a row. “You b*tch! You’re nothing but a dog in our home and you dare to climb onto our bed? I’ll kill you today! Just you wait!”

‘A dog…’

It was the same insult again!

For Sheena, no other insult could hurt her as much as those words.

The Schmidts all treated her like a dog from the very beginning. No one saw her as a human. No one!

In that case, she would show them how dogs retaliate when they get anxious!

The panic in Sheena’s eyes disappeared. It was instead replaced by an unusual glimmer. She raised her hand as well and grabbed Violet’s hair, returning the three forceful slaps!

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Violet could never have imagined that the little b*tch Sheena would dare to fight back and slap her in the face. Those slaps left Violet looking dazed and silly.

She was hardly able to stand firm and collapsed onto the ground.

Sheena looked at her condescendingly. She could feel as though the breaths she held inside her chest had finally cleared up, but she was not done yet!

She curled her lips, squatted down, then approached Violet and spoke with clarity, “Let me tell you something, Mrs. Schmidt. The person you call a dog didn’t take the initiative to climb onto your husband’s bed. Your husband is the one who likes me. He likes me so much that he can’t control himself. He’s smitten with my body. Don’t you understand?

“Oh, well, you probably don’t… I heard from Justin that he hasn’t touched you for a very long time now. As if that’s not bad enough, he can’t even be bothered to look at you. He doesn’t feel anything for you!”

“You…” Violet nearly collapsed in anger and began gesticulating. “You little sl*t. I’m going to tear your mouth open.”

Sheena sneered disdainfully and pushed Violet’s hand away. “By the way, do you know what Justin likes the most about me? He…adores my legs the most.”

As she said that, she deliberately lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal love marks printed all over her fair-skinned feet.

Violet was so incensed that she was unable to get up from the ground. All she could do was clutch her heart while panting.

She practically snarled when she said, “You little b*tch. Shut up! Shut your mouth!”

Sheena did not expect that Violet—whose head was always held high and only ever looked down on her—would one day end up being humiliated so severely. It felt really good!

The sound of water came to a stop inside the bathroom, and Justin’s voice rang as soon as the bathroom door opened. “You… What are you doing!”

Sheena immediately suppressed the smug expression on her face. With lightning speed, she grabbed Violet’s hand and slapped her own cheek forcefully.

She then fell to one side along with the flow of the strength.

Justin just so happened to walk out and instinctively stretched out his hand to catch her. He lowered his head, saw the slap marks on Sheena’s face, and became so angry that he shouted at Violet. “It’s not Sheena’s fault. Why did you have to hit her?”

Justin cheated and went so far as to defend his side chick after being caught. Violet could only taste iron in her throat—she was so angry that she spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Sheena hid in Justin’s arms and watched coldly as Violet vomited blood. At that moment, all she felt was that she had successfully exacted her revenge!

…

At the other end, the housekeeper brought Penelope out after the guests had left and the guestroom had reverted to quietness again.

After Samantha made sure that there was no one outside, she breathed a sigh of relief and tucked the needle in her hand away.

Unfortunately, her heart soon sank yet again.

The aphrodisiac’s effect on Timothy had completely worn off. His expression lost all sense of cognition and his actions were based purely on instinct.

Samantha raised her hand in an attempt to push him away, but his strength was just too great. Not only did she fail to push him away, she ended up having her hands clasped tightly and twisted behind her so she could not move at all.

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Timothy’s other hand had already grabbed her clothes and he tore it open with a hiss.

“No, Timothy, don’t!” Samantha’s voice faltered uncontrollably because she knew she could not escape.

Someone was bound to enter anytime, but that aside, the last thing she wanted to be Timothy’s antidote!

Timothy, however, did not listen to her at all. His hands went about their way, just like before, but when he was getting more anxious, Samantha blurted out subconsciously, “If you really need to relieve yourself, I…. I’ll bring Penelope to you!”
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