My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner-Chapter 411: He’s There

In Fameville,

Anastasia waved Tracie and Xavier goodbye as they left the house. Xavier’s gaze was on her the entire time, as if trying to read her and she tried everything possible to not make eye contact with him because she felt he would be able to read her thoughts just immediately.

Anastasia gave Tracie a stern look, reminding the latter of the stunt she’d pulled off last night. Tracie had wanted to stay with Anastasia, but Xavier was going to question her, wondering why she was so close to someone she’d just met.

Xavier had already informed Anastasia beforehand to give him any important information that Mr. Steven ended up spilling.

When they got into the car, Anastasia didn’t wait and closed the door right behind her, and he back slammed against it, releasing the breath she’d been holding since.

Having Xavier around the house had stressed her in ways she couldn’t bring herself to complain.

The first thing Anastasia did was to take off her contact lens that had started to irritate her eyes because she’d worn them longer than she needed to. She went into her weapon’s room which was also in her room but one wouldn’t know because it was disguised as a simple wall with a painting hanging on it.

Anastasia went in and took out everything she needed to torture Mr. Steven with. When she was done, she headed towards the basement. While selecting the house, she’d made sure she picked the one with a basement for this special purpose.

Mr. Steven was still sleeping as she’d predicted. She glared at him as she reached forward and smacked him across the face, making him jump as his eyes flickered open.

"W-where..." His words slurred. It was the effect of the chloroform she’d used on him earlier. "Who are you and..." his gaze landed on the ropes used to tie him against the chair. "What is the meaning of this?" He questioned, his face red with rage as he tried to twist his wrist to come out of the rope.

Anastasia leaned against the table, arms crossed as she watched him struggle. "You’re not very bright, are you?" she mused, tilting her head. "You’ve been kidnapped, genius. Try to keep up."

Mr. Steven gritted his teeth, tugging harder at the restraints. "Do you have any idea who I am?" he barked.

"Oh, I know exactly who you are," Anastasia said, her voice laced with mock sweetness. "That’s why you’re here." She stepped closer, her eyes darkening. "Now, let’s skip the part where you act tough and get to the part where you tell me everything I want to know."

Mr. Steven narrowed his eyes on Anastasia, and his eyes widened slightly in realization. "You’re that woman, Jennifer Reyez!"

Anastasia shook her head. "Not at all, I’m Anastasia Wallace. Do you remember that name? Does it ring a bell?" She asked, turning to look at him with a smirk that stretched from both corners of her cheeks.

Mr. Steven went pale from realization and a grin stretched on Anastasia. However, Mr. Steven’s reaction only lasted for a second before he went crackly like a pack of wolves which took Anastasia by surprise.

"I can still remember that night," he said in the middle of his laughter. "You were like a scared little cat, cornered into a wall. Sadly, you had nowhere to run to. You had no one and no one could come to your rescue. You know, each time I have a hard time getting my dick to stand, all I need to do is think about that night, and boom....i’m ready for action."

Anastasia couldn’t believe what she was hearing the man spout. She’d thought he would be scared, which would make her day but it was obvious the man was a psycho. He wasn’t even scared that he was captured by the very same woman, trapped in an enclosed space with no single idea of what was going to happen to him.

"And do you know the craziest thing? Xander recorded every single thing and uploaded it on the internet. Free porn for every—" Before he could finish, Anastasia had already smacked him across the face, unable to take it anymore. She didn’t want to believe that Xander would do such a thing. Who was she kidding? That man operated a sex trafficking organization.

"Why—did I say anything wrong?" Mr. Steven asked, spitting out the blood from his torn mouth tissue. "Let me guess, since you’re here, does that mean you never returned to your husband, Xavier Wallace? Because if you did, Xander wouldn’t have continued to stay alive, especially with the months that passed after your death.

"You never went back to him, right?" he asked, a smirk playing on his bloodied lips. "That’s a good thing because he would never accept you. Believe me, no man likes it when his property has been touched by several people. He would never look at you with love because he’ll be disgusted each time he sets his eyes on you."

A single tear slipped down Anastasia’s eyes even before she could realize it. Subconsciously, she shook her head, "No," her voice was low, barely audible.

"Oh sweetie, that’s the truth. I wouldn’t lie to you. Since we’re here alone, mind..." And he winked at her, his gaze landing on her bottom and instantly, disgust crept on Anastasia’s body.

She gripped his shirt and landed a punch across his face. "You used me that night like I was some toy. I was a human being too—I had emotions, but no, you treated me like an animal, like I was nothing." Her voice cracked as she punched him again, the sickening crunch of bone meeting bone echoing in the room. Blood splattered onto the floor, but she didn’t stop.

Tears streamed down her face as rage consumed her. "I never wanted this! But you got what you wanted anyway." Another punch, harder this time. "And because of that, I’m going to burn you all alive. Every single one of you."

She raised her fist again, ready to strike, but then she froze. The hair on her spine stood up, and a chilling awareness crept over her. Someone was watching.

She made eye contact with Xavier, and instantly, her blood went cold.