THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 325
At that moment, without wasting another second, before Victoria could even process what was happening, she was already on the floor. One moment she stood frozen in fear, and the next, Lisa had moved—swift, sharp, and precise. Her movement was so sudden that no one could even blink before Victoria's body hit the ground with a hard thud.
Lisa's eyes were cold, unblinking. Without hesitation, she reached into her jacket and drew out a whip. But it wasn't an ordinary one. It gleamed faintly under the light—a copper whip, its surface coiled with metallic threads that shimmered with menace. The handle alone carried an air of authority, carved with strange symbols that looked old and deliberate, as though meant for judgment rather than punishment.
Then the room fell into heavy silence. Even the air seemed to tremble.
At that moment, when Mr. Jackson's eyes landed on the whip, his breath caught in his throat. His body stiffened, and his fingers curled tightly against his knees. He knew what that whip could do—he had heard stories about it. A single strike could slice open skin and leave deep, burning welts that never fully healed immediately, it will take time. The copper edge tore not only flesh but pride. He knew that if Lisa used it on Victoria, his daughter would never be the same again.
But what could he do? His heart was pounding so loudly he could barely hear himself think. He wanted to scream, to beg, to stop what was about to happen—but he knew he couldn't. Oliver's command had been given. And if he interfered, it might cost not just Victoria's dignity, but their entire family's future.
So, he stayed kneeling. Trembling. Confused. Powerless.
Victoria's eyes widened as she finally realized what was happening. "Wait—" she tried to speak, her voice breaking, but before the next word could leave her lips—
Ssshhh—crack!
The whip lashed through the air with a sound that made everyone flinch. It landed across Victoria's back with a sharp, unforgiving strike.
Her scream tore through the silence.
At that moment, the sound of the whip echoed through the entire mansion sharp, violent, and piercing. Each lash tore through the silence like thunder.
Victoria screamed, her voice cracking from the pain, but Lisa showed no mercy. The copper whip glowed faintly under the light, and each stroke left behind deep, crimson marks that burned against her trembling skin.
Mr. Jackson could no longer hold himself together. His entire body was shaking as he pressed his palms against his ears, trying to drown out his daughter's cries. Tears ran down his cheeks, but he dared not move. He knew deep within his heart—that if he interfered, things would only get worse. He had begged for this leniency. This was the price of his plea. Still, seeing his only daughter suffer before his eyes felt like a thousand knives driving into his chest.
Robert, beside him, was frozen. His lips trembled, but no words could escape. Both men were on their knees, helpless, trapped between guilt and fear. They could only bow their heads lower as the whip struck again and again. Each sound made them flinch. Each scream shattered their resolve a little more.
Victoria's strength soon left her body. Her knees buckled, her arms fell limp, and her voice faded into weak whimpers. Her once-proud eyes, the same ones that used to glare at everyone with arrogance, now stared blankly at the ground. Her dress was torn open at the back, revealing the bloody welts that covered her pale skin. Blood flowed down slowly, staining the marble floor beneath her.
Lisa, breathing slowly, finally stopped. Her expression didn't show an ounce of pity. She looked at Victoria's broken form with cold detachment and then tossed the whip aside like it was nothing more than trash. "You brought this on yourself," she said, her voice calm yet sharp enough to cut through the tension.
Then the air was thick with silence until Oliver finally spoke, his voice deep and commanding. "Mr. Jackson," he said, turning his gaze toward him, "this will be the last time I come here for something like this. I won't repeat myself again. Make sure your daughter never appears before me or anyone connected to me ever again. If she dares, it won't just be punishment next time—it will be something she'll never recover from. Make sure she understands that."
Again the room fell into a heavy silence as Oliver slowly turned his head and locked eyes with Abigail's father. His voice was low, yet it carried a weight that made every word thunder in the ears of everyone present.
"If anything happens to Cora," Oliver said, each word sharp like a blade, "and I find out it's connected to Abigail in any way… then what Victoria went through today will be nothing compared to what both of you will face."
Abigail's father froze. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. He could feel the sweat trailing down his neck, and it wasn't just fear—it was dread. Cold, paralyzing dread.
Without pausing, Oliver continued. "From today," he said, shifting his gaze to both Mr. Jackson and Abigail's father, "you are both officially on probation. One year."
They blinked, not understanding at first.
"You heard me. One year. No deals. No meetings. No business with any of my subsidiaries, associates, or even the smallest contractor linked to my organization. The contracts you've been handling? Suspended. All of them."
Abigail's father tried to interject, "Mr.Oliver, please, you know we've been loyal for—"
Oliver raised one finger, not to silence him but as a warning. "Don't speak unless you want to add another year to that probation."
The room was tense. Mr. Jackson looked like he had aged ten years in just a few minutes. He remained on his knees, not even daring to lift his head.
Then Oliver's eyes narrowed. "And let me be clear. This is not a negotiation. This is not a threat. This is a sentence."
Then his voice lowered even more, sending a chill across the room.
"If you so much as breathe the wrong way around me, if either of you tries to challenge this decision or go behind my back, this one-year probation will become a lifetime ban. You'll both become invisible to every major player in this city. You won't just lose my favor… you'll lose everything."
