The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 221: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Touch me if you dare.
He picked it up with a flourish and tucked it behind his ear, grinning at his reflection. Ah, I look so good, he mused, reveling in the beauty he had crafted despite his limitations.
Just then, Second Aunt reentered the room, her eyes landing on him as she stepped inside. Her expression shifted from admiration to suspicion, a flicker of concern crossing her features at the sight of him. However, she quickly masked it with a smile. "What? Now you’re ready to be mine?" she teased, her voice laced with a hint of playful seduction. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Hearing her words, Ray turned his head, feigning innocence. "What? Don’t I look beautiful?" he shot back, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "What do you think Rose would say?"
At the mention of her name, Second Aunt’s smile faltered. She approached him, her expression hardening as she cupped his face in her hands. "How many times do I have to tell you?" Her voice was firm, the warmth replaced by a chilling edge. "It’s our wedding day. Stop... taking the name of a dead person."
Ray looked at her, the playful smirk returning to his lips. "What? Why wouldn’t I? I’m dressed for her," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He leaned closer to the mirror, admiring his reflection once more. "I’m looking so gorgeous. I’m really sure that she would feel head over heels for me."
His words hung in the air, a playful challenge, leaving Second Aunt torn between anger and amusement.
Second Aunt’s eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as she took in Ray’s defiance. "Have you gone completely mad, Ray? Losing your wife really did a number on you, didn’t it?" Her voice was a mocking hiss, circling him like a predator, savoring the weakness she thought she saw.
Ray’s response was a low chuckle, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. "You think I’m mad? No, Second Aunt, I’m very clear-headed. Maybe it’s you who forgot who I am." His tone dropped, the confidence in his words palpable. "I’m the vice-president of Aron Group. I’ve lost more than you can imagine. I lost my parents. And I was the one who put their ashes in that ancestral house. Or have you forgotten?"
Her smirk faltered, if only for a moment, her fingers twitching as she remembered that day all too clearly. She had wanted that honor herself, to put her sister to rest in the family grounds, but Ray had stood in her way, shutting down her every attempt, humiliating her before everyone. That sting still burned, and Ray’s words brought it back, raw and bitter.
She masked her irritation with a hollow laugh. "Fine, Ray, keep holding on to your delusions." Her smile grew sharper, her tone mocking. "But tell me this—how do you think Rose is coming back from a burning car thrown down a hill, hmm?" She leaned closer, her voice taunting. "Does she have superpowers now?"
Ray’s face held no reaction. Instead, a slow smile crept onto his lips, one that held a dark amusement. "Clearly, you never knew my wife, Second Aunt. Do you really think I, Ray Aron, would fall for any ordinary woman?"
The mirth in her eyes died, replaced by an ugly flash of anger. Without thinking, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his face close to hers. "You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Always acting high and mighty. Maybe I should remind you who’s in control here. Wouldn’t you love to see your brothers again?"
Ray’s face remained calm, even as her grip tightened painfully. "Go ahead, try it. I’d love to see how you plan to make me tremble. You think I’m afraid of you?" His voice was steady, a taunt in its calmness, and it set her on edge. Why was he so confident all of a sudden?
Her patience snapped. With a harsh tug, she threw him onto the bed, watching as he landed with a wince. His face twisted in pain, but his eyes stayed defiant, daring her to go further.
"Fine then," she hissed, standing over him, her voice dripping with venom. "Forget the wedding. Let’s get right to the fun part." She smirked, a storm brewing in her gaze, yet beneath it all, Ray’s unflinching stare seemed to spark an unease she couldn’t quite shake.
As soon as Ray’s body hit the soft mattress, he glared at Second Aunt, his eyes blazing with defiance and hatred. The softness of the bed mocked him, cradling him in a place where he felt cornered, vulnerable. His breaths came shallow and rapid, every fiber of his being thrumming with a mixture of anger and disgust. His voice, though unsteady, carried a dangerous edge. "You really think throwing me around like this will scare me?"
Second Aunt’s lips curled into a slow, mocking smile as she sauntered closer, letting his defiance soak in. She leaned in, her cold fingers gripping his chin with a possessive force, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Scare you?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with a mocking sweetness that only made his skin crawl.
"Oh, of course not. I know you better than that. But let’s get one thing clear." Her grip tightened, nails pressing into his skin. "Even if by some miracle, your dear Rose were to come back—" she leaned even closer, her breath warm against his face as her eyes gleamed with twisted delight—"do you really think she’d still want you after I’m finished? Broken and humiliated?"
Ray’s face went pale, his defiant expression slipping just for a moment as the words hit their mark. He felt a flicker of panic—an unwelcome chink in his armor that only seemed to fuel her more.
He picked it up with a flourish and tucked it behind his ear, grinning at his reflection. Ah, I look so good, he mused, reveling in the beauty he had crafted despite his limitations.
Just then, Second Aunt reentered the room, her eyes landing on him as she stepped inside. Her expression shifted from admiration to suspicion, a flicker of concern crossing her features at the sight of him.
