Chapter 206 Rescue

• The wheelchair was still in the living room. She didn’t want to make a sound, yet she also needed to make herself look utterly helpless. Estimating that Dante wouldn’t arrive immediately, she dragged her legs—still weak after surgery—toward the elevator, inch by agonizing inch.
• The more pathetic she appeared, the more convincing her act would be. But the price was high. After a night under Alexander’s dominance, her legs and waist ached so badly she could barely move. The short distance to the elevator took ten torturous minutes—it would have been faster to crawl.
• The elevator was empty at midnight. Natalia caught her reflection in the mirrored walls, tousled her freshly washed hair into a messy halo, tugged her clothes into disarray, and even scratched herself just enough to leave marks—everything looked like she’d been through something terrible.