Chapter 181

What kind of nonsense was this? The man was utterly vile!

"Mr. Falcon, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

Nathaniel's gaze dropped to the lingerie she was concealing behind her back. "Put it on for me."

Harrison's breath hitched. He had spotted the delicate fabric in her hands, and now he demanded she model it for him.

Fury surged through her veins as she flung the lingerie at his face. "Absolutely not!"

Nathaniel didn't even blink. The silken garment fluttered to the floor as he retrieved it, his lips twisting into a mocking smirk while gripping her delicate chin. "You wore this for Alexander but refuse to wear it for me?"

Harrison's head tilted back involuntarily, her confused eyes searching his face. His words made no sense.

She'd never worn such scandalous things for Alexander.

She'd never worn them at all!

She still couldn't comprehend why room service had delivered it to her suite.

"Mr. Falcon, if you're so desperate for a woman to parade in lingerie, why don't you go find Isabella?" she challenged, throwing his mistress's name like a weapon.

Nathaniel's lips curled in cruel amusement. "Isabella is pure and innocent. She would never degrade herself with such vulgarity. This sort of lingerie was made for women like you, wasn't it?"

Women like her? What exactly did that imply?

Nathaniel studied her flawless features, his thumb pressing against her soft lips in a slow, deliberate caress. "Why that look, Harrison? Did you sleep around before our marriage? After our vows, who else shared your bed? Alexander? Who else?"

Her heart plummeted. So this was his true opinion of her.

When he said "women like her," he meant cheap, promiscuous women.

He would never ask his precious Isabella to wear such things, so he expected her to do it instead.

He truly held her in such contempt.

A bitter laugh escaped Harrison's lips as she shoved him away, desperate to escape.

But Nathaniel seized her slender frame, crushing her against his chest as he bent to claim her mouth.

"No!"

Harrison fought like a wildcat in his iron grip.

Her petite form twisted helplessly against his unyielding strength, only fueling Nathaniel's desire as his breathing grew ragged.

He slammed her against the wall. "Why refuse me what you so freely gave Alexander?"

Harrison pushed against his chest. "Nathaniel, aren't you afraid Isabella will discover this?"

His sneer sent chills down her spine. "Isabella understands. She knows I love and respect her. With you? This is just physical. You exist solely to satisfy my needs."

He cherished Isabella's purity while reducing her to nothing more than a vessel for his lust.

Tears welled in Harrison's pale eyes, her trembling fingers clutching her blouse.

"Nathaniel, do you think I'm obligated to obey your every whim? My past is none of your concern, but know this—I will never share your bed! If you're so concerned about tainting your precious Isabella's virtue, find another woman to relieve your urges. It will never be me!"

The air grew thick with tension following her declaration.

Nathaniel's eyes darkened dangerously, his chest rising with barely contained rage.

Finally, he released her, his gaze sweeping over her with undisguised disgust. "Harrison, do you honestly believe I crave your touch? Have you been getting regular STD tests? I wouldn't touch you if you begged. You're filthy."

With that final blow, he strode out, leaving her shattered.

"Have you been getting regular STD tests?"

"You're filthy."

His cruel words echoed in her mind as she realized he always knew exactly how to destroy her. Their relationship had reached its lowest point yet.

Harrison's legs gave way as she slid down the wall, collapsing onto the cold marble floor. She couldn't comprehend why he'd barged in just to humiliate her so viciously, so unexpectedly.