A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage (reese and hudson)

Reese quickly assessed the situation, realizing these people were determined to keep her there against her will.

Facing the occupants of the private room, she spoke calmly. "Which one of you is Mr. Xavier?"

All eyes converged on a man seated in the shadowed corner. He looked decent, with a close-cropped hairstyle,

but his appearance was marked by a scar on his forehead that gave him a fierce and menacing aura.

Clearing his throat, he acknowledged her presence. "Miss Roberts, welcome."

Reese maintained an impassive expression. "So, you're Mr. Magnus."

A sly grin curved Magnus's lips. "Indeed. Please, have a seat."

Observing the chaotic scene within, Reese had no intention of complying. "This isn't an appropriate setting to

discuss the details of a jewelry design. Let's reschedule for a more suitable time."

As she turned to depart, the man with dyed yellow hair lunged to grab her.

Reacting swiftly, Reese seized his wrist, twisting it with a sharp movement that elicited a painful crack as the

bone fractured. The man cried out in agony. A well- placed kick sent him tumbling away. "If this is how Mr. Xavier

treats his guests, then | believe my tis better spent elsewhere."

Yet, before Reese could make her escape, two more men rushed forward, effectively blocking her path.

Magnus rose from his seat, his smile undeterred. "Impressive, Miss Roberts. Indeed, a woman with connections

to Lukas is bound to possess sfire."

"So, all this commotion is because of Lukas?" Reese's expression darkened further.

"Of course. With Lukas in the picture, things are only natural to get interesting. With countless women in the

world, why would | single you out if it weren't for him? Haven't you figured that out?" Magnus's amusement was

evident.

"I don't know where you heard such rumors, but for the record, Mr. Xavier, | am not associated with Lukas in the

way you seem to believe." Reese's voice grew icier.

Magnus nonchalantly shrugged. "Misunderstanding on my part, then? | heard rumors about the Rhodes family's

trouble, purportedly due to Lukas's romantic entanglements. Was that all fabrication?"

Reese realized that denying her connection to Lukas would likely be futile, as this man seemed determined to

keep her entangled in his scheme. She confronted him head-on. "What do you want from me? Are you planning

to resort to murder in broad daylight?"

Magnus chuckled softly, an air of hostility surrounding him. "I wouldn't be so reckless. However, there are

countless ways to make your life exceedingly unpleasant without resorting to outright murder."

A sinister smile tugged at his lips. "Miss Roberts, have you ever wondered why so many cases of sexual assault

against women go unpunished? Lack of evidence, no witnesses, and thus, no justice. Without irrefutable proof,

what can anyone really do?"

Reese's expression twisted with a mixture of anger and disgust, realizing the depths of this man's depravity. She

never fathomed that a simple jewelry customization consultation hid a meticulously laid trap designed with the

sole purpose of ensnaring her. From the very beginning, Magnus had planned to ruin her.

As her watchful gaze swept across the room, Reese's mind raced, realizing the impending danger of her

circumstances. These people seemed oblivious to the tense confrontation between her and Magnus.

Unbeknownst to those present, she deftly maneuvered her hand into her bag, preemptively securing her pepper

spray. In an audacious maneuver, she executed a swift kick that caught one man off guard, seized her pepper

spray, and directed

a jet into the face of another assailant. Seizing the opportunity, she bolted towards the exit.

Taken aback by her unexpected agility and determination, Magnus exhibited a spark of intrigue. "Grab her!" He

wanted to see if Lukas's woman was any different from the rest.

To Reese's dismay, someone grabbed her from behind and forcibly pulled her back just as she was about to open

the door leading to her escape.

Approaching with purpose, Magnus grabbed Reese's arm, expertly disarming her of the pepper spray, and locked

her in place against the wall. He positioned himself between her and the exit.

The intensity of his strength took Reese by surprise, but she remained resolute. His grip was tight and

overpowering as he held her chin, taunting her with a sneer. "Lukas seems to value you greatly. | wonder what

special allure you possess." His condescending demeanor and casual touches sent a shiver down Reese's spine.

Lifting her leg with a quick movement, Reese aimed a strategic strike at a vulnerable point on his body.

Caught off-guard, Magnus recoiled in pain, his face contorting in response. He stumbled backward, inadvertently

knocking over a table laden with drinks.

As drinks cascaded onto the floor and Magnus grappled with agony, his sneer morphed into a snarl of anger.

"Hold her down. Strip her naked. Let's see if she dares to escape after that."

Several men advanced, their intentions unmistakable as they attempted to disrobe her forcibly.

Pushed to the ground, Reese reached for a nearby bottle that had been jostled from the table during the chaos.

She clutched it with determination, prepared to use anything at her disposal to defend herself.

However, before her attackers could carry out their vile intentions, the door to the private room was violently

kicked open from the outside.