Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 987: Leah, I Can’t Let Myself Have Nothing Left

Chapter 987: Chapter 987: Leah, I Can’t Let Myself Have Nothing Left

"Justin Xavier, these two requests of mine aren’t too much, are they?"

Justin Xavier knew these two requests weren’t too much, but...

Justin stared at her with dark eyes, saying nothing.

In the long wait, Leah Thorne fell silent, slowly moving from disappointment to despair, just like her love for him, from waiting to despair.

Ha.

Leah let out a light laugh, then slowly closed her eyes. She suddenly realized that whether Justin loved her or not no longer mattered.

If he loved her, then his love was just like this.

Seeing her smile, the emptiness in Justin’s heart grew larger. He lowered his head, gently touched her red lips.

This time, he kissed her very softly, as if he was afraid of hurting her, extremely tender.

"Justin Xavier, let go of me. Since our marriage is a transaction, let’s talk business now. Let me see my brother first, only then will I let you touch me!"

"No," Justin refused hoarsely, "You don’t have the bargaining rights in this deal. I will let you see your brother, but first, I must... inspect the goods."

The words "inspect the goods" made Leah’s face turn pale and red alternately. She began to struggle hard, her small hand touched his pajama pocket, and something fell out of it.

Leah glanced at it; it was that small bottle, for lubrication.

He had brought it with him.

Leah reached out, wanting to throw that small bottle away.

But Justin was faster; with a few long fingers, he clasped her fair wrist, pressed it above her head, and then pushed her clothes upward...

Leah trembled in pain all over. When he let her go, she bit down hard on his shoulder.

Hiss.

Justin grunted, then quickly pulled her into his arms, "Leah, be good, this is a marital obligation. I’ve wanted you for a long time..."

Leah’s head knocked against the headboard. Just as she was about to escape his grasp, he pulled her back. She felt like a small boat on the sea, the whole world in turmoil.

She felt both pain and discomfort, yet was trapped in his iron grip, making her want to cry.

In the end, she really did cry out. Justin gently licked the tears on her face, then kissed her, swallowing her sniffled cries...

...

After an unknown amount of time, Justin turned over and got off, his crimson eyes lifting slightly, his throat moving a few times as he suppressed that deadly feeling.

At this moment, the room was lit by a soft, warm light. Justin raised his hand to cover his crimson eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of tenderness.

He got up, looked at Leah. Leah moved a little, her slender figure turned sideways, raising a thin arm to wrap around herself. Her black-tea curls were scattered beautifully and seductively on the sheets, clothes in disarray, looking exactly like someone who had just been... ravaged.

Justin pulled up his pants, went into the bathroom, didn’t bother showering himself, and first brought a towel out to wipe her down.

Leah kept her eyes closed, her breath weak. Having been bullied mercilessly, she didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

Justin wiped the sweat from her forehead, suddenly smiled, "If you go report me for abuse now, you’d probably win."

Leah’s skin was covered with marks he had pressed into it. Even he felt he wouldn’t be wronged; he likely had a tendency for sexual violence deep in his bones.

Leah fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes. Having just cried, her eyes were watery and pitiful, like a pure kitten that the man couldn’t resist, "Is it enough? Can you take me to see my brother now?"

Her voice was hoarse.

Justin’s actions didn’t stop, "Keep me company tonight, I’ll take you to see him tomorrow."

"You..."

"Do you want to go see your brother looking like this? Go look in the mirror, your face screams you’ve just been bedded by a man."

"..." Leah closed her eyes.

She was really exhausted, had no strength left, and soon fell asleep.

Justin wiped her clean, then went to the bathroom to take a shower himself, before returning to bed and pulling her into his arms.

At this moment, with a "ding," his phone rang with a new message.

He opened the message; the content was simple: They still hadn’t found Mort Thorne.

Justin put down his phone. Leah kept nagging to see Mort Thorne; it wasn’t that he wouldn’t take her, but he hadn’t found Mort Thorne at all.

He was indeed despicable and shameless because he used an old photo to trick Leah into marrying him, making her Mrs. Xavier.

Mort Thorne had been missing for many years. The picture in his phone was from a long time ago. Mort had been severely injured, had been bedridden for years. At the time, the doctors had said his chances of survival and recovery were very slim. But one day, Mort suddenly disappeared from the hospital, with no trace ever since.

Mort Thorne was Quinn Thorne’s son, a prodigy from a young age, who joined the military in his teens and became the highest-ranking officer of The Bloodwing.

The Bloodwing was a special task force rumored to have black slashes on their faces, ghost-like. Over the years, they had cracked numerous trafficking rings, organ trade syndicates, drug cartels, almost sweeping away all criminal kingpins, striking fear into many hearts.

No one had ever seen this Bloodwing unit, but it was said that anyone who had seen them was dead.

The high-ranking commander of this Bloodwing unit, Mort Thorne, was a legend in both the military and civilian worlds, with stories of him in every corner of military, political, and judicial sectors.

When the Thorne family had trouble years ago, Mort secretly returned home. Old Master Xavier and Hugh Xavier betrayed Mort’s whereabouts, leading him into multiple ambushes by dark forces on his way.

Everyone said Mort was dead, and an official death certificate was issued for him. With Mort’s disappearance, The Bloodwing faded from everyone’s sight, as if they had vanished along with Mort.

The underworld settled into peace.

It had been peaceful for many years.

Justin wanted to smoke, but remembering Leah didn’t like the smell of smoke on him, he resisted. He looked down at the small face in his arms.

Her brother Mort Thorne was an extraordinarily talented person. He speculated that Mort, with his unyielding nature, might have survived. But as the highest-ranking officer of The Bloodwing, he couldn’t show himself to see Leah, as his presence would stir up chaos in the calm underworld and bring unpredictable dangers to Leah.

However, Justin had already sensed Mort Thorne’s presence.

He felt that Mort was already on his way back.

Leah’s second request was for him to bring the ones who killed her parents to justice, but he couldn’t.

Crashing a car, betraying the highest-ranking commander, even the entire Xavier family wasn’t enough to atone.

Justin’s fingertips traced Leah’s cheek with both infatuation and affection. He softly murmured, "Leah, I can’t let myself have nothing, because if I have nothing, what would I use to keep you?"