Marcus lay on the cold marble floor, clutching his chest in agony, every breath feeling like knives stabbing into his broken ribs.
The pain was unbearable… but what he was seeing hurt far worse.
That bastard Alex had completely stripped his mother. Her elegant black-and-gold gown lay discarded on the floor like trash.
She was now completely naked in his arms... her voluptuous body pressed tightly against his powerful frame, her heavy breasts squishing against his chest as she clung to him like a desperate lover.
Natalia Steele, the one who was supposed to save him and punish his enemy... glued to his greatest enemy, kissing him.
Not just kissing... devouring his lips with unrestrained hunger, moaning softly into his mouth as if she had forgotten the entire world existed. As if her own son wasn't lying here, broken and bleeding, watching the woman who gave birth to him act like a common whore for the man who had destroyed him.
