Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 22: His Prey · Nov 12, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: Young Master, Hang in there! 2026-11-12
2 Chapter 2: What does she want to do?! 2026-11-12
3 Chapter 3: The Person Young Master Wants Has Arrived 2026-11-12
4 Chapter 4: You are the first woman not afraid of death 2026-11-12
5 Chapter 5: The Arrogant Man 2026-11-12
6 Chapter 6: No Escaping Privately 2026-11-12
7 Chapter 7: What’s the name? 2026-11-12
8 Chapter 8: You Really are Naughty 2026-11-12
9 Chapter 9: Absolute Obedience 2026-11-12
10 Chapter 10: Little Maniac, Come Over 2026-11-12
11 Chapter 11: Ah, Let Me Teach You 2026-11-12
12 Chapter 12: Will I Listen to You? 2026-11-12
13 Chapter 13: Young Master Didn’t Give You Status 2026-11-12
14 Chapter 14: She Means So Much to Him 2026-11-12
15 Chapter 15: How Dare He Kiss Him! 2026-11-12
16 Chapter 16: How Do You Plan to Take Revenge on Me, Huh? 2026-11-12
17 Chapter 17: Conquering Thomas Shannon 2026-11-12
18 Chapter 18: Maniac, come pour the wine. 2026-11-12
19 Chapter 19: Come into My Embrace 2026-11-12
20 Chapter 20 This is what you asked for! 2026-11-12
21 Chapter 21: Seeking Happiness on One’s Own 2026-11-12
22 Chapter 22: His Prey 2026-11-12
23 Chapter 23: Maniac, are you seeking death? 2026-11-12
24 Chapter 24: Are you convinced, Thomas Shannon? 2026-11-12
25 Chapter 25: Drawing Her Blood 2026-11-12
26 Chapter 26: Who Saved Her? 2026-11-12
27 Chapter 27: I Said You’re Not Allowed to Scratch Me 2026-11-12
28 Chapter 28: Giving You One Chance 2026-11-12
29 Chapter 29: The Woman of Your Boss at Home 2026-11-12
30 Chapter 30: How Long Has the Little Madman Been Gone? 2026-11-12
31 Chapter 31: Follow me, and I won’t treat you unfairly. 2026-11-12
32 Chapter 32 Where did he touch you? 2026-11-12
33 Chapter 33: You Can’t Escape from the Palm of My Hand 2026-11-12
34 Chapter 34: The Ruthless Woman 2026-11-12
35 Chapter 35: The Arrogant Little Look, Quite Spirited 2026-11-12
36 Chapter 36: She is Priceless 2026-11-12
37 Chapter 37 Thomas Shannon, let me go down 2026-11-12
38 Chapter 38: Close Your Eyes 2026-11-12
39 Chapter 39 Did you wake up? 2026-11-12
40 Chapter 40: Where Are Your Polite Words? 2026-11-12
41 Chapter 41: Who Indulged That Temper, Huh? 2026-11-12
42 Chapter 42: Conquer Him! 2026-11-12
43 Chapter 43: Can You Button It? 2026-11-12
44 Chapter 44: I Teach You 2026-11-12
45 Chapter 45: What trick are you playing again? 2026-11-12
46 Chapter 46 Thomas Shannon, you stand still for me! 2026-11-12
47 Chapter 47: Who allowed you to step into Young Master’s bedroom? 2026-11-12
48 Chapter 48: Let’s See How She Continues to Be Arrogant 2026-11-12
49 Chapter 49: Let the maniac come and serve 2026-11-12
50 Chapter 50: Who else dares besides you? 2026-11-12

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: His Prey

She bit her lower lip, took a few steps forward, and came before him.

Thomas Shannon’s gaze was like a sleeping lion sizing up the prey it was about to devour, filled with a fierce, predatory hunger.

Sophie Sullivan moved back slightly, only to have her wrist suddenly gripped tightly.

Thomas Shannon’s hand tightened, deliberately causing her pain. ”Where are your shoes?”

”I lost them.” Sophie endured the pain, her voice trembling.

Was he trying to crush her?

”What happened here?” Thomas Shannon’s fingertip gently slid across the red marks on her pale arm.

All of Sophie’s previous bravado vanished without a trace. As meek as a sheep, she said, ”A mosquito bit me.”

”Where did the mosquito bite you?”

”Mosquitoes in the flower bush.”

Thomas Shannon sneered, tightening his grip on her hand even more.

”It hurts...” Sophie’s small, beautiful face instantly turned deathly pale from the pain.

”What were you doing in the flower bush, then, hmm?” Thomas Shannon knew she had tried to escape but insisted on making her admit it herself.

This placed immense psychological pressure on her.

He was like a patient hunter, methodically executing his plan, cruelly toying with his prey until it was dead.

And Sophie, at this moment, was that prey about to be toyed with to death.

Suppressing a pained whimper that threatened to escape, Sophie said, ”Young Master, I know I was wrong.”

”Wrong about what?”

”I shouldn’t have tried to escape.”

”Hmph,” Thomas Shannon scoffed and released her hand.

Sophie’s face was already chalk-white, devoid of any color. She quickly gripped her throbbing wrist.

Thomas Shannon’s eyelids drooped, his gaze falling on the tea table. Sophie attentively took a cigarette from the tea table and offered it to him.

”Young Master, for you.”

”At least you know your place!” Thomas Shannon held the cigarette lightly between his thin lips. Sophie turned, picked up the metal lighter, and carefully lit it for him.

Taking a deep drag, Thomas Shannon’s eyes narrowed. ”Charlie River, how long has it been?”

”Young Master, ten minutes remaining.”

Thomas Shannon caressed his well-defined chin, his voice laced with menace. ”Time to warm things up.”

”Yes, Young Master!”

Charlie River spoke a few words into his wireless earpiece, and the deafening music came to an abrupt halt.

SNAP.

Charlie River snapped his fingers. The women who, just a moment before, had been dancing provocatively against the men began to embrace them.

Sophie found the overtly passionate display nauseating. She turned away and threw up.

”Pathetic,” Thomas Shannon sneered.

Her stomach churning, Sophie had no energy to spare for his taunts. After retching for a while, she finally felt a little better.

Having learned her lesson, she lowered her eyelids, fixed her gaze downwards, and focused on calming her inner turmoil, avoiding the sight of the appalling scenes before her.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Thomas Shannon meant by bringing her here.

It couldn’t be as simple as just making her watch these appalling scenes.

A hand reached out and forcefully pulled her, her body falling into Thomas Shannon’s embrace.

His sexy, thin lips curved into a malicious smile as he gripped her jaw with one hand. ”Open your eyes and watch.”

”Boring!”

”Boring?” Thomas Shannon laughed, his amusement cold and cruel. ”There’s more boring to come.”

His eyes darkened. ”Charlie River, bring him in!”

”Yes, Young Master!” Charlie River replied, then gave an order into his wireless earpiece.

The tightly closed gate opened. Two emotionless men in black entered, escorting a man with a flushed red face who was struggling and begging for mercy.

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