“Enjoy your wedding night. Lewis, be tender towards your wife."

Lewis was confused at first. But then he nodded understandingly and promised, "Yes, got it!"

On the other hand, Portia felt miserable, tears threatening to come out of her eyes. She had intended to live as a nominal couple with Lewis, without any sexual interaction. She believed that Lewis couldn't do anything to her if she continued refusing to sleep with him.

What she hadn't expected was that Carlos would mention this openly. On an impulse, she asked bluntly, “Why are you so cruel as to use every means to make me..." She couldn't finish her words; she was too ashamed to say those words in front of two men.

But Carlos understood. He flashed a sarcastic smile and said, "You should count yourself Lucky that Debbie and Kasie are safe and sound.

If anything had happened to either of them on that day, do you think you would've been able to stand in front of me like this today,

Portia?" He had a ton of ways to deal with a woman Like Portia. Thanks to Debbie, he had become much more benevolent than he was before. If not, he would have not spared Portia for what she had done.

Portia held her breath. Remembering how Carlos had wanted to let those bodyguards have their way with her yesterday, she got flustered and her face went pale. In an instant, she apologized in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry... I'LL fly to England and apologize to Debbie tomorrow."

Carlos shot her a glance.

“Do remember, this is your last chance. If you ever try to lay a finger on Debbie again, you know the consequences. Just as how easily I made you marry into the Hilton family, I could also make you leave in a very miserable way," he said, with an evil scowl on his face.

Portia dramatically shook her head and promised, “No, I will never do it again. I swear!"

Lewis couldn't stand the tension in the room anymore. He wanted to stay away from his cousin. So when Carlos didn't respond to Portia, Lewis took Portia's hand and dragged her towards the door while saying,

“Carlos, we're retiring to the guest room now. Goodbye!"

Portia struggled to break free from Lewis’ grip. But sensing Carlos’ cold gaze behind them, she gave up on the struggle and with tears in her eyes, she resignedly followed Lewis into the guest room.

Half an hour later, Portia felt Like vomiting. Lewis was a pervert. She couldn't stand his torture any longer. While he was off guard, she kicked him and pushed him off the bed as she rushed out of the guest room with her clothes in a mess.

However, just as she ran out the door, she bumped into Carlos, who had come downstairs.

He gave her a quick look and then stared into the guest room. Lewis bent over on the floor, groaning in pain. Shifting his gaze back to the terrified Portia, Carlos warned ruthlessly, "There will be four men waiting for you if you step outside."

Portia's face was drained of its color when she heard Carlos threatening words. She shook her head violently and returned to the guest room.

When the door was closed behind her, Lewis, who had recovered from the pain, grabbed her hand violently and slapped her across the face.

“You bitch! How dare you kick me! You are going to pay for that. I am gonna torture you to death tonight!" he yelled.

His hard slap made her head pound. Before she could come to herself,

Lewis took his chance and pressed her against the bed again.

“Look at yourself. You have the nerve to fantasize about being Carlos' woman.

You think you deserve him? How naive! I will fuck you now and your dream will die forever!" he cussed with contempt in his voice.

Soon enough, thunderous and painful screams were heard from the guest room. Carlos ignored it and went back to his bedroom.