Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1668

Juan arrived at a villa on Seamar City's outskirts. It was where Drake was locked up.

It was pitch black in the room, with only a bed. The windows were nailed shut.

The moment Drake handed over the stone, he'd guessed his fate. The Illuminati had rules for traitors: the blessing ritual.

But that "blessing" was just injecting their latest drug into turncoats. They would be used as free guinea pigs. Death was the best outcome. Surviving meant real torture.

It didn't hurt. Rather, it felt like heaven. That was why they called it a blessing.

"When did they shoot you up with that stuff?" Juan asked.

Drake leaned back on the bed, nonchalant. "I gave them the stone. It doesn't matter to you. Just give me the drug."

By night, he was a mess.

The stuff could ease the pain for an hour. Then hell would kick in. Once the cravings hit, it felt like ants gnawing his bones.

"You're kidding. You know this is refined. No willpower's breaking that. You're insane," Juan said.

Drake shrugged, shooting up. "I'm not scared of dying. As long as the people I care about make it, I don't give a damn."

"The people you care about? You don't know Kale's dead?" Juan said.

Drake froze mid-injection. Juan continued, "He went with Debra to save you. Lara ambushed them and had him gunned down. Debra took a bullet to the chest. If Marion hadn't shown up, she'd have been gone too. She is always cautious, never rushing in blindly. But for you, she threw caution out the window and faked a contract to trick Michael. That pissed off the Illuminati's leader. Now she's meeting with him for you. They're busting their asses, and you're just giving up?"