The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 919

Dorian felt like he was pinned to the mattress. Staring into Felicia's dead-serious eyes, his dread only deepened. She meant every word, and it was horrifyingly clear she was never going to let him go. His voice broke as he begged.

"Felicia, please, just let me go. I can't do this anymore. I'm in my twenties. If my family finds out I'm doing this, they'll disown me entirely."

Dorian pleaded desperately, but Felicia completely ignored him.

"Family? What family? Sully told me everyone you cared about is dead. You have one grandmother left, right? And your dad married some other woman and started a new life. You're basically an orphan.

"Dorian, when you're with me, do you ever go hungry? Do you ever lack for anything? I keep you safe, I keep your pockets full, and people respect you. When you drop my name in Greenvale, who dares to touch you?

"You're so obsessed with that Everhart girl, but do you honestly think she'd ever take you seriously? Look at yourself. Only with me can you actually live like a king. Don't force me to do this the hard way. This is the second time I've swallowed my pride to beg you. Be smart and come back to me."

Since clawing her way to the top of the food chain, Felicia had answered to no one. She had never debased herself like this for anyone, not even her own husband. In her marriage, she held the absolute upper hand.

But the harder she pushed, the further Dorian pulled away. He violently recoiled, refusing to let her touch him again.

Seeing the unyielding disgust in his eyes, Felicia's remaining patience snapped into pure, toxic fury.

"You ungrateful little bastard! I've kept you clothed and fed for years. Do you have any idea how much money I've dumped into you?

"You begged me to help you keep up appearances every single year. Let me make one thing crystal clear—don't think for a second that paying off three million and hiding behind the Everharts means you're off the hook.

"If you really want to leave, fine. But you're going to pay back every single cent I've spent on you over the years."

If Sully's three-million-dollar demand was a death sentence, Felicia's ultimatum was an outright execution. She wasn't exaggerating; she had easily spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on him annually.

When Dorian first entered her world, he was young, arrogant, and drunk on her limitless credit cards. To ensure he looked like a boss in front of his friends, Felicia had spared no expense.

Whenever he took his crew out to the clubs, the tabs routinely hit tens of thousands of dollars a night.

Even without factoring in his basic living expenses, the cash he had burned on pure entertainment was a number Dorian could never repay in ten lifetimes.

She wanted it all back, and he didn't have a dime to his name. Even if Leonie adored him, she wasn't going to bankrupt herself just to bail him out.

Felicia watched the color drain completely from his face and let out a vicious sneer. "Think very carefully about your next answer. Pride requires capital.

"With your pathetic background, you actually thought you could reject me? If you're so tough, go find a woman richer than me. Tell her to pay off your debts first.

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