The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 406

You could clinch the ultimate victory by being more ferocious and terrifying than your enemy.

Jackson's objective was brutally simple. He was biding his time for Hector to emerge as the last man standing, to become his unflinching weapon of death.

The sea breeze howled incessantly, from dawn until dusk, as the sounds of a fierce struggle within the container gradually subsided. After a while, the container doors creaked open, and Hector stumbled out, limping.

At that moment, he was drenched in blood, like a war deity stepping straight out of hell, radiating a lethal aura of death and cruelty. He walked over the corpses of four men. His body was smeared with blood, resembling a demon that emerged from the inferno, and his eyes were void of any warmth, chilling to the bone.

Jackson watched the blood-soaked Hector and smiled slightly. "Good, it seems my judgment was not mistaken."

All the while, Helen had stood by Jackson's side, confident that Hector would claim the ultimate victory. And just as she had predicted, the one who walked out alive was indeed her very own find, John!

Helen squealed and flung herself at Hector. "Ha, I knew you were the best! You're incredible!"

As she spoke, Helen burrowed into Hector's arms, utterly indifferent to the blood that covered him.

With an expressionless face, Hector looked coldly at Jackson and asked in a raspy voice, "Are you satisfied with what you've seen?"

Jackson nodded. "You haven't disappointed me. The resources weren't wasted."

With that, Jackson turned and left without a backward glance.

Meanwhile, Helen, drawn to the scent of blood on Hector, sniffed it obsessively, thrilled by the aroma that excited her immensely. She grabbed Hector's hand. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. My God, I can't wait to savor your raw power!"

Hector didn't argue with Helen's words, allowing her to lead him towards the beach.

The ocean was vast and unforgiving. Helen, carrying clothes for Hector to change into, ripped off his bloodied garments in a frenzy and pulled his hand onto her ample curves, "Kiss me, love me, now!"

Hector's eyes, devoid of emotion, stared at the inexplicably excited Helen and complied with her command, pressing his lips to hers. He didn't understand why he was doing this, only that he felt compelled to follow the sound of her voice.

The two embraced in the sea. Hector's blood washed away with the tide. Helen, frantic with desire, reached for Hector's lower body, and her voice sounded sultry and enthralling. "John, give it to me now!"

However, her face darkened the next second as her hand found only a flaccid softness, utterly unable to become firm. Frustration surged within Helen, and her face turned purple with unvented lust.