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Evan's breath was damp against my ear, teasingly blowing air.
This wasn't the time for pride.
I prayed Nathan would, for old times'sake, save me, while shouting," Nath—"
Before I could finish, my mouth was clamped shut.
"No one's saving you."
Evan's sinister chuckle echoed in my ear.
His hands were ice-cold.
I scanned the room. Most were lost in their own fun; only a few glanced our way.
Evan, emboldened, went further.
He released my mouth, grabbed my throat, and kissed me.
At the same time, the woman Nathan pinned let out a delighted moan.
"Nathan, don't…ugh…wet…"
Disgusting!
I bit down hard on Evan's slimy tongue.
As he recoiled in pain, I shoved him off and bolted, stumbling toward the door.
Oddly, no one stopped me.
Some even cheered.
"Little maid, go for it!"
I knew no one was helping—this was just another sick thrill.
I sped up, telling myself to escape.
One step from the door, I exhaled in relief.
But the door slammed shut.
Nathan's icy voice rang out."Evan,you're pathetic. Can't even keep a woman in check."
A chill froze me. My limbs felt electrocuted.
Gathering my courage, I turned to curse him.
But my body went limp, and I collapsed.
Before blacking out, Evan's face loomed close.
He grinned wickedly,whispering," Sweetie, how's the shock feel?"
My mind flashed back to the day we met.
It was pouring rain.
I'd hit him with my bike at a corner, staining his white shirt.
Guilty, I offered to pay.
He clung to my bike, claiming he was homeless.
Maybe his eyes were too pure, or I recalled my own helpless days in the orphanage.
For a stranger I'd just met, I nodded and brought him home.
He was good—never took advantage.
He worked three jobs, insisting on paying rent.
He cooked, cleaned, kept the house spotless.
We fell in love naturally.
He said he'd marry me, save $300,000 for a dowry.
When shy,he'd hold me close, hiding his face.
It must've been exhausting, pretending.
A man who could casually gift a diamond crown, acting broke in front of me.
Laughable.
Pain woke me.
A woman's sobbing voice broke through.
"Nathan, what's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"
"Stay with me, please…I'm scared."
My vision cleared. The woman chased Nathan, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
"Nathan, thank you for the crown.I'll only be your princess...I want to go home with you."
Her hands clung like vines.
But Nathan, shedding his earlier lust, yanked her off without mercy, throwing her to the floor.
"You? Worthy of coming home with me?"
His mood swung like a pendulum.
Of course. That morning,he'd made me porridge, simmered soup, kissed my forehead gently.
"Sissy, I'm off to hustle for our wedding."
Hours later, he was here, indulging in debauchery.
I trembled with rage, but my hands and feet were bound, a cloth gagged my mouth.
Evan's hand slipped under my clothes.
"Sweetie, guess those lovebirds will get wet tonight?"
His voice was perverse.
Shaking, I kicked a wine bottle on the floor.
I prayed Nathan would see me, recognize me.
