Chapter 2

Scarlett Hayes slapped me again.

“Whether we break up or not, Damon Thorne will always be mine. What are you even doing here?”

This slap was brutal, splitting my lip and making it bleed.

Just as Scarlett was about to land a third blow, Damon finally grabbed her wrist.

“What are you doing?!”

A cold voice came from behind me.

Before I could turn around, I was yanked away with such force that I stumbled and fell to the ground.

My knees slammed against the marble, and I gasped in pain.

Damon Thorne shielded Scarlett fiercely behind him, his black suit making him look even more imposing, but the icy coldness in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

Scarlett’s tears instantly welled up.

“Damon, I found out about you and Luna. My best friend and my ex-boyfriend… I was just so angry and asked her a few questions, and she was going to hit me.”

“I didn’t! It was…”

“Enough.” Damon cut me off sharply. His gaze softened instantly as he turned to Scarlett, a hint of panic in his voice. “Scarlett, she and I were just an accident. It was just an outlet because I missed you so much. The moment you came back, I chose you. Doesn’t that prove who I truly love?”

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

So, in his eyes, I wasn't even a substitute. Just an outlet.

Scarlett looked up through her tears.

“Are you sure you don’t love her?”

“No.” Damon’s answer was quick and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

“Okay, then prove it to me.”

Scarlett pointed at me.

“Have the bodyguards strip her clothes.”

My blood ran cold.

I immediately looked at Damon, but he was frowning, silent.

“I knew you couldn’t bear to!” Scarlett’s voice rose. “If that’s the case, I’m leaving. I’ll make way for you two!”

The words had barely left her lips when Damon grabbed me, then issued an order to the bodyguards by the door.

“Do it!”

Two men in black stepped forward.

I struggled desperately, but I was no match for their strength.

“No… please, no…”

The sound of fabric tearing was painfully loud in the villa. Soon, my shirt buttons popped open, my skirt was ripped, and my bra strap snapped.