Chapter 4

Anya POV

"It hurts so much!"

Serena, having rolled twice, was bleeding from her head and looked utterly pathetic.

She trembled in Ethan's arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Ethan, I just want a normal life. Please, I beg you."

"Please make Anya Reed clear my name, please don't let her hurt me anymore."

Her tears poured down, making her seem tragic and pitiable.

I stood above them, looking down coldly.

In that moment, Ethan's internal balance completely tilted.

He picked her up, holding her steadily in his arms.

He stared at me with icy eyes.

"Anya Reed, you and I are not done with this."

After saying that, he turned and left.

But behind his back, where he couldn't see, Serena flashed a triumphant smile at me.

She mouthed a single sentence. "You lost."

Watching his ruthless retreating figure, my heart ached as if it had been ripped out.

After a long moment, I collapsed, feeling weak all over.

A searing pain shot through my abdomen.

I knew I had indeed lost.

Ethan would completely sever ties with me, no longer caring about my status.

The last time he did something like this, a large company went bankrupt, and its executives knelt at his feet begging for mercy.

And that time, it was just because that executive had tried to touch my waist.

It wasn't until dusk that I stumbled to my feet and called my father, Richard Reed.

After a long wait, the call connected.

"Ethan is going to target our family business..."

Richard immediately cut off my words.

"Why would he do that? Did you go and annoy him again?!"

"It's normal for a successful man to have other women, especially him. Can't you be more understanding?"

"You go and apologize to him right now, beg him! Otherwise, I'll kick you out of the house and won't give you a single penny!"

After saying that, Richard hung up fiercely.

I put away my phone, standing in the cold wind, shivering slightly.

"So cold."

There was a time when I thought Ethan, after seemingly changing, would give me a home.

But it was just an illusion.

My heart would never beat for him again.

I walked out of the school, step by step.

My vision went black.

Someone knocked me out from behind.

When I woke up again, my eyes were blindfolded. I smelled the damp, foul odor of an abandoned warehouse.

"Was that kick earlier really satisfying?"

Serena walked up and slapped me several times.

"Strip her clothes off, take a few photos, and let everyone enjoy the show."

"Oh, and I want something extra spicy."

"Also, don't do anything else!"

After saying that, Serena waved to a few tattooed thugs behind her.

The men grinned and walked closer.

Thinking about what fate awaited me, I managed to croak out a trembling warning.

"Get lost!"

"I'm the Reed heiress; you'll be dead if you touch me!"

"Get lost, no, I'll give you money, whatever you want!"

"Let me go!"

"Hehehe, we love playing with rich heiresses like you!"

Amidst the men's jeering and their foul stench.

I went from crying for help, struggling, to despair and numbness.

I never imagined I would fall to such a state.

I thought about my past days, always high and mighty.

Before, I would never have thought that my pride and confidence would be brutally crushed in this small, abandoned warehouse!

The men brutally ripped off my clothes.

They pinched and squeezed my pale body, posing me in various ways.

Taking one humiliating photo after another.

One of the men couldn't help but swallow, muttering,

"Why don't we just go for it? Buddy, I can't hold back!"

"No! If this woman reports us, our crime will be too severe. Photos are enough!"

But their hands moved all over me, back and forth, and their desires flared.

Soon, I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.