Chapter 4

Vivian's POV

Mrs. Lancaster beside him picked up her coffee cup and took a delicate sip.

"You want to leave?"

Damien suddenly laughed.

"Vivian, have you forgotten that the Lancaster family paid to raise you? Without the Lancaster family's money, you wouldn't exist."

"Since you want to settle accounts, let's do it by contract."

A faint smile curved Damien's lips, but his eyes were ice cold.

"After supporting you all this time, you should at least leave some breach-of-contract penalty before you go."

I didn't understand what he meant.

But I soon found out.

The next evening, the butler brought me a revealing outfit and told me to put it on.

Then I was sent to a club. He said Mr. Warren was waiting for me.

My heart instantly sank.

Mr. Warren was notorious in their circle-vile and crude. Many girls had ended up in the hospital because of him.

Before, with Damien protecting me, no one dared touch me.

Now, he was personally delivering me.

He was doing this on purpose.

When I pushed open the door, Damien had his arm around Serena.

He saw me enter but didn't even lift an eyelid.

Mr. Warren's eyes lit up when he saw me. His greasy gaze stuck to my exposed back.

"Is this the canary Damien kept? Truly a beauty."

Mr. Warren walked over with two full glasses of hard liquor, practically shoving them in my face.

"Since Damien is willing to part with you, we'd better drink properly tonight."

I instinctively looked at Damien.

He was lowering his head to light Serena's cigarette. The flame illuminated his cold profile as if everything happening here had nothing to do with him.

As if I was about to be devoured alive by this pig in the next second.

I gave up hope.

I took the harsh liquor and tilted my head back to down it.

My stomach burned painfully, but compared to the chill in my heart, it was nothing.

"Good! Bold!"

Mr. Warren's hand slid to my waist, his damp palm moving under the fabric, the implication clear.

"Vivian, you drank that fast. In a hurry, are we?"

Laughter erupted around us.

Someone egged him on. "Mr. Warren, you're getting handsy already? Aren't you afraid Damien will mind?"

Damien finally looked up.

He played with a metal lighter in his hand and glanced at me with a half-smile.

"Mind what? If she doesn't want to be part of the Lancaster family, she's just a call girl.

"As long as Mr. Warren's happy, do whatever you want with her."

That sentence was the final blow to my dignity.

Mr. Warren completely lost his reservations. His fat hand began forcefully pulling at my straps.

Riiip.

The sound of tearing fabric was especially harsh in the private room.

I struggled desperately, but Mr. Warren pinned me down on the sofa. His alcohol-soaked breath sprayed on my face, making me want to vomit.

"Playing innocent? Damien already gave the word. You really think you're still that high-and-mighty Miss Vivian?"

Despair swallowed me like a flood.

Just as that filthy hand was about to touch my chest, I grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it down hard.

Crash!

Blood splattered.

Mr. Warren screamed and rolled to the floor clutching his head.

The private room fell deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned. Only Damien sat there and laughed softly.

His laughter was chilling, making one's hair stand on end.

He stood up, kicked aside the still-wailing Mr. Warren, and walked over to me, stepping on the broken glass.

He gripped my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"Is this the freedom you wanted?"

"Without me, you don't even have the right to be someone's accessory."