I stretched desperately for my ring, just barely out of reach.
Damon grabbed the trash can and slammed it into me.
Pain shot through my back and radiated everywhere. I couldn’t help curling into a ball.
“Scarlett! You’ve really lost your MIND! Lying to me is one thing, but claiming you’re married to my DAD?! You’re completely
insane!”
With that, he yanked my hair, pulling my face close to his, his cold chain hitting my cheek.
The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp.
But the cool metal confirmed it–this watch was definitely the same model as my husband’s!
“This is embarrassing as HELL! My ex claiming she’s my mom–I’m humiliated just saying it! And you have the nerve to say it like you’re proud!”
Ivy smirked, her eyes lighting up with malicious glee as she grabbed my ring and wiped the filth off on my clothes.
“Damon, don’t get upset. Scarlett’s probably just lost it–she’s been searching for you overseas for six years. Living like some monk, going crazy from isolation. She’s clearly sick.”
Damon snorted.
“Staying pure for me is the LEAST she could do.”
Ivy pulled Damon away from me, and my head slammed hard into the floor. Broken glass from the trash cut small wounds on my forehead.
The allergic reaction was making me hot and cold, and everything was getting blurry.
“We could shove this ring inside her, punish her for being so stubborn. If she keeps acting crazy and word gets back to Griffin Grayson… nobody wants that kind of trouble. Could drag you down with her.”
Everyone shuddered–Griffin Grayson wasn’t someone you messed with.
Damon kept nodding, looking me up and down like prey.
“Good point. I’ve never seen a chick this uptight anyway. Chased me for years but still talking about ‘waiting for marriage‘–what kind of old–fashioned prude!”
They all rushed me, trying to rip my clothes off. My jacket and shoes came off fast.
I fought back hard, but they beat and kicked me.
Someone punched my nose. I felt something warm and wet drip from my nostrils to my lips–blood.
“Hold still! What’s the big deal? Half the girls here have slept with Damon. Why are you the only one playing virgin saint?”
Just as they were about to tear off my bra, I exploded with strength I didn’t know I had and broke free!
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Chapter 3
“GET OFF ME!!”
But a second later, they hit me with a taser. I foamed at the mouth and convulsed on the floor.
Damon said mockingly, “Really? All that drama?”
Ivy laughed. “Maybe she’s embarrassed about how ugly she is down there.”
Everyone cracked up, staring at me like lions who’d finished hunting and were ready to feast.
Damon patted my face with fake regret.
“Since you’re being so difficult, just eat the ring. Otherwise, I might get mad enough to leave you here as a hooker. Servicing gross old men is way worse than servicing me–and some of them are real freaks.”
I shook my head weakly, unable to make a sound.
Another vicious slap left half my face numb, just burning pain and tingling.
“Don’t push me! Scarlett! This is me being NICE! Who the hell do you think you are?! You’re just my DOG! A dog I call when I want and kick when I don’t!”
I croaked, “Griffin Grayson really is my husband. If you do this to me, he won’t let you get away with it…”
Hearing this, the room filled with mocking laughter again, like they thought I was completely delusional.
Suddenly, Damon’s phone rang.
“Dad?”
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