Chapter 8
I used to think Dylan actually cared about Rachel.
But I didn’t realize how heartless he really was.
When he couldn’t locate Rachel’s brother or get the money he was after, he stormed into the casino with his men and dragged Rachel along.
He said, “Tell your brother to pay up, or I’ll start cutting off your fingers.”
Under the cold lights, Rachel shook with terror.
She fell to her knees in front of Dylan, crying hard.
“My brother doesn’t have any money left. He lost it all here…
“Dylan, please, I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just scared they’d hurt my brother…
“I had your child, please spare him. I’ll do whatever you want…”
But Dylan was ruthless. He cut off her little finger without hesitation.
Her scream echoed through the room.
Dylan’s voice was icy. “You think you can fool me? The casino didn’t take all that money. Your brother stole it.
“Lie to me one more time, and next time it’ll be worse than just a finger.”
Rachel was so terrified that she passed out.
Dylan had someone bring water to splash on her face.
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Chapter B
She woke up trembling, still on her knees, begging over and over for forgiveness.
“Dylan, please, I was wrong! My brother really lost all his money at the casino. Just let him go. I swear you’ll never see me again!”
Dylan motioned with his hand, and a few tough–looking guys stepped. forward, dragging Rachel into a locked room.
He gave her a hard kick while she lay on the floor, his expression cold and harsh.
He said, “You already know what comes next. If you stay quiet, I’ll make sure you feel everything for real.”
Rachel pressed her lips together, her tears silently dripping to the floor.
“Dylan, I just had a baby not long ago, my body’s still weak. Please don’t treat me like this.”
But Dylan didn’t hear what he wanted. So he gave the order, and one of the men stepped forward, undoing his belt.
Her screams rang out again and again through the room.
Time passed, and the air grew thick with the stench of blood.
Eventually, Dylan returned and stared at her broken figure lying there.
“Still refusing to talk?” he asked coldly.
With barely enough strength, Rachel whispered, “My brother… really doesn’t have any money.”
Seeing he was getting nowhere, Dylan brought in the child.
Rachel’s whole body shook when she saw someone’s hand wrapped
around the child’s neck.
She gasped, “That’s your child. How could you… how dare you…”
“Take a moment to think carefully, Rachel,” Dylan said.
Her face was soaked with tears, her body trembling as sobs escaped her lips.
At last, she broke down and gave up the truth about her brother.
“He went to Southeast Asia,” she admitted.
Then, with shaking hands, she gave her brother’s contact to him.
She truly believed her brother had no money left and had run off to Southeast Asia. She wanted to protect him.
But when Dylan tracked him down, he was partying with a bunch of drag queens, playing around like nothing was wrong.
He had several thick gold necklaces on, easily worth millions.
Dylan and his men caught him and brought him back to the United States, though they could only get back a third of the lost money.
Dylan definitely doesn’t want the Gabbard Group to fall apart.
So now he’s come to see me, trying to win my heart back.
During the five years we dated, he barely ever gave me flowers.
This time, he had the entire entrance to the Lesnars‘ residence covered in
roses.
He also brought my favorite desserts and came with the apology card I once gave him, asking if we could make up.
“Kaylee, I bought us movie tickets. Will you go with me?” he asked.
I stared at him, begging like that, and couldn’t help thinking how laughable it was.
“Dylan, it’s not that you don’t know how to love others, you just don’t love
- me.
“Leave. Your sudden change of heart is worth less than a stray dog to
me.”
Seeing I remained unmoved, he dropped to his knees and started pouring out his regrets.
“Kaylee, I was wrong. Please give me one more chance. I promise I’ll fix everything,” he pleaded.
I didn’t say a word. I just tossed the flower I was holding straight at his face.
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I said coldly, “Get out.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
