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I once saved a man covered in blood. In order to marrying him, I even turned down a marriage into
old money.
But on our wedding day, I never expected that he actually exposed my family’s Company
Confidential to the world.
As a result, my father was driven to suicide by creditors, and my mother suffered a mental
breakdown and went missing.
And I? I fell from high society princess to being dragged into a nightclub by creditors, becoming the
bottom–shelf bar girl.
They injected me with drugs, forced me to kneel and bark like a dog, shocking me with cattle prods when I disobeyed–torturing me until my mind fractured and my memories scrambled.
When I hit rock bottom, Jake appeared.
He spent every penny he had to buy my freedom, hiding me away in a tiny rented apartment.
To help pay off my debts, every day, he worked the early morning shift at a warehouse, scrubbed restaurant floors during the afternoon, and unloaded cargo at the docks late at night.
I thought God was finally compensating me for my suffering.
Until I was seven months pregnant, and my lost memories suddenly began flooding back.
Only to discover that the man who destroyed me–was exactly Jake…
To confirm my memories weren’t mere delusions, I followed Jake to this hotel. After standing until my legs grew numb, I finally spotted him.
I froze in place.
There he was–wearing an impeccably tailored designer suit, surrounded by admirers, his every gesture radiating the confidence of someone accustomed to power.
I stared intently, wondering if my mind was deceiving me.
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But his face was undeniable. That was Jake.
How could this be?
The server had mentioned that tonight’s reception was exclusively for the business elite. Yet Jake,
who I believed struggled financially, moved among them with natural ease.
Then I saw a portly middle–aged man approach Jake with champagne. A chill ran through me.
That face–etched permanently in my memory.
In that nightclub, he had gripped my jaw forcefully, pouring liquor down my throat. As the alcohol trickled onto my chest, he’d leered: “Well, well… Miss Maxwell. That porcelain skin you’re so proud
of… wonder how many guys have taken it for a test drive by now?”
The memories resurfaced with ruthless clarity.
Their cruel laughter echoed in my consciousness:
“Look who we have here! The former heiress, now worth less than a common streetwalker!”
“I heard your father’s skull cracked open when he jumped. Is that true?”
He turned to his companion with a smirk: “The Maxwell princess’s tongue–I wonder how many men’s shoes she’s licked clean by now?”
Clammy hands roamed over my body. When I resisted, his palm struck my face: “You filthy whore. Still think you’re daddy’s little princess?”
The worst came after they injected me with drugs. They sat around sipping expensive wine, watching my body convulse in agony.
Those distorted grins, the acrid smell of alcohol, the viscous sensation of unwanted touch on my
skin–each detail etched into my very marrow.
Recalling this, my throat constricted as though in a vise, making each breath a struggle.
Suppressing the rising tide of fear, I adjusted my mask and concealed myself behind a cluster of waitstaff. The crowded venue worked to my advantage; Jake remained unaware of my presence.
Determined to uncover the truth, I lowered myself to the floor and crawled behind a sofa to eavesdrop on their conversation.
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The portly man was currently bowing with exaggerated deference.
“Mr. Landry, it’s rare to see you at functions like this.”
Jake swirled his drink with evident disinterest, his expression detached. “Been busy.”
The man’s face folded into a repulsive smile.
“If you ask me, Landry Enterprises played it brilliantly. Back then, we were begging Maxwell Industries for partnerships while old Maxwell looked down his nose at everyone. Now look–bankrupt and splattered on the pavement. Talk about karma being a bitch!”
Jake didn’t even bother to raise his eyes, merely responding with a disinterested “Hmm.”
“The Maxwells? Nothing but a punchline now.”
The man suddenly lowered his voice, his face contorting into a lewd expression.
“Word is, his daughter got sold to a nightclub. Going for bargain rates, too. I’ve personally made several visits to… ‘support the business thing.”
He concluded with a self–satisfied laugh, revealing yellowed teeth.
‘Care to sample the goods yourself, Mr. Landry?”
Jake’s gaze remained distant. His thin lips barely moved as he uttered a single word:
‘Filthy.”
The man hesitated momentarily before eagerly agreeing: “God, yes! Total gutter trash. Not your league at all, sir.”
In that moment, my world imploded.
Just this morning, Jake had tenderly kissed my pregnant belly, promising to bring home the strawberry cake I craved.
Now here he was–coldly listening while others degraded me without a flicker of objection.
I felt a sudden, sharp pain as if a blade had sliced through my heart, leaving it bleeding.
The repulsive man continued: “The little bitch tried fighting back at first. After a few sessions with
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the taser, though, she rolled over like a whipped puppy.”
Jake suddenly let out a small chuckle, but his eyes stayed dead cold.
