Chapter 8
Jessie’s face twisted in fear. Tears rolled down as she struggled, yet she could not make a sound. All she could do was stare at
Grant in despair.
She could not understand why the man who was so kind to her moments ago would do something so cruel.
Then, Jeremy stepped through the doorway. His expression was icy, like he was looking at something foul. He ordered his men to
set up a camera.
When he walked in, Jessie tried to struggle and beg for his help, but when she looked into his cold gaze, that hope shattered.
She did not understand. Were these not the e two men who loved her most?
Why were they doing this to her?
She fought to break free, but she was too weak. Every time she nearly slipped out of someone’s grip, another hand pulled her
She did not know how long it lasted. When the men satisfied their desires and finally left, Jessie lay on the ground in despair and
tears.
Grant sneered and towered over her with a look of pure contempt
“Every bit of pain Ashlyn suffered, you’re going to feel it a hundred, a thousand times over. You schemed, twisted the truth, and
made us turn against her. You witch, you never thought this would happen to you, did you?”
