Chapter 4

When David saw the vacant look in my eyes, how I was swaying, as if I’d hit my head against the wall, he finally panicked and scooped me onto the bed.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell…?"

"David, you've put me through hell long enough. Let's just set each other free!"

Rage surged through me.

I hurled the divorce papers from the nightstand straight at his face.

He stared at the signature line, then scoffed, a cold sneer on his lips.

"You're in such a hurry to divorce me. Do you have another man waiting outside?"

I bit my lip, refusing to answer.

He didn't press.

Tears streamed down my face.

Thankfully, after tomorrow, I would finally be free.

The next day, David sent me a message.

"If you want me to sign, come to the Hilton Hotel, Suite 708. I've had a servant prepare an outfit for you."

It was a stunning, figure-hugging designer dress, accentuating my curves perfectly.

I pushed open the suite door, and a crowd of people stared at me, their chatter dying down.

Chloe's smile was particularly dazzling and sharp.

"Sarah, Mr. Davies wanted to see someone dance, but I twisted my ankle. I'm so sorry, but it seems you're our only hope."

The man's gaze fell on me, devouring me like a predator.

This was David's intention all along: for me to dance for Mr. Davies.

"Sarah, you want a divorce, don't you? I'll grant it. Just dance until he's satisfied, and I'll sign the papers, just as you wish."

He whispered each word distinctly into my ear.

Then, he shoved me towards Mr. Davies.

Mr. Davies wrapped an arm around my waist, his eyes glazed over.

"Everyone says Miss Sarah is a great beauty, and I've finally witnessed it today. Don't worry, I promised Mr. King that I'll only touch you at most. I won't actually do anything to you. If you dance to my satisfaction tonight, I'll agree to take on the King Group's contracts for the second half of the year."

I looked at David in utter disbelief.

Everyone in the industry knew Mr. Davies was a notorious creep, known for his inappropriate behavior with women.

The last woman sent to him, supposedly, ended up in the hospital with severe injuries.

I struggled free from Mr. Davies's embrace, but before I could run a few steps, David seized me.

"Sarah, stop being so dramatic, okay? It's just a touch, it's not like it'll kill you or leave a mark. This is your leverage for the divorce."

So this was the price of my freedom!

The moment the suite door clicked shut, utter despair consumed me.

The heavy, sweet scent of an aphrodisiac filled the room, making me feel hot and restless.

A hand snaked around my waist from behind.

I grabbed a wine bottle from the table, intending to smash it over his head, but he swiftly caught my hand, twisting it back.

The bottle shattered against my forehead, and I fell to the floor, a button ripped from my collar.

The desperate thought of biting off my tongue to end it all flashed through my mind, but then my parents and sister's faces appeared before my eyes.

"Sweetie, it's our fault for not being there as you grew up."

"Sister, just live. Live well."

Like a beacon in the darkness, I opened my mouth and bit down hard on Mr. Davies's finger.

He groaned in pain.

I seized the chance, yanked open the suite door, and bolted out.

As I dashed down the corridor, I passed another suite, its door slightly ajar.

David had Chloe pinned against the wall, kissing her wildly.

"David, darling, shouldn't we go check on Sarah? I'm worried about her…"

"What's there to worry about? I already told Mr. Davies he wouldn't dare touch her. Besides, I wanted to use this opportunity to punish her. She's been too defiant lately."

I was about to push open the door and confront them when Mr. Davies's bodyguards found me. They dragged me back inside.

My heart turned to ash. Consumed by utter despair, I just threw myself against the wall.

Before losing consciousness, I thought I saw my parents and sister smiling at me again.

Mom, Dad, Sister, it seems I might break my promise.

Your little Sarah is coming to find you.

An hour later, David opened the door to Suite 708.

He expected to find me there, apologizing.

His footsteps suddenly froze.

I was nowhere to be seen.

Only shards of broken glass littered the floor, and bloodstains.

The cleaning staff were whispering.

"That girl earlier, she had it awful. Almost lost her innocence. She wouldn't take the humiliation; she took her own life by smashing her head against the wall…"

David refused to believe I was dead. He drove to Mr. Davies's private estate.

Mr. Davies had bandages on his forehead, and a private doctor was tending to his wounds.

Seeing David, Mr. Davies looked visibly shaken.

"I didn't even do anything! She just ran into the wall herself. You can't blame her death on me."

David's face darkened terrifyingly.

"Repeat what you just said!"