Chapter 28
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Every memory of that night sent Jacob’s rage surging. He ached to rip Christina apart with his own hands. Having her at his mercy now, trussed up and powerless, meant he could finally unleash every grudge he’d nursed. He’d wring out the answer he wanted, forcing her to surrender her slot for King’s treatment, and then take his time making her pay in ways she’d never forget.
Only when his appetite for vengeance was satisfied, only when he’d bled every last scream from her, would he grant her the release of death.
Yet, Jacob couldn’t have imagined the truth: the object of his hatred, the so-called “worthless whore” he wanted gone, was King, whom the world’s richest and most powerful would sell their souls to please.
Wheelchair wheels rattled over concrete as Jacob was pushed inside. His eyes quickly found Christina, slumped and apparently pitiful in the shadowed corner, barely more than a battered stray.
Rage had knotted Jacob’s jaw, but seeing her reduced to such a state sent a cruel shiver of satisfaction down his spine.
“Where’d all that swagger go, huh? At the bar, she acted like she owned the place. Now she lies at my feet, a wreck gasping for air, nothing but a shadow of her former self.”
But this humiliation wasn’t enough. He needed to savor her suffering up close, to carve the lesson into her bones.
“So you’re the sharpshooter everyone talks about?” Jacob’s voice dripped with mockery.
Christina, ever the actress, trembled from head to toe, her reply ragged and frail. “Y-yes… W-what do you want from me?”
“You really don’t remember?” Jacob’s bloodshot glare bored into her. “After what you did to me at that bar?” His teeth ground together, fury on the verge of shattering him.
A feigned look of bewilderment crossed Christina’s face. “Th-the bar?”
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Jacob practically came out of his seat, fists shaking. “You bitch! All that arrogance, all that attitude—don’t act like you’ve forgotten what you did! You wrecked me and now you play dumb?”
Her eyes widened as if a memory clicked into place. “O-oh, it’s you…”
His laughter sliced through the air, bitter and sharp. “So, it finally comes back to you. Here’s the deal—only King can heal me. Give up your treatment slot, and I might let you leave in one piece. This is your only shot.”
A flood of tears welled in Christina’s eyes, her voice trembling as if she were truly terrified. “That slot means everything to me. I… I can’t hand it over.”
A growl ripped from Jacob’s throat. “Like hell you can’t! You owe me for what you did. You’ll pay one way or another!”
Christina held his gaze for a beat, appearing to cower before him, then softly replied, “It’s too late. I already sold the slot.”
“What?” Jacob’s face contorted with rage. The urge to leap out of his wheelchair nearly overpowered him, but the agony in his body sent him crumpling back, breath ragged.
Hatred radiated from his glare, his voice a venomous hiss. “You had the nerve to sell it, you wretched slut? Who got it? Tell me!”
Christina’s answer came out barely above a whisper: “T-that’s confidential… I can’t say.”
Jacob barely held himself back from lashing out—his whole body quaked with barely contained violence. After simmering in rage, he pulled on a mask of false gentleness, his tone dripping with deceit. “You know, you could always call off that deal. Give the slot to me instead. I’ll let you walk out of here—maybe even with a pile of cash. But if you turn me down…”
His words hung for a moment before he leaned in, his voice dropping to a menacing hiss. “You won’t live to see another sunrise.”
No one could mistake his meaning. Far from trembling, Christina found a kind of dark amusement in watching him spiral out of control.
“I’m not backing out of the deal. I keep my promises,” she answered, voice steady as stone.
With that, Jacob’s thin veneer of calm shattered. “One last time—are you sure you want to do this?”
Christina’s chin rose, exposing the delicate line of her neck—defiance blazing in her eyes. “I am.”
A twisted smile pulled at Jacob’s lips, his fists balled tight with fury. “Fine. Have it your way.”
Without a hint of mercy, he turned on his men. “Get her clothes off. Now.”
“Yes!” His goons leered and began to close in on Christina in the corner.
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