With quick thinking, Sadie said, “I’m sorry, I’m just passing by.”
The man’s gaze narrowed suspiciously on her. When he noticed the suit jacket she wore, his expression momentarily stilled.
The jacket, dark and meticulously tailored, clearly spoke of wealth.
Her appearance in a man’s jacket suggested she wasn’t alone. And the quality of the jacket implied its owner was influential and not to be trifled with.
The man was here for fun, not for trouble.
Yet, the allure of Sadie’s beauty made it hard for him to dismiss her. Finally, he shoved down his frustration and gave the woman on the floor a kick, muttering, “What a killjoy!” He then forcefully shut the door.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sadie knelt to assist the weeping woman, gently asking, “Are you okay?”
Tears streaming, the woman said, “They’re just dreadful…”
As Sadie soothed her, she simultaneously gathered useful information.
“They… they made me do things…” The woman’s voice trembled, each word a broken shard of terror.
Sadie listened patiently, slowly reconstructing the chaos of events. Inside the private room, a man in his forties reigned supreme, a center of gravity around which every sycophant swirled. Drink-sellers were coerced by these sycophants into performing provocative acts, yet the man in the center didn’t seem interested.
“He didn’t even look at me…” The woman sobbed, her anguish deepening. “They told me I was worthless… then discarded me like refuse.”
In that moment, Sadie was convinced Roy was a man of principles. If she could avoid the sycophants surrounding him and speak to him directly, she’d face far less peril.
Exiting the Night Owl Bar, Sadie lingered at the entrance, her eyes scanning every departing silhouette, determined not to miss sight of Roy. The cool night wind whispered over her exposed skin, teasing stray hairs on her forehead. Even in the murk of night, Sadie’s beauty shone unmistakably-a silent magnet drawing attention from every corner.
A man with glossy hair and an ostentatious flair stepped forward and flirtatiously said, “My dear, would you care to join me for a drink inside? Just name your price.”
Sadie merely shook her head, her voice cool and unyielding. “I’m afraid I must decline-I’m awaiting someone.”
The man’s expression darkened as he snapped, “Why do you have to play hard to get?”
When he lunged forward, attempting to seize Sadie and pull her into the bar, her alarm surged. In a burst of defiance, she declared, “This is a public place; stop making a scene!”
A harsh laugh escaped the man as he sneered. “You parade your allure openly-why act so righteous? Attend to me, and your rewards shall be generous.”
Undeterred, he reached out once more, his eyes glinting with greed and desire. But Sadie fought back fiercely-a resounding slap crashing into his leering face.
The man staggered, his shock quickly turning to rage as he shouted, “Damn, you bitch-how dare you hit me?”
Enraged, he roughly grabbed Sadie’s neck, pinning her hard against a nearby car. A crushing wave of suffocation hit her; she struggled for breath as her vision began to blur.
Then, one of the man’s companions, looking terrified, warned him, “Mr. Natt, that suit she’s wearing looks custom-made. Only Noah Wall would have one like that. Could she… could she be with him?” Jorma Natt paused, his grip loosening ever so slightly.
Grasping the fleeting opportunity, Sadie managed to stammer, “I… I’m Noah’s wife… just let me go…”
Jorma snorted with disbelief, his eyes laced with sarcasm. “Wife? Since when did Noah ever get married? How come I didn’t know? Noah’s true love is back-and the only person he’s going to marry is Kyla. Who do you think you are, pretending to be his wife?”
With that, he yanked the suit jacket off Sadie and threw it aside with disdain. “You’re not talking your way out of this!” The jacket fell onto the dirty ground.
The faint trace of Noah’s cologne stood in stark contrast to the grimy air.
Sadie knew, deep within her, that there was no escape from this moment.
Jorma grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her toward the Night Owl Bar with ruthless force.
Despair haunted Sadie’s eyes. Her attempts to resist and her cries proved futile. The sounds of the bar seemed to filter through from another dimension.
In secrecy, Jorma’s companion snapped a photo of the suit on the ground and messaged Samuel, saying, “Is this Noah’s suit? A woman claiming to be his wife was just taken into the Night Owl Bar by Jorma.” Plans began to form in the man’s mind.
Whether or not this woman was connected to Noah, it presented an opportunity for him to demonstrate his loyalty and get closer.
Samuel quickly forwarded the message to Noah.
A heavy scent of perfume filled the dimly lit room. Sadie found herself harshly tied to a bed adorned with romantic motifs, her wrists and ankles bound so tightly that they caused her pain. Despite her struggles, she was immobilized.
“Do you prefer it rough or gentle?” Jorma sneered, retrieving several whips from a tool cabinet and approaching her.
Tears of anger welled in Sadie’s eyes as she glared back at him. “You’re a monster! Release me now!” she shouted.
If her glare could inflict harm, Jorma would have been in pieces.
Jorma’s smile only grew more sinister. “You’ve got spirit; that’s what I like to see,” he replied casually, pinning her down on the bed.
The silence was broken by the faint sound of fabric rustling.
“No!” Sadie’s shout was a mix of panic and despair.
Her instinct was to fight, to push back, but she felt utterly powerless. Jorma relished her vulnerability, delighting in it like a predator with its captured prey.
Bending over, he tried to plant a kiss on Sadie’s neck.
In that instant, Sadie found a sliver of opportunity. Gathering all her strength, she bit hard into Jorma’s ear.
“Ah!” Jorma howled in pain, his hands flying to his ear as blood spilled between his fingers. He touched his ear, only to discover a piece was missing.
Driven by searing pain, his rage escalated. “You bitch! You’re going to die today!” he yelled, grabbing a whip and striking Sadie brutally.
The lash struck Sadie, and a sharp cry escaped her as pain flared through her. With relentless force, the whip continued its assault, each strike etching a line of agony into her skin.
As the torture persisted, Sadie’s mind clouded with pain, reducing her responses to mere survival. Initially, she could still cry out, but her cries soon diminished to weak whimpers.
Overwhelmed by the continuous pain, Sadie gradually lost consciousness. A soft moan escaped her as her eyelids fluttered weakly.
Through the haze, a vague shape began to emerge in her blurred vision. A sense of being rescued flickered through her mind, anchoring her fading awareness. She silently vowed to forever be grateful to this savior.
As Sadie regained consciousness, the pungent scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils. She opened her eyes to find herself in a hospital room, the walls adorned with green and white stripes.
Noah was seated beside the bed, his forehead creased with weariness.
Was it him?
Her heart raced, hope flickering in her eyes.
Feeling her stare, Noah looked her way and gently said, “You’re awake.”
Oddly, his words enveloped Sadie with a comforting warmth. She gave a small nod, hesitating to voice her questions.
At that moment, Kyla entered, bearing a container of food, her expression warm. “Here’s some soup for you, Noah. You must be starving,” she said, passing the container to Noah with a familiarity that spoke of closeness.
As Kyla turned to Sadie, her voice held a comforting tone. “Don’t worry, Sadie. The police caught that man yesterday. What would you like to eat? I can bring it for you.”
Her words were soft, soothing like a gentle breeze, yet they caused Sadie’s spirits to plummet.
It was the police who had rescued her, not Noah.
The spark in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a growing bitterness.
How could Noah have been her rescuer?
While she had endured her ordeal, he was likely with Kyla.
“Thanks, but I don’t feel like eating,” Sadie murmured.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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