Chapter 2. The Legend's Wrath
1158 Words
Twenty minutes ago.
“Hey, Kate! Won't you let us go in right now?” Mrs. Fedrick, a vicious, wicked and bad mother yelled at her daughter, in front of the Royal Hotel.
Kate just stood there, wiping away the tears on her face. She didn’t want to enter.
Mrs. Fedrick’s fingers dug into her daughter’s arm as she yanked her forward. “Move! Do not make shame of yourself any further. You will go in, and you will serve the young master well! Make sure you suck him well, let him use all of your holes!”
“Mom. This isn't the reason we are here,” Kate snapped, her voice low but sharp. “I’m married. I am here only to borrow money. You said you had pleaded with him to help me. That’s the reason we are here…for my daughter’s treatment. Nothing more.”
“Married?” Her mother whirled on her, her face twisted with fury. “You still call that wretch of a man a husband? That failure? He gave you nothing, abandoned you and ran away?! He’s long dead to the world!”
The daughter’s eyes burned. “Dead or alive, he’s still my husband. He will never abandon me. He will come back for me. And I still love—”
Smack!
The crack of the slap cut her short. Her head whipped to the side as her cheek turned red.
“Do not raise your voice to me!” Mrs. Fedrick hissed.
“What has that marriage given you? Hunger and poverty! And a sick child you cannot save. If you had listened to me years ago, you would be living in silk and gold! Instead you crawl back to me, begging. You should be grateful that young master Mason still loves you and wants to talk to you. So give yourself to him.”
“I came for help, not to sell myself!” she shot back, clutching her burning cheek. “If you refuse, maybe I should just go. But I will not trade my dignity. I will not betray my vows.”
Her mother’s face darkened further. “Dignity? Vows? Useless words from a useless girl! Look at you, thinner than a broomstick, dragging a dying child around. You have no worth again, no pride, no husband, no future. You think the world cares for your vows? I am your mother, and I will decide for you!”
Tears trembled in Kate’s eyes, but her voice cut like steel.
“You will agree,” her mother screamed, spittle flying. “This marriage—you will agree to it whether you like it or not! Because that’s the only way you and your duaghter can survive.”
Kate sniffled. She wanted to argue but knew how that would be useless. Since she was a girl her family already planned her marriage with someone she didn't love. She had fought her way to marry Alex, only for him to abandon her, leaving Kate to cater to their only daughter. That's what she believed.
Her daughter needed the surgery. She needed the money, and this was the only way she could get it. She turned and walked inside and made her way to Mason’s room. She checked the pepper spray already in her bag.
She arrived at the door, gave a sharp knock. Before she could draw breath, it swung open. Inside, lounging in the dim glow of the chandelier, sat Mason.
Mason was the only son of a ruthless tycoon, Mr. Ray, who built his empire on blood and bribes. His father had ruled the city’s underworld with an iron fist, buying politicians, silencing rivals, and turning luxury hotels into dens of corruption. Mason inherited not his father’s discipline but his cruelty. He was pampered since birth.
Flanked behind him were four broad-shouldered thugs.
He leaned back, lips curling into a mockery of a smile. “Well, well. Look at you. Even when you look malnourished, you are still pretty.”
Her knees buckled. She dropped before him, kneeling immediately. “Mason, please. My daughter…she’s sick. I just need help, money for surgery. Please, help me.”
Mason tapped his glass, eyes glinting. “Fine. I will pay. But Kate… you know how much I love—” He leaned forward, his smile widening. “…you will have to do something for it.”
Her voice cracked but steady, “I will borrow it. With interest, as high as you want. I will repay every coin no matter your interest. Don’t worry.”
His face darkened. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want your interest. I want you.”
Her heart stopped. She had known…deep inside…that something like this would come. “Please, okay… I have heard you… I will come back later. Let me just take the money and go and I will come back later.”
“Later?” Mason laughed, sharp and cruel. “Do you take me for a fool? I want you now.”
He flicked his wrist. One thug stepped forward, then another. Kate could see them and knew that Mason was trying to get his way no matter what.
“No!” she cried, scrambling back. Her hand darted for her bag, looking for the spray. But the thug roughly grabbed her.
Two seized her arms, another her legs. She crashed onto the cold floor, her body pinned as they held her down.
“Ahh. Noo. Please… leave me alone!”
Mason rose slowly, smirking. He walked to her and started smoothing her face with his hand. “I know it, I will have you one day. Let me f**k you, and your daughter will be saved.”
“No… please, ahh…” Kate cried.
Then, he slid his hand down to her breast. “You like it this way?”
Kate wouldn't let such creatures as Mason touch her. She bawled. “Please help… someone help me!”
Mason laughed out loud. “Ha! Shout all you want — no one is coming. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
Thud!
The door flung open. “Yes… Someone has come!” a voice shouted.
Everyone went still for a few long seconds before Kate gazed up, squinting at the face at the doorway. She thought she was dreaming.
The person standing there, the man who had just burst in, was none other than Alex.
“I must be about to die. Why am I seeing him?” she thought, half hallucinating.
Mason was shocked to see Alex. “Wait… isn’t that your motherfucker, broke, weak husband!”
Alex was growling hard. He had thought maybe his wife was cheating, but no — she was crying for help. The love of his life was being maltreated.
“I will kill you all!” he roared. That was what he used to say when he was about to m******e his enemy on the warfront.
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