Chapter Three
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Eleanor's POV
"Here is your order, ma'am," the waitress served us the drinks.
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"Go, girly," Mia hyped me as I took another shot. It wasn't just ordinary alcohol; I felt like I lost control of my body. I tried resetting my brain to figure out what was wrong.
All I could see was Mia smiling. "Come over, she is ready," she said over the phone, looking into my eyes and chuckling.
"You must be very funny for thinking I would make it up to you, b***h," she smirked.
"I hate everything about you," she grinned, her teeth together.
"Oh, Mia, what have you done?" I gripped my head tight as I was seeing everything doubled.
"I drugged you, Eleanor," Mia sneered. "You're just too much. I hate you." Her laughter sent chills down my spine.
I tried to be in my right mind, but I couldn't control my body, and I shattered the alcohol into pieces by making it fall with my clumsiness.
"See how clumsy you are, huh?" she groaned in irritation.
"I need to do more." I was having poor vision, but I could see her removing an injection from the bag.
"Come here, b***h!" Mia growled, dragging me closer. I tried to struggle, but she pinned me down, injecting me with a cold, harsh motion. I groaned in pain, feeling helpless.
“I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me as I groaned in pain.”
With my blurry vision, a huge muscular man appeared, with masks on their faces.
"This is her, take her," Mia pointed at me as they both nodded. They carried my helpless body on their shoulders. I couldn't shout for help but just cry in tears because I was in my right mind.
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My back landed on a cozy bed, but at the same time, my head hurt.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"A place you needed to be," the huge
a muscular man said.
"We've got you where you need to be," he growled, gesturing to the others. "Get her ready for the show." My clothes were ripped off, and I was laying shameless on the bed.
"She looks hot, though. I would have touched you, but..." one didn't complete the statement when they walked out, slamming the door.
The door flung open, a young man, looking a bit crazy, his walking steps were that of a drunkard, he staggered in everything, his eyes widened as he saw me.
"Damn!" he smirked, pulling off his clothes as he climbed on.
I was in my right sense, I felt engrossed at the same time. A part of me wanted to set myself free, a part of me wanted to rule over my body.
My eyes were blurry, and my brain couldn't withstand anything again as I fell into a deep sleep.
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I woke up feeling pains all over my body. I woke up to a severe headache and could barely remember what happened last night. I cracked my head, but everything felt like a dream.
I looked around and found myself in my room, all dressed up. I could barely remember.
"Argh, I cracked my head," and remembered some blurry words and words I was hearing yesterday.
My phone notifications started popping. I went towards my i********: and saw I had again a lot of followers immediately, having 800 followers, now 47k followers. I wondered what was going on. I smirked.
I stood up, touching the back of my head, and headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
From the bathroom, I kept hearing my notifications popping in. I came out and dressed up, went downstairs with my phone.
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The house was decorated and well-polished.
"What's going on?" I asked my mom and dad, who seemed busy arranging the furniture.
"Don't question my authority, lady. A huge personality is coming to our house."
"Wait, what?" I asked, confused.
"Will you leave here, you old fool, and get something to do," Anabelle uttered. I felt betrayed by what was going on.
"Check your social media," Mia walked by me and scoffed.
"What's going on there?" I asked. When I leaned towards my ear, she pushed me aside and went towards the dining.
At this point, I was confused about what was happening, so I angrily went upstairs, took my phone, and checked the notifications popping in.
I covered my mouth in disbelief. A strange lady having an affair with the youngest billionaire. I closed my eyes and played the video. It was me, the exact clothes I was putting on. I started recollecting what happened, how I got drugged.
My eyes wide, I zoomed the video. I could see my birthmark. "That's me," I covered my mouth in shock.
I scrolled down to the comments. "Why does this look like your sister?"
"Why does this voice sound like you?"
"O
h, my god, you are lucky he is coming for you."
"The Winston family is a whore."
"They are trying to make Desmond lose his contract."
"What a shame." Lots of comments. I covered my mouth, I threw my phone, and angrily went towards Mia.
I slapped her. "How dare you betray me, huh?" I asked her.
"You drugged me, huh?" I pulled her hair.
"Dad, guess what she did?"
"Ouch, you are hurting me. Let go of me."
"Leave my daughter alone," mom came towards me and slapped me, grabbing her child away from me, who was training in pain.
"You just have to accept your fate, huh," Anabelle said, cuddling her child.
"Sorry, little princess," she rubbed her hair.
"Dad, will you just stand over there and watch her do this?" I faced him, holding my cheek.
"It is what it is, darling. I'm sorry," he said, facing what he was doing.
Ethan rushed in. "What's going on?" he asked, going towards Mia, hugging her leg.
"Did she hit you?" Ethan asked.
"Yes, she did."
He sneered. "You have to know your place, girl." I was shattered by what I heard was Ethan talking to me.
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