Sinner In My Bed

Chapter 1 Desperate Situation

The dimly lit room of the casino was oppressive.

Lena leaned against the wall, her eyes filled with deep despair as men closed in around her.

She couldn't believe that her own brother had sold her to the casino. Even if he had no regard for family ties, he should have at least considered her husband's fury. Or had her husband's disdain for her become so well-known?

Escape routes were blocked. Even though Lena knew a few self-defense moves, they were useless against four professional thugs.

"Stop struggling. You can't escape. Cooperate, and you won't get hurt." Hansen sneered.

He was the casino manager and leader of this group. His muscular build and tough demeanor made him an intimidating figure.

Lena clenched her fists. She wouldn't submit. If she had to die, she would at least inflict some pain on them.

But would she really die in this place? She couldn't accept it.

"Boss, I can't wait! This chick's hot!" One of Hansen's underlings reached out to touch Lena. Just as he was about to, Lena ducked under his arm and made a desperate run for it.

She saw the door ahead and was about to grasp the handle when a rough hand grabbed her.

Hansen yanked Lena back, his voice deep. "Your brother owes me fifty thousand pounds. He said he'd pay off the debt with you. Now, let me see if you're worth it." With that, he tore off Lena's dress.

Lena felt a chill as she stood in nothing but her thin slip, which clung to her body, highlighting her curves.

Hansen whistled appreciatively. He was clearly satisfied.

Anger surged through Lena, but she was powerless against Hansen's strength. She gritted her teeth and tried to negotiate. "I'll find a way to repay the debt! Just let me go, or you'll get nothing."

Hansen and his men laughed, clearly skeptical that Lena could repay such a large sum.

Hansen's greedy eyes roved over Lena's body. "How are you going to repay it?"

As he reached out again, Lena closed her eyes and shouted, "My husband has money! He can pay the debt!"

"You're married?" Hansen paused.

He scrutinized Lena to see if she was lying.

Lena's heart pounded. She didn't know what consequences her claim would bring, but she nodded.

Hansen smirked. "Who is your husband? Is he as strong as me?"

He grabbed Lena's hand, forcing it to feel his muscles.

His underlings cheered, eager to join in.

Lena felt disgusted, nearly gagging. She didn't want to compare, but her husband was far better than them. Thinking of this, she calmly stated, "My husband is Daniel Crother."

The room fell silent. The jeering men froze, their smiles vanishing.

Hansen's expression turned serious. "Daniel? The leader of the largest mercenary group in Southeast Asia?"

Lena nodded. "Yes, he's my husband."

A trembling voice asked, "Why would the wife of a mercenary leader be used to pay a debt?"

This question made the group doubt Lena's story.

Hansen's face showed anger at being deceived.

Lena knew she had to convince them. "I have his number on my phone. You can call and check!"

Hansen hesitated but ordered his men to find Lena's phone, which had fallen during the struggle.

As they anxiously gathered around the phone, their faces grew pale upon seeing Daniel's name in the contacts.

Lena, fearing they might change their minds, pressed the call button.

However, a woman's sweet voice answered, "Hello, who is this?"

Lena was stunned but quickly said, "Please let Daniel answer. I'm his wife..."

"Wife? I've never heard of you. He's in my bed right now and can't take your call," the woman replied mockingly. "If this is some kind of game, enjoy it yourselves."

The woman hung up, leaving the room in silence.

Hansen smirked. "It seems your husband won't pay your debt no matter who he is." He then added with a grin, "She said to enjoy ourselves, and I have some fun toys."

Lena stared at the blank phone screen silently.

She was unable to comprehend the rapid succession of betrayals from her brother and now from her husband.

As Lena faced death, her husband was in another woman's bed. How ridiculous.

Hatred filled her heart, redness creeping into her eyes.

She clutched her chest, feeling her heart race and her breath quicken. Something inside her was ready to burst out.

"Hey, the boss is talking to you!" One thug shoved Lena.

Lena's blood-red eyes glared coldly at him. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it with force.

His arm snapped with a sickening crack.

"Ah!" The thug's scream echoed in the room.

Lena let go of him, eyeing the others.

The thug writhed on the floor in pain, snapping the others out of their stupor.

"How dare you!" Another thug charged at Lena, fist raised.

Lena sidestepped, easily avoiding the blow, and swept her leg across his knee.

The thug was knocked down with a crack.

Lena's ruthless efficiency terrified the remaining men.

Hansen and his men kept retreating until they were backed against the wall, looking at Lena in fear, just as they had cornered Lena earlier. The roles were reversed now.

Hansen had killed before, but he couldn't match Lena's speed and cold demeanor. She was like a fighting machine.

"Stay back! Get any closer, and I won't hold back!" Hansen yelled, waving his arms.

Lena tilted her head, seemingly not understanding, then grabbed Hansen's flailing arm, ready to break it.

Suddenly, a strong electric shock surged from Hansen's hand, spreading through Lena's body.

Lena stiffened, looking at the device in Hansen's hand with confusion.

Hansen, holding his perverse toy, turned the dial to the maximum.

The redness faded from Lena's eyes as she closed them, her strength leaving her. Finally, she collapsed to the floor.