Chapter 3
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Hunter glowered at me, his face twisted with cold rage, and shoved his phone right in my face.
On the screen, steamy footage of him and Eugene tangled together played out in full view.
"Did you do this?"
A stinging slap sent me crashing to the floor. My fingers shook like a leaf as I took the phone from him.
"It wasn't me."
Out of nowhere, Eugene came barreling toward me. Her heavy palm cracked across my face so hard my head whipped to the side.
My face was crisscrossed with bloody streaks before I could even register the pain.
She wasn't done yet. Furious and still itching for more, she drew back her foot and slammed it hard into my stomach.
"You were the one who filmed that video! Who else would leak it online if not you? You're jealous that Hunter posted my photos, so you want to ruin me!"
Through all of this, Hunter just stood there silently, not lifting a finger. He let Eugene punch and kick me to her heart's content.
It wasn't until a maid screamed in panic that anything changed. "Madam! You're bleeding!"
A flicker of panic crossed Hunter's eyes. He stepped forward to reach for me, but Eugene cut him off with a sharp shout. "It's just her period!"
As she spoke, she turned to Hunter, "You promised me I could get justice, Hunter. You're not going to go back on your word, are you?"
Hunter froze mid-step. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable and twisted with conflicting emotions.
Then he turned his head away, and sighed heavily. "I'll have my people take down all the gossip online."
But Eugene wasn't satisfied. She suddenly pulled a sharp dagger out of her clothes and pressed the cold blade right against her own delicate throat.
Tears streamed down her face, turning her into a picture of perfect heartbroken innocence.
"Hunter, I love you truly. That's why I gave you my virginity willingly. I was even willing to put up with being called a homewrecker, just to help you shoot that 'tutorial video' for Tiffany!
"But now she leaked the video online, and everyone's calling me a slut, a w***e! What are my family and friends going to think of me? I'd rather die than live with this shame!"
With that, she stepped backward slowly, her voice trembling with sorrow, "Hunter, just these ten days by your side have been more than enough for me in this lifetime. In my next life, I hope I'll meet you sooner."
Tenderness and emotion welled in Hunter's eyes, but the very next instant, warm blood splattered straight across his face.
"No!" The man choked out the cry, and lunged to catch the blood-soaked girl in his arms.
In the dim light of the room, he barreled right into me, knocking me flat on my back.
Right before he rushed off, something seemed to click in his mind.
He spun back to glare at me, his voice cold enough to freeze to the bone, and barked an order to his bodyguards, "Wipe every last one of Eugene's videos off the internet. Destroy them all.
"As for you, Tiffany, if Eugene suffers so much as a scratch, you'll pay the price."
The words hung in the air, and he stormed out the door holding Eugene tight.
Stabbing, needle-sharp pain gnawed at my lower abdomen. I dragged myself across the floor toward the door by sheer will, grabbed the maid's ankle, and gasped, "Get me to a hospital. Please."
Her voice shook as she answered, "I'm sorry, madam. The master gave explicit orders. You are not allowed to leave this house, not even a single step."
I scrabbled for my phone and dialed Hunter again, and again, and again.
He hung up on every single one.
In the end, my strength gave out completely. Right before blackness swallowed me whole, a familiar figure went sprinting toward me through the blur.
"Tiffany!"
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