5: And Now You Want to Play Innocent?
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Martin had a long-term rental suite in this hotel, and he led Serena straight up to his room.
She wasn’t particularly afraid. Before following him inside, she exchanged a glance with Winston, signaling him to wait downstairs. If she didn’t come back within ten minutes, he was to bring people up immediately.
As she stepped in, she kept her tone casual. “Martin, let’s get this contract signed quickly so we can go back downstairs and continue drinking.”
“No rush.” Martin shut the door behind him.
He took slow steps toward her, forcing her back into the room. His face was greasy with sweat, but his smile remained disturbingly pleasant.
“A woman as beautiful as you… your man must be insanely jealous.”
Serena’s sharp eyes caught sight of the contract sitting on the table. Without wasting a second, she stepped forward, picked it up, and held it out to him.
“The contract’s right here, Martin. Let’s get it signed.”
But instead of taking it, he grabbed her hand.
“A woman like you shouldn’t have to pay for her own house. Pick one you like, and I’ll buy it for you.”
Serena tried to pull her hand away, forcing a laugh. “Come on, don’t joke around.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Suddenly, Martin’s arm wrapped around her waist.
Serena gasped, immediately struggling to push him away, but his grip was ironclad.
His narrowed eyes gleamed with something disgusting. “I really admire your charm and talent. If you agree, forget a house—I’ll give you anything you want.”
Enough.
Serena shoved him back and took a step away, her face dark with disgust. “Martin, you’re mistaken. I’m not that kind of woman.”
His smile turned cold.
“Not that kind of woman?” He scoffed. “What’s the difference between PR girls and escorts? Don’t tell me you weren’t playing hard to get just to drive up your price?”
Serena clenched her fists. “I think you’ve had too much to drink. Maybe we should discuss the contract another day.” She turned toward the door.
But Martin grabbed her arm and yanked her onto the couch.
“You think you’re some high-class act? A woman like you was born to be used.”
That was the last straw.
“Martin, watch your mouth.”
“b***h!” He lunged at her.
Martin was tall and broad-shouldered, his sheer size making it impossible for Serena to overpower him physically. She dodged, barely avoiding his grasp.
Taking a deep breath, she bit down her rage and said, “Martin, you have plenty of women willing to sleep with you. Why bother forcing me? Our companies are supposed to be working together. There’s no need to make this ugly.”
He sneered. “You actually think you’re important? You’re just a high-end escort. Even if I f**k you tonight, your company will still be begging me to work with them.”
Then it hit her.
It had been well over ten minutes.
Where the hell was Winston?
Her stomach sank. The realization clicked instantly—Winston had sold her out.
She had no time to dwell on it.
Martin suddenly lunged, his hands tearing at her dress. The thin fabric ripped in two.
Then he pinned her down, his hands reaching toward her chest.
Serena fought like hell, one arm shielding herself while the other pushed at his disgusting, sweating body.
But he was stronger.
Martin growled, frustrated at her resistance, then slapped her across the face.
Her ears rang.
Her vision went black for a moment, her body slumping from the impact.
And in those few precious seconds of vulnerability, Martin pressed himself against her.
His foul breath brushed her neck.
And then—something hard pressed against her stomach.
Serena almost vomited.
“Martin!” she screamed, thrashing wildly. “If you touch me, I’ll have you locked up for life!”
She lashed out, clawing at his face with everything she had. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving deep, bloody gashes.
Martin roared in pain.
Furious, he reared back—and kicked her hard in the stomach.
Serena flew backward, crashing onto the cold floor.
A sharp, searing pain shot through her, so intense she couldn’t even breathe. Her body curled in on itself, shaking violently. Cold sweat drenched her skin.
She tried to move, but her muscles refused to obey.
Martin wiped the blood from his face, his fury boiling over.
“You little b***h,” he snarled, storming toward her again.
Serena’s instincts screamed at her—move, fight, do something.
She grabbed the closest object—a heavy glass ashtray—and with every last ounce of strength, smashed it into his head.
CRACK.
Blood splattered.
Martin staggered backward, his forehead split open.
Serena didn’t waste the opportunity.
She scrambled to her feet and ran for the door.
The hallway was empty.
Not a single person.
She forced herself forward, every step unsteady.
But something was wrong.
Her vision blurred, the walls tilting as her body heated up unnaturally.
What’s happening to me?
She gritted her teeth, clutching the wall for support.
Then—a hand grabbed her hair, yanking her backward.
Martin’s voice was dripping with cruelty.
“Run. Go ahead, f*****g run. You really think you can escape after drinking my wine?”
His wine?
The drink he handed her…
Drugged.
Serena’s heart dropped.
Martin grinned triumphantly, tapping her cheek mockingly.
“Run, baby. Run all you want. In a few minutes, you’ll be begging me to f**k you.”
“Bastard!” she spat, rage twisting her face.
She was barely dressed, her body burning from the drug’s effects.
Martin’s eyes gleamed with hunger.
He licked his lips and leaned in, about to kiss her.
Serena shut her eyes, utterly helpless.
But the expected assault never came.
Instead—
A scream.
Martin’s scream.
Serena’s eyes snapped open.
Martin was sent flying backward, crashing against the wall.
His face twisted in agony, hands clutching his crotch. His wails of pain echoed down the hallway.
And standing in front of her—a man in a silver-gray suit, expression ice-cold.
Adrian.
Her vision swam, but even through the haze, she recognized him instantly.
It was him.
Serena’s body finally gave out.
She collapsed against him, her weak limbs unable to hold her up any longer.
A familiar scent—faint tobacco, crisp and grounding.
For the first time all night, she felt safe.
Adrian removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, steadying her as she sat down.
Then, without a word, he turned back toward Martin.
And proceeded to beat the living hell out of him.
Serena was stunned.
Adrian… fighting?
Her mind swam, but something far worse was happening.
The drug was taking over.
Heat consumed her.
Her every nerve burned, a desperate ache coiling in her stomach.
She bit her tongue hard, hoping the pain would keep her grounded.
“s**t… that bastard… what the hell did he drug me with?”
Her breath came in ragged gasps.
Her vision blurred again, images flashing uncontrollably in her mind—
Images she did not want.
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