“How much did Liana pay you guys? I’ll double it!” Gwyneth yelled.
“Bitch! I’m not looking for extra money today. I just want something nice to treat myself to!” the guy with bright yellow hair snapped back.
He yanked at her clothes, ripping her collar open and reaching for her neck.
Fear clouded Gwyneth’s face, and despair rose inside her. Her pants were nearly down when she quickly snatched a wine bottle from the table and smashed it over the guy with yellow hair.
He took a hit to the head, and the other five men froze for a second before throwing punches at her. “You’re dead today, bitch!”
Gwyneth curled up on the ground, bruised and battered.
Her will to survive kicked in, and she forced herself to get up. She grabbed the wine bottle by her feet and swung it at the six men, who dodged and backed off.
Gwyneth seized the moment and ran. The men didn’t dare go after her. She returned to Asher’s private room, scanning the place until her eyes landed on Liana in the corner before heading over.
Liana couldn’t miss Gwyneth’s bruised face and the tears in her clothes. Her eyes went wide with panic as something hit her. She shouted, “Asher!”
Gwyneth was already at her. She shot a deadly glare and kicked Liana hard in the belly.
Liana crumpled to the ground, calling out in desperation for Asher to save her.
Gwyneth landed another brutal kick in her belly. “Did I ever mention that if you touch me, I’ll kick you till you lose the baby?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” Liana stammered. Fear gripped her, and she curled into a ball. Her face scrunched up in pain as she clutched her belly.
The noise died down as everyone’s attention shifted to them.
Asher rushed over, pulled Liana up, and stood before her. In a fit of rage, he kicked Gwyneth in the belly. “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s pregnant, and you kicked her? Gwyneth, you’re so damn evil!”
Gwyneth crashed to the floor. She had just had an abortion, and her face went pale as the pain shot through her. She looked up at him. “You think I’m evil? Why don’t you ask what she did to me first?”
Feeling guilty, Liana looked down, scrambling for an excuse.
Suddenly, Asher’s stern voice rang out, “That’s enough! I don’t even need to ask! You’ll do anything to get what you want, even if it means selling yourself just to seal a deal! Is there anything you won’t do?”
His words hit Gwyneth like a punch to the gut. Did he seriously just say she’d do anything, even sell herself, just to land a deal?
He knew exactly what she’d been through—how she’d almost been drugged and taken advantage of by a filthy big shot while trying to land clients for him.
Asher had shown up just in time. Embarrassed, the big shot flipped out. He accused her of selling herself just to land a deal, but Asher stepped in and had her back.
But now, he turned those very accusations around on her.
Before Gwyneth could get a word out, Asher had lifted Liana and rushed her to the hospital. The crowd scattered, leaving Gwyneth sitting alone in the private room.
