Chapter 688



Minna screamed, writhing under Moshe’s grasp, her eyes blazing with rage. “How dare you do this to me? My father will never let you get away with this!”

Moshe scoffed and spat in her face. “Think I’m afraid of that? Mr. Clark is on my side now. He instructed my family to take ‘good’ care of you—ensure your life is interesting every day. Your father can do nothing to me!”

Minna’s initial anger disappeared as she absorbed Moshe’s words. Her eyes widened dramatically and her expression changed to one of sheer shock, “What…? What did you just say?” Minna struggled to speak after a long pause.

“Mr Clark instructed my family to treat you like this! Do you really think I’m worried about Rhys coming after me? Would he dare to do anything to me?” Moshe said.

Minna’s face quickly lost all colour.

Why had this happened?

How had it come to this?

She had assumed that marrying Moshe would solve her problems, never imagining that her intimate videos would be shown at their wedding ceremony. And now she was devastated by Moshe’s revelation.

If true, it meant that joining the Burke family was like walking straight into a trap! She now found herself completely unable to break free from the grip of the Burke family. How could this happen?

Panic gripped Minna, her heart pounding with fear. She had never thought that Lucas could be so ruthless.

Desperately, Minna tried to free herself. “Let me go! I have to go back!” “You think you can go back? Dream on!” Moshe said.

With that he began to tear at her clothes.

Horror washed over Minna, draining the colour from her face. She struggled, tried to fight him off. “Moshe, let me go! You bastard-” Another sharp slap cut off her words.

Moshe’s tolerance for defiance was non-existent. Each subsequent slap made Minna’s cheeks swell.

As her lips began to bleed, she tasted the sharp taste of metal.

“I was wrong! Please, just let me go! I promise I’ll behave!” Minna begged desperately, her voice thick with fear.

But Moshe remained unmoved. He undressed her and himself and then began to brutally rape her.

Minna’s agonised screams whitened her face even more.

Her cries of distress only seemed to arouse Moshe more.

He gripped her throat tightly during his violent thrusts.

Minna choked, struggling to breathe, her hands weakly trying to pull away from his grip.

But Moshe only tightened his grip, watching her face flush and her eyes bulge until he suddenly released her.

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