Chapter 116

Chapter 116:

Stella was filled with anger, but Andrew held her tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

She was desperate to check on Cherry after hearing her scream from the other room.

“Let me go!” Stella shouted, struggling in Andrew’s grip.

Suddenly, Cherry’s terrified voice echoed again from the other room, and Stella’s heart raced with fear.

“Andrew! What did you ask them to do to her?” Stella called out, panic evident in her voice. She was powerless to help Cherry while being restrained by Andrew.

“Don’t worry, baby! I’m just getting rid of the third wheel between us!” Andrew replied casually, as if everything he said made perfect sense.

With that, Andrew stood up, still holding onto Stella, and began walking toward the door. “Now, it’s just the two of us,” he said with a twisted smile.

Stella had already guessed what he meant, and her panic only grew.

She struggled harder to break free from his grip, but Andrew was too strong. He lifted her effortlessly onto his broad shoulders.

“Andrew! You bastard! Let me go!” Stella screamed, kicking her legs wildly. She managed to land a few kicks on his chest, but it didn’t seem to faze him at all. He didn’t flinch or loosen his grip.

“Let me go, Andrew! Do you hear me?”

Stella’s voice was filled with fear and desperation. She knew he was taking her to his so-called “special room,” and the thought terrified her.

In her frantic state, Stella reached for a bottle of wine on the table as they passed by. Without hesitation, she smashed the bottle against the back of Andrew’s head with all her strength.

“Bang!”

Andrew roared in pain and threw Stella to the ground. She landed hard on her back, feeling the sharp pain shoot through her body.

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But Andrew wasn’t doing much better. Blood dripped from the back of his head, the impact leaving a shocking wound. The sight of the blood made Stella’s heart race with fear and adrenaline.

She hadn’t intended to hurt him so badly—she just wanted him to let her go. But now, things had escalated, and she had no idea what he would do next.

Andrew, still clutching the back of his bleeding head, cursed under his breath. “You wild little thing! I like women like you!” he snarled, his eyes filled with fury.

“Someone bring my whip! Tonight, I’m going to tame you, woman!” Andrew growled, dragging Stella back to her feet by her collar.

Stella’s heart pounded in her chest as she saw one of Andrew’s men bringing the whip—the same one they had used earlier on the woman thrown out of the room.

The word “Andrew” was carved into the handle, a cruel reminder of his sadistic tendencies.

She took a step back, her voice trembling with fear. “What… what are you trying to do?”

Andrew’s expression was full of arrogance. “What am I doing? I’m going to have some fun with you, and teach you the consequences of crossing me!”

Stella’s mind raced. She had hit him with a bottle, and yet, despite the blood dripping from his head, he seemed unstoppable, as if nothing could truly hurt him.

“Let go of me! Don’t even think about it, Andrew!” she shouted, trying to shake off his grip, but it was futile.

She was soon surrounded by Andrew’s men, each one grabbing hold of her arms and legs, pinning her down.

“Rip…”

Just as Andrew reached out to tear her clothes, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open. Someone had broken in.

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