Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 95

Chapter 8

The moment Sterling spoke, the men’s faces drained of all color, turning as pale as sheets of paper. Their legs weakened beneath them, trembling uncontrollably as they instinctively glanced at Sage, silently pleading for her to intervene. But Sage remained motionless, her body curled inward, too afraid to even lift her gaze.

One by one, the men collapsed to their knees with heavy thuds, tears streaming down their faces, noses running, utterly helpless as they looked toward Sage for salvation.

“Sage! Please, save us! We did everything for you!” one cried out, desperation lacing his voice.

But Sage was barely able to shield herself from the storm of humiliation, shrinking back, her whole being trembling with fear.

Sterling’s lips curled into a cold, merciless smile, sharp as a judge delivering a verdict. “Perfect,” he said, voice dripping with icy finality. “Since you love licking so much, you can do it yourselves. Right now, all of you—get on your knees and clean every last drop of that wine off the floor. Don’t leave a single drop behind.”

One man’s voice cracked, barely audible in his terror. “Mr. Whitmore…”

“We were wrong! We didn’t see clearly before! Please, have mercy…” another begged, voice shaking.

Sterling cut him off sharply, his tone brooking no argument. “Too late. Either you lick it up, or I’ll make sure your entire families spend the rest of their lives licking prison floors. Your choice.”

Under the weight of Sterling’s absolute authority, any shred of dignity or pride these men had was instantly crushed, reduced to nothing but a cruel joke.

Their faces ghostly pale, they exchanged fearful glances before, overwhelmed by terror, they dropped to their knees one after another. Their bodies shook violently like beaten dogs as they shamefully pressed their faces into the cold, unforgiving carpet, littered with shards of broken glass and soaked in expensive liquor.

“LICK!” Sterling commanded, his voice cold and commanding.

None dared to disobey. They extended their tongues like the most degraded animals, beginning to scrape the floor.

The harsh sting of strong alcohol mixed with dust and jagged glass cut into their tongues and throats, choking them until tears and snot streamed down their faces. Yet, not one of them dared to stop.

Sage watched in horror as her people suffered, her body trembling uncontrollably like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. She gripped Reed’s arm tightly, seeking some anchor in the chaos.

Reed’s face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His voice broke through the tension, raw and angry. “Sterling, don’t you think this is going too far?”

Sterling ignored him completely.

But Sterling had no interest in hearing any excuses. He turned to his assistant with cold resolve. “At first, I thought this was just dirty family laundry best left unspoken. But today, she truly crossed the line.”

“Retrieve the surveillance footage of her mother sneaking into the master’s bed all those years ago, along with all evidence of her secretly selling Whitmore family property on secondhand websites over the years. Compile everything and send it to the police immediately. Press charges for theft.”

The assistant nodded briskly. “Yes, Mr. Whitmore.”

“NO!” Sage screamed, her voice raw with desperation. She knew exactly what this meant.

“You can’t do this! I’m still Dad’s flesh and blood. Dad would never agree to this!”

Sterling only laughed dismissively. “You mean my dad? Don’t you realize that the real power behind the family business lies with my mother now?”

Those words froze Sage in place.

She understood completely—her fate was sealed. She was finished.