Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 The Trap Unravels.

Outside the room, the drunk had returned, phone in hand to double–check the number–89. Grinning to himself, he pushed at the door. “Young Master Qian really knows how to have fun, leaving someone for me, hahahaha…”

But no matter how he shoved, the door wouldn’t budge. It was locked tight.

Inside, faint sounds reached him.

Pressing his ear to the wood, he caught what they were–and his face went green.

“Spit! Playing with her yourself and calling me back for nothing!”

Furious, he kicked the door and stormed off, cursing.

Not far away, he noticed another room also marked 89.

“Two 89s?”

He tried that one. This door opened.

The drunk’s eyes gleamed as he understood. His smile turned lewd. “So this is the right one.”

The room was dark, deliberately unlit.

On the bed, someone tugged at her clothes, voice sweet and desperate. “Jasper, help me, I’m burning up…

H

Her plea melted his bones. He didn’t care who it was anymore–he lunged onto the bed, groping wildly.

“Here I come, don’t worry!”

Bianca froze as soon as she heard the voice. Not Jasper.

“No! You’re not Jasper! Get out, get out of here!”

But her resistance meant nothing. He pinned her beneath him.

Much later, a passing staff member glanced at the plaque. Cursing under his breath, hel muttered, “Who the hell knocked this down–this is supposed to be 68!”

He quickly set the sign right and hurried away, not daring to disturb the ‘guest‘ inside.

Meanwhile, Shawn judged the time right and knocked lightly. “Bianca? Are you ready? I’ve

arranged the reporters.”

The door opened.

it Finished

He started to speak, then froze. Bianca stood there, body covered in bruises, face twisted with fury.

She wore an oversized robe, bare legs beneath.

The sight was shocking.

Shawn blinked. Jasper was this rough with you? You look-

The crack of her slap cut him off.

He staggered, check burning, stunned. “Bianca…”

“This is all your fault!”

Tears streamed from her eyes, gaze blazing with hatred.

Shawn glanced past her–saw the disheveled bed, and the fat body sprawled across it.

Not Jasper.

His breath hitched. The name lodged in his throat, horror dawning. “Bianca, you… you….”

“Get me out of here. Cover this up. No one can know!”

There was no point in blame. The only path left was concealment.

Shawn rushed her away, immediately ordering the club’s surveillance wiped, erasing every

trace.

In the bathroom, Bianca scrubbed herself again and again. No matter how hard she washed, she couldn’t erase the sickening feel of that bloated body crushing her, the pain of being ravaged.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Her fury boiled over as she scoured her skin raw, wishing she could slice that pig into a thousand pieces.

But then–if it hadn’t been Jasper with her, then where was he?

At that same time-

Room 89.

Jasper stirred awake, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Pain throbbed in his skull, as though it had been split open..

He pushed himself up, realizing he lay on a torn, chaotic bed.

He was alone.

The air carried a faint metallic tang.

Finished:

His brows knit as he rose, sticky sweat clinging to his skin. He stepped toward the bathroom.

The mirror stopped him cold. His forehead bore a deep gash, the blood dried, sharp against his pale face.

No wonder his head throbbed.

He turned to his back.

It was covered in scratches. Deep ones. Many had bled.

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