My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 143

Sienna's playful expression hardened into something vicious. She grabbed Rebekah's chin, her grip painfully tight. "My sister-in-law ended up in the hospital yesterday. That was your doing, wasn't it?"

Rebekah remained silent as Sienna listed off her supposed crimes.

"She couldn't compete because you made her sprain her ankle, right?"

"My boyfriend broke up with me the day after he met you. You seduced him, didn't you?"

"Your son is always pestering my sister-in-law, forcing her to come to the Forrester estate and putting up with all the gossip. That's your fault too, isn't it?"

"You cheated on your husband. You're nothing but a slut, aren't you?"

Each accusation was more baseless than the last. To Rebekah, it was clear that Sienna wasn't the type to go to such lengths for someone else's sake.

"You can drop the sanctimonious act, Sienna," Rebekah said, her voice steady despite her fear. "If this was really about Candice, you would have done something long before now. What is this really about?"

Sienna burst out laughing, a cruel, sharp sound. She yanked Rebekah's hair, forcing her head back. "You know what I can't stand about you, Rebekah? Your damn high-and-mighty attitude. What gives you the right to be so arrogant?"

Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "You're just sloppy seconds. Why would Jensen be so obsessed with you? I could accept him rejecting me for anyone else, but for *you*? What the hell are you?"

*Jensen?* When had Sienna become fixated on Jensen?

Sienna shoved her away and rose to her feet, looking down with contempt. "You like being a slut, don't you, Rebekah? Well, today, I'm going to give you exactly what you want. Let's see if Benjamin still wants you after you've been passed around. Let's see if Jensen still wants you then!"

Tears streamed down her face as their leering faces filled her vision. Just as one of them ripped open the front of her dress, a tremendous crash echoed from the doorway.

The suffocating presence around her vanished. Curled on the floor, her vision blurred by tears, Rebekah saw Jensen. He grabbed two of the boys at once, his movements brutally efficient as he beat them until they were a mess of bruises and blood.

Her sobs grew louder. With her hands and feet still bound and the cold air hitting her exposed skin, she tried to curl into a tighter ball.

Hearing her cries, a sharp pain lanced through Jensen's heart. He kicked the last man with such force that he slammed into the warehouse wall and crumpled to the ground, motionless.

Jensen stripped off his jacket and draped it over Rebekah, pulling her into his arms.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You're safe now. It's over."