Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 141

But her bed was far too small. Even when Yvonne tried to curl up in the farthest corner, John caught her ankle with ease and dragged her back toward him.

In that moment, something inside her completely shattered.

She began to fight with wild desperation, tears streaming down her cheeks in torrents, as if a dam had burst.

She would rather die than endure such humiliation.

Yvonne kicked out at him, sobbing and thrashing like someone possessed.

Even as her body convulsed from the electric shocks, she refused to stop resisting.

Inside the cramped, dingy room, her struggle looked both agonizing and utterly hopeless.

It took both Jason and John nearly five minutes to subdue her, finally tying her hands and feet to the bed so she lay helpless and splayed.

Staring up at the stained ceiling, Yvonne’s vision blurred—she could barely see through her tears.

Regret, frustration, and helpless fury churned inside her.

In that moment, hatred and terror both reached their breaking point.

“Well, you’re not getting away now, beautiful Yvonne,” John sneered, reaching down to rip at her clothes.

He let out a triumphant, ugly laugh—just as, with a thunderous crash, the heavy metal door was kicked open from the outside.

A wave of men in dark suits flooded the shabby little room, with Marico striding in right behind them.

The deafening sound made Yvonne’s heart jolt with fear, but then, for the first time, she glimpsed a thread of hope.

And sure enough, in the sea of bodies, she saw the one face she knew best.

Yvonne sobbed harder, tears pouring down her face. Even with her mouth sealed by duct tape, her muffled cries tore at Marico’s heart like knives.

He took in the sight of her, wrists and ankles bound wide apart to the bed, and his expression turned deadly cold—he looked like a demon come straight from hell.

The brothers hadn’t realized who these men really were, assuming Marico’s men were simply his coworkers—just more guys in suits.

Even with their faces pressed to the floor, Jason kept up his bravado.

Thirty grand was on the line—he was ready to risk everything.

William, one of Marico’s men, pulled out his phone and played back a recording.

On the screen, Yvonne’s desperate struggle played out, her torment at the hands of the brothers caught in every brutal detail.

Every frame made Marico’s blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to tear the two of them apart right there and then.

“You laid a hand on my woman. Trust me, you’ll beg for death before I’m done with you,” Marico said coldly, his gaze fixed on John like he was staring at something filthy beneath his shoe.

John shrank under Marico’s glare, his bravado faltering. But he quickly tried to lie his way out. “Yvonne and I have been together for ages! If you hadn’t butted in, she’d be my wife by now!”

“Break all his teeth,” Marico ordered, his voice low and deadly, sending a chill through everyone in the room.