Once outside, Hester tried to hail a cab, but her head was swimming.
A strange, feverish heat was building inside her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
No way.
This sensation felt all too familiar.
It was just like that time on Celine’s birthday, after she’d been slipped some herbal medicine.
But why would Hector do something like this? That made no sense.
She didn’t have time to dwell on it—she had to do something, fast.
Hospital, maybe? Or—
Just then, a group of tattooed men swaggered toward her.
“Well, well, gorgeous. You look like you could use a hand,” one of them drawled, flashing a crooked grin as he stepped closer.
Hester instantly knew these men spelled trouble.
But she was so weak, she could barely stand.
In a trembling voice, she said, “Take me to the hospital. I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”
The man’s eyebrows shot up. “You got it,” he said smoothly, reaching out to steady her.
Hester thought he was really going to help.
She was wrong.
They didn’t take her to the hospital.
They took her to a hotel.
Under the drug’s influence, her defenses crumbled. The men took advantage of her—one after another.
Part of her mind was still aware. She knew this was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t let it happen.
But her body overpowered her mind. In that moment, any man would have sufficed.
When morning came, the memories came rushing back in vivid, shameful flashes.
Rage and disgust twisted inside her.
She screamed.
Helpless, frantic, she buried her face in the sheets and sobbed.
She’d always been open-minded, but that didn’t mean just anyone could touch her. Who were these nobodies who thought they had a right?
Who had set her up?
After the storm of emotion passed, she tried to console herself.
She liked seducing men? Fine. Let’s give her a few.
Celine’s move was brilliant—silent, deadly, and devastating.
Hester was now nothing but a pawn, ruined and discarded. The blow would crush her.
Sabrina watched from the window, catching the calculating glint in Celine’s eyes.
Celine hadn’t changed at all.
Her patience was terrifying.
Years ago, Celine had spent five long years quietly plotting her destruction—step by step, she’d turned her into someone everyone in the Sutton family despised.
Then, when the time was right, she’d delivered the final, devastating blow.
Hester’s fate…
Sabrina scoffed inwardly. With methods like Celine’s, she’d never let Hester off so easily.
So what was her next move?
Would she make Hester a public disgrace, strip away her family’s protection, reduce her to a filthy, broken wretch just barely clinging to life?
Sabrina settled in to enjoy the show.
Meanwhile, Celine sent the videos and photos from last night to Marshall.

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