The Unwanted Daughter When Love Comes Too Late novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287 Simon’s Cruel Game

At the academy, Tracy had endured every kind of torment imaginable. Compared to that, Simon–spoiled since childhood and coddled by his wealthy parents–hardly seemed frightening.

But she hadn’t expected him to suddenly change his plan, turning to such a vile and disgusting tactic against her.

Tracy bit down hard on her lip, silently reminding herself that she and Ronald had arranged everything carefully. Nothing should go wrong.

And yet, her body trembled despite her will.

On the other end of the hidden transmitter, Ronald’s expression darkened.

He couldn’t wait for the agreed–upon signal. He jumped out of his car and hurried after her, his eyes flashing with a murderous resolve.

Simon, oblivious to it all, turned to Ivy.

She had been at his side for years, never one to question his actions.

That was why her words now made him frown, displeased, suspicion flickering in his gaze.

A moment later, he convinced himself.

Ivy might be tougher than most men, but she was still a woman. It wasn’t surprising she’d feel uneasy about what was happening.

Simon waved a careless hand. “Don’t waste your sympathy on someone like her. She tried to seduce Mr. Gill and broke Erin’s heart. Of course I have to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”

His voice grew sharper, righteous even. “She once went crazy and bit me so hard I’ll carry the scar for life. If others hadn’t pulled her off me, she might’ve killed me then and there. So now, whatever she suffers–she deserves it. If I don’t go hard on her, she’ll never learn.”

He spoke as if he were doing some noble deed for the world.

Ivy pressed her lips together. Her cold expression didn’t change, but anger burned in her eyes.

She quickly dropped her gaze before Simon noticed, pretending to be swayed by his words.

Simon smirked. “If you can’t stomach this, wait outside. Keep an eye out so nobody ruins our fun.”

“No need,” Ivy replied coolly, her emotions already under control.

Her voice dropped low. “So Erin put you up to this?”

Simon missed the bait in her words and answered honestly, “If Erin had the guts for this, you wouldn’t be bullying her all the time. She doesn’t dare–but I’ll do it for her.”

He released her chin, but his tone grew colder. “After today, let’s see if you still have the guts to stand against her.”

With that, he yanked at her clothes.

The sound of tearing cloth split the silence. Tracy’s collar ripped open, baring the skin across her chest.

The rush of cold air made her shiver. In an instant, memories buried deep in her mind came flooding back. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her body trembled, not from the draft, but from the weight of that memory pressing down on her.

She could almost hear that voice again–dark, mocking, “What a beauty. Still awake, aren’t you? It’s no fun if you’re not.”

Simon didn’t notice. He just stared, stunned, at the pale skin now exposed.

Her skin was fair–not the healthy kind, but the sickly, almost translucent paleness of someone who had lived too long without sunlight.