Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again novel Chapter 6

Caroline’s POV:

The hand over my mouth smothered any hope of a scream. I struggled, but my body didn’t obey. Silent tears streamed down my face as I felt their hands on me, invading every inch. The world around me blurred and faded, sounds warping into cruel echoes.

“She’s not even fighting back! I told you, she wanted this!”

“Perfect. Hold her down. She’s all mine now.”

My mind screamed in terror, but my body remained frozen, helpless. The horror of what was coming brushed me, leaving me with nothing. I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight, couldn’t cry out for help. I was lost, sinking into darkness.

What was the point? I was theirs now. They were claiming me in all the awful ways they could. I lost something to them, something I would never get back. That broke me.

But then, faintly, a voice broke through the haze. A shout, distant, but growing closer. Through the fog of fear, I barely made out a figure running toward us. His presence wasn’t just a silhouette but a force that cut through the fear, carrying a warmth that reached me even in the depths of my terror.

Was it William, come to save me? Or another monster to add to my nightmare? I couldn’t tell, didn’t dare to hope. In my horror I couldn’t even imagine salvation.

My thoughts faded with a last flicker of consciousness, leaving me in darkness.

I woke up in a ward that was nothing short of extravagant. The bed beneath me felt like it was made from clouds, and the sheets draped over me were the softest I’d ever felt. Surrounding me were state-of-the-art machines, gleaming under soft lighting.

Every detail, from the polished floor to the elegant furnishings was a reminder of the financial strain I was under. My heart ached, knowing I could never afford such luxury.

Then I noticed a figure sitting beside me. As my eyes struggled to focus, I saw a man.

“Thank God,” he let out a sigh of relief, his voice full of concern. “You’re awake! How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay, but… what happened?” I asked, looking at him with confusion. “Why am I here?”

It was then that I noticed the difference. He was dressed fashionably in a tailored business suit, the fabric and cut of which spoke volumes about his status. The suit alone probably cost more than I made in a month. Despite the clear signs of his success, there was a gentle humility in his eyes, a quiet kindness that made him seem approachable.

He was the kind of man who didn’t need to flaunt his wealth or power. It was simply part of him, seamlessly woven into his very being.

“I found you collapsed on the ground. Two drunk guys were trying to take advantage of you, so I beat them to the ground.” he explained.

I was astonished. If it hadn’t been for this man, I would have been… I couldn’t even bear to think about it. My heart was filled with gratitude, and I whispered a tearful, “Thank you…”