Betrayed by Blood: My Second Life as a Queen novel Chapter 302

Sure enough, a second later, Willow beckoned her over.

A gleam of triumph flashed in Tessa's eyes. She strutted over with arrogant pride, lifting her chin like she was ordering around a servant. "Get on your knees. Hit yourself hard. I want to hear it."

The amusement in Willow's eyes deepened. "You asked for this."

Tessa stared in brief confusion, not understanding the remark. Before she could process it, a sharp, ringing slap struck her across the face.

It was crisp, merciless, and held absolutely nothing back.

Caught entirely off guard, Tessa's head whipped to the side. Her ears rang violently. Her teeth cut into her lip, sending a trickle of blood down her chin. In an instant, the skin on her right cheek swelled, the sheer pain forcing involuntary tears to spill from her eyes.

Tessa slowly turned her head back, staring at Willow in absolute disbelief. "You hit me?! Willow, are you out of your damn mind?"

Wasn't Willow supposed to be begging at her feet right now? How could she react like this?

Before the thought even finished forming, Willow raised her hand and delivered another vicious slap.

This one was even harder. Tessa stumbled back, her body swaying uncontrollably as she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Willow leaned in slightly, a mocking lilt in her voice. "Was that loud enough for you, Tessa?"

Tessa was beside herself with fury, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. She hissed through gritted teeth, "Willow, you're doing this the hard way. If you refuse to play nice, don't blame me for what happens next!"

With that, she turned toward the dilapidated brick house and yelled, "Get out here!"

Willow's eyes narrowed in alert caution. She tightened her grip on the gun hidden in her sleeve.

A moment later, ten men poured out of the structure. They varied in height and build, all looking terribly unkempt. Dressed in filthy rags, they carried a foul, rotting stench that permeated the air.

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