Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 121

"Let me go! Don't touch me! Help!"

Liliana Lansbury screamed at the top of her lungs.

A heavy fist smashed into her face.

Liliana's vision swam with stars from the sheer impact.

The louder she screamed, the more brutally the blows rained down on her.

Their fists were wrapped in heavy brass knuckles.

It wasn't just pain; the metal caused severe, immediate contusions.

A cold sweat broke out over Liliana's body as agony consumed her.

But the brutal strikes kept coming, hammering into her head and torso, accompanied by vicious kicks to her lower back.

Eventually, Liliana stopped screaming—not by choice, but because the pain had stripped her of the strength to make a sound.

She could feel a man's jacket thrown over her head, reeking of cheap alcohol, stale cigarette smoke, and thick body odor.

From the sound of it, there were three or four men. Their voices were harsh, possibly drifters or transients in their forties.

A repulsive stench filled Liliana's nose, and she realized they had dragged her near an alleyway dumpster.

It was a filthy squatter's corner overflowing with rotting garbage and unspeakable waste.

These were the invisible dregs of a glittering, modern city.

The designer clothes on Liliana's back were violently ripped away.

Her bare waist was instantly exposed to the chill of the night wind.

Liliana felt a suffocating mix of humiliation and fury.

When had she ever been tossed into the trash and violently ravaged like this?

It was far beyond simple assault; time and time again, she felt a sickening, agonizing violation.

Every impact sent tremors deep into her core.

The brutality was unimaginable.

She could practically hear her own organs screaming for mercy.

Was she going to die in this filthy alley?

Her surgically perfected nose, her flawlessly maintained skin, her tens of thousands of dollars in designer wear, her million-dollar jewelry, her meticulously pampered body...

She was supposed to be a woman of high society.

But right now, her perceived value had been violently stripped down to absolutely nothing.

Unable to move, tears of ultimate humiliation and excruciating physical pain poured down her cheeks.

By the time the sanitation workers found her, Liliana was sprawled naked across a pile of trash.

She looked exactly like a slab of frozen meat in a supermarket display.

Her skin was a sickly, deathly pale, and her eyes were glazed over with absolute despair.

Once rushed to the emergency room, the scans revealed the horrifying truth.

She had suffered over a dozen fractures across her body.

Her calves took the worst of it—severe comminuted fractures where the shattered bones had violently pierced through her muscle and skin. Her internal organs were bleeding, she had severe vaginal tearing, countless lacerations, and a heavy concussion.

The attending doctor wanted to call the police immediately, but she fought him tooth and nail, terrified of the scandal.

Grant Lansbury received the emergency call and rushed to the hospital.

The moment he saw her condition, he froze.

Grant's aged face darkened with murderous rage. His blood pressure skyrocketed.

"Call the cops! Catch those bastards! I'll skin them alive! I'll rip their tendons out!" he roared, consumed by fury.

Liliana sobbed uncontrollably, shaking her head as best as she could. "No, forget it. I can't afford the shame. If you call the cops, the photos of my assault will leak. How could I ever show my face in public again?"