Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 117-He Is Dangerous Too

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Roman glared at me as though this was the first time anyone had ever confronted him directly.

I could tell he wasn’t happy about it.

"Don’t raise your voice," he warned, pointing a finger at me.

Then he clenched his fists and exhaled, trying to calm himself down.

"Let’s take care of your wounds," he added as he stepped toward me.

Before he could untie the rope around my waist, I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

I could tell he was offended. He didn’t look happy at all.

"Why?" he asked almost immediately. "Why are you stopping me?"

"I don’t want you to. You can leave," I replied, pointing toward the door.

"Why? You didn’t say that to that fucking alpha king Jaguar."

Of course he brought up Jaguar.

"Well, that’s because he wasn’t yelling at me," I shot back.

"Because if he had—"

I stopped myself.

I could tell he took great pride in being a doctor.

Doctors were highly respected here. They were often given superior treatment.

That was why this asshole was still walking free, even though multiple women had filed domestic abuse cases against him.

"So, if someone doesn’t yell at you, will you open your legs for them?"

There he was, slowly losing control.

"How dare—-Please leave," I requested, pointing toward the door again.

He stared at me in silence. Then, without warning, he grabbed my arm and threw me onto the bed.

I was in so much pain that I couldn’t fight him.

He climbed on top of me and started forcefully opening my robe.

"What the fuck are you doing, Roman?" I protested.

Every time I tried to resist, he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, making it impossible for me to break free.

He pulled my robe open while my hands were pinned above my head and stared at my body.

Then, with one sharp tug, he grabbed the shoulder of my silk dress and ripped it all the way down to my groin, almost completely exposing me.

I gasped in shock. I was left completely naked in front of him.

I watched him swallow as his eyes traveled over my body.

Then he placed his hand on my stomach, and I winced, biting my bottom lip.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, catching me off guard with his behavior.

He was unpredictable, and it wasn’t okay.

"Let go of me," I demanded.

Instead, he began rubbing the bruised areas on my stomach where that man had repeatedly kicked me.

"Who did this to you? Who was he?" he demanded again.

"Fucking let me go!"

Finally, he loosened his grip after he realized he was hurting me with his harsh rub.

The first thing I did was pull my robe around myself, clutching it closed with one hand.

Then I slapped him with the other.

He remained kneeling on the bed while I sat there, trembling.

He fell silent.

"I’m sorry," he apologized immediately. "I just wanted to see what had happened to you, and you wouldn’t let me. I’m a doctor. I want to help people. And my own girlfriend is in pain."

He kept rambling, trying to justify what he had done, but I was done listening.

After the way he had torn my dress, I didn’t feel comfortable around him anymore.

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