The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 31

Judge Carter was slightly taken aback, but he was a seasoned veteran of the political arena after all.

Though a bit disappointed, he smoothly chuckled, "I didn't expect Prosecutor Yates to keep things so under wraps. You're married without a single whisper of it—guess my daughter just doesn't have that kind of luck."

York rubbed his ring, his expression carefully guarded, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Judge Carter suppressed his curiosity. Rumors painted the prosecutor as a powerful man with a limitless future, but few expected him to be so devoted to his wife.

Inside Madeline's private room.

Sienna finished her audition, but the man didn't mention whether he was satisfied or not. Instead, he pushed two glasses of wine toward them, fixing his gaze on Madeline. "No rush on the audition results," he said with a greasy smile. "Since you're here, have a taste of this '82 vintage. Show a little respect, girls."

His sticky, leering gaze dragged over both her and Sienna.

This time, even Sienna sensed something was wrong. She frowned and was about to snap, but Madeline grabbed her hand, politely but firmly rejecting the man.

"Sienna and I are both allergic to alcohol, so we'll leave this for you to enjoy. Just let us know when the audition results are out."

She pulled Sienna along and tried to leave. Her hand had barely touched the doorknob when the man clamped down on her wrist and violently yanked them both back onto the sofa.

"You don't get to decide whether you drink or not. You're already here, so stop playing the innocent angels. You aren't leaving today."

Naked desire surged in the eyes of the men. Sienna's eyes widened as the reality of the situation finally hit her, and she immediately cursed, "You absolute bastards! Do you have any idea who I am?!"

"Feisty one. I'll find out exactly who you are once you're in my bed."

Warren Wallace narrowed his eyes, reaching a hand out to grab them.

Madeline was about to speak when she noticed a strange sensation coursing through her body. Her face turned ashen.

These scumbags had slipped them something.

Seeing the men inching closer, Madeline bit her lower lip hard and shielded Sienna behind her.

She smashed the wine bottle against the table with a loud crash, snatching up a jagged shard and glaring at the men, fighting desperately to stay calm.

"Have you heard of the Sterling family from Southpointe? She is the daughter of the Sterling family. If you dare touch her, not even your backers can save you."

Madeline couldn't tell if it was the drug's effect or pure terror, but her palms were slick with sweat. She completely missed the flash of a dress sweeping past the crack in the door.

Meanwhile, York had just finished his social engagement.

Inside the room.

Madeline's consciousness was growing increasingly clouded, the metallic taste of blood heavy in her mouth.

Warren and his men were investors from The Coast; they had no idea who the Sterling family was. Seeing that the two women weren't cooperating, he barked an order for his men to hold them down.

Warren glanced at the fresh cut on his hand from Madeline's broken glass, glaring at them with cold, sinister eyes.

"You bitches! I don't care what family you're from, today you belong to me."

He loosened his tie and was about to lunge when, with a deafening crash, the door was kicked open from the outside.

The explosive sound left everyone in the room stunned.

Warren instinctively looked toward the door.

His gaze met York's icy, predatory stare.

The tall, broad-shouldered man stood there, his handsome face dark with absolute fury, radiating a suffocating aura of dominance.