The Mark He Bit Into Me novel Chapter 108

Chapter 12

Every word from her lips struck like a slap-sharp, resounding, and merciless-echoing through

the silent hall and cracking against Adrian Prescott’s face.

Gasps rippled across the room like thunder.

Whispers surged-shock, disdain, speculation-all directed at the man who had once thought

himself untouchable.

Adrian’s face turned ghostly pale. His lips trembled, but no sound came.

Her words had ripped open the most shameful parts of his soul-his arrogance, his cowardice, his

cruelty-exposing them raw beneath the cruel light of public judgment.

All his explanations, all his apologies, now looked pitiful.

“I… I didn’t mean-” he stammered helplessly.

But Sienna had no patience left. She didn’t even spare him another glance. Her voice was steady,

cold, commanding.

“Escort this man out. Calculate every item that’s been damaged tonight and make sure Mr. Prescott

compensates-in full. Not a cent less.”

“Yes, Miss Sloane.”

The guards moved in instantly, their tone polite but their grip unyielding.

“Sienna! Don’t do this! You can’t choose someone else! You’re mine-you’ll always be mine!”

Adrian’s voice cracked into a desperate, feral scream, his eyes bloodshot and wild.

Guests recoiled in shock as the guards restrained him without hesitation and dragged him toward

the exit.

He struggled violently, twisting his head for one last look-only to see her walking away.

Her back straight, calm, resolute. Not once did she turn around.

“End the event here,” Sienna told her assistant coolly. “Have the hall cleared. The selection

banquet will be rescheduled.”

Rescheduled.

The word hit Adrian like a death knell-the final toll of everything he had lost.

Moments later, he was unceremoniously thrown out of the Skycrest Tower.

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He hit the cold stone pavement hard, but felt no pain.

Behind him, the grand golden gates of the estate swung shut with a heavy finality, sealing him out

from the glittering world that no longer had a place for him.

Under the night sky, he let out a broken roar-raw, hoarse, animalistic-a sound of anguish and

disbelief that faded into the dark.

He dragged himself up, staring at the ornate gates with bloodshot eyes, his breathing ragged.

“Sienna! Sienna Sloane! Come out! Please, just hear me out!”

He pounded on the gates, over and over, his voice shredding until it was nothing but a rasp.

Security guards appeared from the shadows, their tone cold and professional.

“Sir, please leave immediately, or we will remove you by force.”

The words cut through him like ice.

The fight drained from his limbs. He stumbled back, his body collapsing into the driver’s seat of his

car.

His phone buzzed violently-Celeste’s name flashing on the screen.

He didn’t even look. One tap, and the call ended.

Panic rose in him like a tidal wave, flooding every corner of his mind.

He couldn’t believe it-he refused to.

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