They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

William’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were a storm of conflicting emotions.

Watching Camila being beaten was like a knife twisting in his heart, yet he stood there, unmoving, making no effort to

intervene.

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He thought Camila was too stubborn. Her unyielding nature frustrated him. He believed that only by breaking her pride and crushing her spirit could she finally learn to submit.

He wasn’t asking for much–just for her to be a little more ordinary, a little more obedient. That was all he wanted.

So he waited, silently, for her to lower her head and ask for his help. The moment she did, he would step in without hesitation and protect her.

His gaze locked onto Camila, his eyes practically shouting the words: “Beg me, Camila. Beg me, and I’ll save you.”

Camila slowly lifted her head, every movement weighed down by the sharp sting of pain and the crushing weight of humiliation. Her eyes met William’s, and in that moment, she saw everything–his indifference, his silent expectation, and the restrained cruelty lurking beneath it all.

Her heart turned to ice, and her disgust for him reached a new peak. She would rather die than lower herself to beg him.

A mocking smirk tugged at the corners of Camila’s lips, sharp and jarring against her swollen face. Her gaze at William was filled with scorn, as if she were looking at a pitiful clown performing a farce.

William’s chest tightened, as though an invisible hand had gripped his heart and squeezed hard, sending a sharp pang of pain through him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but the words stuck in his throat, blocked by the futility of the moment. In a situation like this, any explanation would be meaningless. Panic and embarrassment flickered in his eyes.

His feet shifted instinctively, as if to move toward her, to help her. But Camila’s icy glare was like a bucket of freezing water, instantly extinguishing the faint spark of impulse in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to abandon the thought of helping her. His face returned to its cold, indifferent mask, but the tension in his tightly clenched fists betrayed the turmoil raging within him.

Robin’s fury erupted the moment she saw Camila’s faint smile, mistaking it for mockery.

“You filthy little bitch! Who do you think you are to laugh at me? Someone like you doesn’t even deserve clothes! Aren’t you always throwing yourself at men? Fine, I’ll strip you bare and let you flaunt yourself all you want!” she spat.

Her hands clawed at Camila’s dress with unrestrained madness, as if tearing apart her very dignity.

The two wealthy women gripping Camila’s arms joined in, their nails digging into her skin, leaving angry red scratches that quickly turned into bloody streaks.

With a sharp ripping sound, Camila’s elegant gown was torn wide open, the once–beautiful fabric reduced to shreds under their relentless assault.

Camila was left barely covered, her back and slender shoulders exposed, marred with bruises and scratches. The tattered remains of her dress clung to her body, fluttering wildly as she struggled.

Robin’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage, her bloodshot eyes gleaming with a feral intensity, like a beast that had

lost all sense of reason.

Her hands showed no mercy, continuing to rip at Camila’s dress with every pull, each motion a violent release of her deep- seated hatred.

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“You’ll pay for this, you shameless little wretch! Today, I’ll make sure you regret everything!” she snarled.

The other women didn’t hold back either, raining punches and kicks on Camila ruthlessly.

“Hit her! Teach her a lesson!” Robin’s voice rang out as fists and fect landed on Camila like a relentless storm.

Camila instinctively tried to shield herself, her arms wrapping around her body, but the crazed women showed no mercy, targeting every inch of her with their malice.

Her face contorted in pain, tears and blood mingling as they streaked down her checks. Her disheveled hair clung to her face, making her look utterly broken and pitiful.

The world around her faded into a blur, her ears deaf to the chaos, her vision dimming as the pain and humiliation consumed her.

Finally, Robin seemed to have had enough. She stepped back a few paces, pointed at Camila lying on the ground, and shouted, “Pick her up! Since she loves seducing men so much, let’s throw her into the banquet hall and give them a real show!”

The other wealthy women exchanged uneasy glances, hesitation written all over their faces.

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One of them cautiously suggested, “Robin, isn’t this a bit inappropriate? After all, it’s Lindsey’s birthday celebration.”

Robin’s eyes turned icy as she glared at the speaker. “What’s there to be afraid of when I’m the one in charge?” she snapped.

Under her oppressive gaze, two of the women gritted their teeth, grabbed the barely conscious Camila, and began dragging her toward the banquet hall.

Camila’s legs dragged lifelessly along the floor, leaving streaks of blood in their wake. Her torn gown slipped further with every pull, leaving her body almost completely exposed.

William stood frozen in place, watching the scene unfold. A storm of emotions churned in his chest. Just as he took a step forward to intervene, Agnes grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“William, you can’t afford to offend the Campbell family. Isn’t tonight about building ties with them?” Agnes said, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

William’s eyes were filled with anguish as he watched Camila being dragged farther and farther away. The pain and guilt in his heart reached a breaking point.

But Agnes’s words left him trapped. His feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and all he could do was stand there helplessly, watching Camila being taken toward an unknown humiliation.

He thought, ‘Camila, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. You’re in this mess because of your own doing.

‘Who told you to be so headstrong? Who told you to cross Robin? Who told you to refuse to beg for mercy? If you’re being humiliated, it is all because of your stubborn personality.‘

He kept coming up with excuses for himself, and in the end, he actually convinced himself. It was as if Camila had really seduced Robin’s husband and deserved the beating she got.

Andy stood frozen, watching helplessly as Camila, barely clothed and covered in bruises, was dragged away. A wave of terror swept over him.

He knew all too well what Giovani was capable of, and the thought of him seeing Camila in this state sent chills down his spine.

Giovani’s reputation for ruthlessness was infamous in Northeville.

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Years ago, Robin had stormed into Giovani’s mother’s home while heavily pregnant, enraging her to the point of death.

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