Half-Million Dollar Bait： Campus Belle’s Hell - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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The realization hit me like a punch to the gut—Ethan Lowell and I had walked straight into the lion's den, caught dead to rights by Vincent Roscente. Even if I caved to his demands, Ethan wouldn't make it out alive.
A man like Vincent didn't know the meaning of honor.
"You spineless, rotten coward!" I spat, my voice raw with fury. "I'd rather die than let you win! Go ahead—shoot me!"
My glare burned into him before I turned to Ethan. No point in hiding the truth now. My words came out cold and unshakable. "Ethan… you won't hate me for this, will you?"
Ethan clenched his jaw and gave a firm nod. "I'd die for my country a thousand times over."
Vincent threw his head back with a bark of laughter, slow-clapping like we were some pathetic spectacle.
"How touching. 'Dying for my country'—almost brings a tear to my eye." He smirked, circling Ethan like a predator toying with its prey. "Gotta admit, kid, you've got guts. Reminds me of myself back in the day. If you weren't a rat, I might've made you something great. But you picked the wrong side. A few grand a month—was it really worth your life?"
Ethan scoffed. "What the hell would a drug lord like you understand? I'm saving thousands of families from your scam empire. Those are real people's lives!"
"Save the sermon," Ethan shot back, dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a criminal in my eyes."
Vincent's jaw twitched. "You think those victims were innocent? If they weren't greedy, they wouldn't have fallen for it. Money doesn't grow on trees—they bought the lie. Their greed got them killed."
"Enough. Waste of my damn time." Vincent flicked a hand at two armed mercenaries. "Toss him to the wolves. Let him see how cruel the Mandalay jungle can be."
As they dragged him away, Ethan snarled, "Vincent Roscente—karma's coming for you!"
I fought like a wildcat, but before I could reach him, two bodyguards slammed me to the ground, binding me tight with ropes.
Vincent's gaze slithered over me, his smile oily and predatory.
"Take her to my bedroom," he ordered the housekeeper. "I'll be there when I'm done here."
"Yes, Mr. Roscente," she murmured, bowing her head.
The guards hauled me into an opulent bedroom and dumped me onto the bed like a sack of laundry.
Bound and helpless, I thrashed violently, desperation clawing at my chest.
I knew exactly what Vincent had planned.
Suicide was my only way out.
But he'd stuffed a towel in my mouth, stealing even that last shred of control.
"Mmph—!"
My muffled screams were frantic, useless. Then—the worst happened.
Vincent strolled in with a sleazy grin, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. His eyes raked over me, hunger dripping from his smirk.
"Sophia Evans," he purred. "Told you I'd have you. Didn't think it'd be this easy."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. Play nice, and I won't throw you to my men."
He grabbed my ankle, yanking off my heel. I kicked with everything I had, but he pinned my legs effortlessly. His hands crawled up my calves, slow and deliberate.
Revulsion choked me. I'd rather die.
Just as despair swallowed me whole—BANG. BANG.
Gunfire shattered the night.
Vincent's face twisted in rage. He roared at the door, "Who the hell dares interrupt me tonight? Don't they know I'm in the middle of a feast?"
A man like Vincent didn't know the meaning of honor.
"You spineless, rotten coward!" I spat, my voice raw with fury. "I'd rather die than let you win! Go ahead—shoot me!"
My glare burned into him before I turned to Ethan. No point in hiding the truth now. My words came out cold and unshakable. "Ethan… you won't hate me for this, will you?"
Ethan clenched his jaw and gave a firm nod. "I'd die for my country a thousand times over."
Vincent threw his head back with a bark of laughter, slow-clapping like we were some pathetic spectacle.
"How touching. 'Dying for my country'—almost brings a tear to my eye." He smirked, circling Ethan like a predator toying with its prey. "Gotta admit, kid, you've got guts. Reminds me of myself back in the day. If you weren't a rat, I might've made you something great. But you picked the wrong side. A few grand a month—was it really worth your life?"
Ethan scoffed. "What the hell would a drug lord like you understand? I'm saving thousands of families from your scam empire. Those are real people's lives!"
"Save the sermon," Ethan shot back, dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a criminal in my eyes."
Vincent's jaw twitched. "You think those victims were innocent? If they weren't greedy, they wouldn't have fallen for it. Money doesn't grow on trees—they bought the lie. Their greed got them killed."
"Enough. Waste of my damn time." Vincent flicked a hand at two armed mercenaries. "Toss him to the wolves. Let him see how cruel the Mandalay jungle can be."
As they dragged him away, Ethan snarled, "Vincent Roscente—karma's coming for you!"
I fought like a wildcat, but before I could reach him, two bodyguards slammed me to the ground, binding me tight with ropes.
Vincent's gaze slithered over me, his smile oily and predatory.
"Take her to my bedroom," he ordered the housekeeper. "I'll be there when I'm done here."
"Yes, Mr. Roscente," she murmured, bowing her head.
The guards hauled me into an opulent bedroom and dumped me onto the bed like a sack of laundry.
Bound and helpless, I thrashed violently, desperation clawing at my chest.
I knew exactly what Vincent had planned.
Suicide was my only way out.
But he'd stuffed a towel in my mouth, stealing even that last shred of control.
"Mmph—!"
My muffled screams were frantic, useless. Then—the worst happened.
Vincent strolled in with a sleazy grin, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. His eyes raked over me, hunger dripping from his smirk.
"Sophia Evans," he purred. "Told you I'd have you. Didn't think it'd be this easy."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. Play nice, and I won't throw you to my men."
He grabbed my ankle, yanking off my heel. I kicked with everything I had, but he pinned my legs effortlessly. His hands crawled up my calves, slow and deliberate.
Revulsion choked me. I'd rather die.
Just as despair swallowed me whole—BANG. BANG.
Gunfire shattered the night.
Vincent's face twisted in rage. He roared at the door, "Who the hell dares interrupt me tonight? Don't they know I'm in the middle of a feast?"
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