Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Before Brooklyn could even process what was happening, Alina rushed over with security guards.
"Strip search her!" she commanded.
Brooklyn stumbled backward. "I didn't steal anything—"
But the guards were already restraining her, roughly pulling at her uniform in front of everyone.
"Found it!" Alina held up the blue diamond necklace triumphantly.
She backhanded Brooklyn across the face, splitting her lip.
"Didn't learn your lesson last time, did you?" she shrieked.
Brooklyn's vision went black, but she insisted, "I didn't steal it... There are security cameras, you can check the footage—"
SMACK!
Another slap cut her off.
Alina turned to Kaiden, her voice dripping with venom. "She's still obsessed with you. First she deliberately burned Karina, now she's stealing her jewelry. I think she needs to learn her place permanently."
A cruel smile spread across her face. "I saw this homeless guy outside the hotel. How about we let them spend the night together?"
Brooklyn's blood turned to ice.
The next second, she heard Kaiden's flat "Sure," his expression one of complete disgust.
He's going to let them—
Panic took over. She lunged forward and grabbed his sleeve. "I didn't steal the necklace! I don't have any feelings for you! Kaiden, please, just check the security footage—"
Alina's face went white with rage. "Get her out of here!"
A guard yanked Brooklyn's hair brutally.
She held onto Kaiden's sleeve with desperate strength, her knuckles white with effort.
But he calmly pried her fingers away, one by one.
The cold contact traveled from her fingertips straight to her heart.
When he removed the last finger, she heard him say—
"Disgusting."
That word shattered something inside her. Tears poured down her face as memories crashed over her like a tidal wave.
A year ago, when I had a 103-degree fever, he flew back from Tokyo overnight and didn't leave my bedside for three days.
Six months ago, when some senator's son hit on me at a charity gala, his family's company was bankrupt by morning.
Three months ago, when I wanted cheesecake from that place across town at midnight, he drove there himself and crashed his car.
This whole year, he couldn't keep his hands off me. Day and night, like he was addicted to me.
And now he stood under the glittering ballroom lights, personally handing her over to a filthy vagrant.
He even took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his fingers, like touching her was revolting.
The guards threw her into a dark hotel room and locked the door.
She curled up in the corner, her wounded back screaming with pain.
Within minutes, the door opened and a man reeking of sweat and filth stumbled in.
He was in rags, his hair matted into greasy clumps, grinning to show rotted yellow teeth, his eyes gleaming with sick hunger.
"Pretty little thing..." He rubbed his hands together as he lunged for her.
Brooklyn screamed and dodged, grabbing a table lamp and smashing it into his head. He cursed and slapped her hard across the face.
"Little bitch, don't fight me! Miss Sheridan said I could do whatever I want tonight..."
He pinned her to the bed, his filthy hands tearing at her clothes.
She fought desperately, kicking and clawing bloody scratches across his face, but he tied her hands with his belt.
Just as he was about to succeed, Brooklyn's fingers found a heavy vase on the nightstand.
CRASH!
The vase shattered against his skull. He groaned and collapsed.
She broke free and stumbled out the door.
The hallway was empty. She ran barefoot, terrified the vagrant would wake up and chase her.
In her panic, she pushed through a half-open door and ducked inside.
The room was pitch black. She held her breath, pressed against the wall.
Safe. I'm safe.
She was just starting to relax when the bathroom door opened—
"Who's there?"
Kaiden's deep voice, thick with alcohol, cut through the darkness.
Her blood turned to ice.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.