Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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Jane's eyes burned with defiance. "Ella, I swear—even if I die here today, your scheme won't succeed!" She swore to herself never to suffer humiliation from these people.
Jane glared fiercely at the men and shouted, "If I die here, none of you will escape responsibility. The police will track you all down. Every single one of you here will pay for this."
With gritted teeth, Jane made her desperate move. She clenched her right hand and, with all her might, thrust the broken ashtray into her neck. The jagged edge pierced straight into her skin. Crimson blood welled up and streamed down her neck.
Even Ella, usually so composed, was horrified by the gruesome scene. The remaining men froze in shock, afraid to move a muscle. They were terrified Jane might actually kill herself—none of them wanted to be held responsible for her death.
Chris, however, was anything but timid. Seizing the moment as Jane's fingers trembled from pain, he lunged forward and clamped down on her right wrist with a vice-like grip.
Jane's hand holding the ashtray went limp and released it. The bloodstained ashtray clattered to the floor.
Chris slapped Jane hard across the face. "Damn it, slut. I'm giving you a chance, but you don't appreciate it.
"You should feel honored, my buddies and I want to mess with you. I usually get paid a lot a night by rich cougars. I was going to go easy on you, but since you want to play tough, fine—let's take it up a notch."
Chris's eyes gleamed with malice as he yanked Jane's long hair and slammed her forehead against the glass coffee table. The impact sent a sickening thud through the room. Jane's skull struck the glass with brutal force, her ears ringing with dizzying echoes.
In an instant, she lost all balance—her vision went black as she crumpled from the table onto the floor. Streams of blood poured from her forehead and neck, spattering everything around her. Even her face was smeared with vivid red.
Ella let out a cold, chilling laugh. "Well done, Chris. You're really capable—managed to subdue this little slut so easily. Alright, boys, now it's your turn. Make sure my dear cousin gets the special treatment she so richly deserves."
Seeing Jane drenched in blood, Ella showed not the slightest concern. Instead, she let out an even more triumphant and vicious laugh. Unable to contain herself, Ella rose from her chair and approached the barely conscious Jane.
With a cruel smirk, Ella drove the heel hard into Jane's body. "Jane, you really think threatening me with an ashtray is going to scare me? Go ahead and bleed out—no one will shed a tear for you. You'll just die with even less dignity.
"Let me spell it out for you: if you die here, everyone outside will just say you got yourself killed playing your dangerous games." Ella crouched down and roughly grabbed Jane's blood-streaked face.
She saw Jane's glassy, unfocused eyes that could barely stay open. A sadistic idea took root in Ella's mind, and a cruel smirk twisted her lips.
"Looks like you're really on your last legs, huh? Tell me, what do you think would happen if the world found out that you died in a high-end club after a wild orgy with several men? Wouldn't that make for some explosive headline news?
"Do you think your father—who already disowned you—and your ex-boyfriend would feel even a shred of pity for you? Or would they just be relieved, thinking you only brought them shame and they're better off without you?
"Since you look so pathetic, why don't I do you one last favor and share a little secret before you die?"
Jane glared fiercely at the men and shouted, "If I die here, none of you will escape responsibility. The police will track you all down. Every single one of you here will pay for this."
With gritted teeth, Jane made her desperate move. She clenched her right hand and, with all her might, thrust the broken ashtray into her neck. The jagged edge pierced straight into her skin. Crimson blood welled up and streamed down her neck.
Even Ella, usually so composed, was horrified by the gruesome scene. The remaining men froze in shock, afraid to move a muscle. They were terrified Jane might actually kill herself—none of them wanted to be held responsible for her death.
Chris, however, was anything but timid. Seizing the moment as Jane's fingers trembled from pain, he lunged forward and clamped down on her right wrist with a vice-like grip.
Jane's hand holding the ashtray went limp and released it. The bloodstained ashtray clattered to the floor.
Chris slapped Jane hard across the face. "Damn it, slut. I'm giving you a chance, but you don't appreciate it.
"You should feel honored, my buddies and I want to mess with you. I usually get paid a lot a night by rich cougars. I was going to go easy on you, but since you want to play tough, fine—let's take it up a notch."
Chris's eyes gleamed with malice as he yanked Jane's long hair and slammed her forehead against the glass coffee table. The impact sent a sickening thud through the room. Jane's skull struck the glass with brutal force, her ears ringing with dizzying echoes.
In an instant, she lost all balance—her vision went black as she crumpled from the table onto the floor. Streams of blood poured from her forehead and neck, spattering everything around her. Even her face was smeared with vivid red.
Ella let out a cold, chilling laugh. "Well done, Chris. You're really capable—managed to subdue this little slut so easily. Alright, boys, now it's your turn. Make sure my dear cousin gets the special treatment she so richly deserves."
Seeing Jane drenched in blood, Ella showed not the slightest concern. Instead, she let out an even more triumphant and vicious laugh. Unable to contain herself, Ella rose from her chair and approached the barely conscious Jane.
With a cruel smirk, Ella drove the heel hard into Jane's body. "Jane, you really think threatening me with an ashtray is going to scare me? Go ahead and bleed out—no one will shed a tear for you. You'll just die with even less dignity.
"Let me spell it out for you: if you die here, everyone outside will just say you got yourself killed playing your dangerous games." Ella crouched down and roughly grabbed Jane's blood-streaked face.
She saw Jane's glassy, unfocused eyes that could barely stay open. A sadistic idea took root in Ella's mind, and a cruel smirk twisted her lips.
"Looks like you're really on your last legs, huh? Tell me, what do you think would happen if the world found out that you died in a high-end club after a wild orgy with several men? Wouldn't that make for some explosive headline news?
"Do you think your father—who already disowned you—and your ex-boyfriend would feel even a shred of pity for you? Or would they just be relieved, thinking you only brought them shame and they're better off without you?
"Since you look so pathetic, why don't I do you one last favor and share a little secret before you die?"
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