Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 102: Chapter 102

"Oh my, I almost let the truth slip out." Ella covered her mouth with a theatrical laugh. Having had her fill of Jane's agonized expression, Ella was finally done playing with her.
"Fine, it doesn't really matter if I tell you. After today, no matter what you say, everyone will just think you're crazy. Even if you know, you won't be stealing my man ever again. The man who took your virginity was—"
The door was suddenly kicked open. The private room, dimly lit with only a few spotlights casting a suggestive glow, was suddenly flooded with light as someone flipped on all the switches. With a click, the entire room became glaringly bright in an instant.
"Who the hell—" Ella whirled around, her voice dripping with venom as she glared at the doorway.
The moment Ella turned around and saw the tall, slender figure standing in the doorway, she nearly lost her soul from sheer terror. It was Luke. She felt her blood run cold, freezing solid in her veins. Her legs turned to lead weights—utterly immobile.
The moment Luke stepped into the private room, his piercing, cold gaze swept across the faces of everyone inside, lingering on their sleazy, inappropriate outfits.
Finally, his fathomless eyes locked onto the cold dance floor—on Jane's body, barely clinging to life. Jane, once as pristine as untouched jade, was now being mercilessly pinned to the ice-cold dance floor by a man.
Ella gripped Jane's face tightly, her fingers digging in as she stared in utter shock toward the doorway.
Jane, that tiny and fragile woman, was now covered in chaotic streaks of crimson. It seemed as if every drop of blood was her own. Blood stained her forehead, her face, tangled in her hair, and smeared across her palms. She lay there, utterly still.
"Who the hell are you? Get the fuck out. Don't you know the rules? This is a VIP—" The first man who dared to point at Luke didn't even finish his sentence—one of his bodyguards swiftly took him down.
Hayden burst in with his men, his face still showing undisguised shock. He quickly scanned the private room. Without hesitation, he led Luke's bodyguards to detain all the masked men inside.
That scum Chris—the one who dared to pin Jane down with his knee on her spine was personally dragged aside by Hayden for some particularly brutal "hospitality."
Luke advanced toward the center of the dance floor, every step radiating cold fury.
Ella saw Luke approaching and instantly knew she was in deep trouble. She immediately burst into crocodile tears, putting on a pitiful act.
"Mr. Drake, wh-why are you here? N-no, it's not what it looks like. Please, let me explain—it was Jane, she did it on purpose."
Luke didn't give Ella a chance to explain. Or rather, he simply didn't care to hear a single word from her anymore. Luke shoved Ella aside with brutal force, sending her stumbling away as he strode toward Jane's side.
Luke gazed down at Jane lying motionless on the floor, her life hanging by a thread, almost devoid of vitality. The delicate yet stubborn woman he remembered now looked ghastly pale.
Her raven hair fanned out across the ground, her skin smeared with thick blood. She resembled a fragile, innocent flower drowning in crimson—on the verge of withering, so delicate she seemed ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
"J... Jane..." Luke's voice carried a faint tremor—one he himself hadn't even noticed.