Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 98: Chapter 98

At this moment, Ella sat with her legs elegantly crossed on a plush, luxurious leather armchair, exuding an air of effortless dominance. The masked men crowded around Ella, their gazes filled with nothing but fawning admiration as they looked at her.
Jane stared at Ella in disbelief, her voice trembling. "Ella, how could you be with—"
Ella sneered, arms crossed. "What, surprised to see me? Did you really think I wouldn't find out what you've been doing behind my back? Since you dared to seduce my boyfriend, you should've known this day would come.
"Jane, you're such a shameless slut, always chasing after other women's men. Well, tonight I'll send several men your way—let's see how much you can 'enjoy' them."
Jane gasped, "What? You!" She froze for a split second before the meaning behind Ella's words suddenly dawned on her.
Jane stared at Ella in disbelief, her voice trembling with anger. "Was all of this your scheme? Ella, you did all this just for Luke? How could you do something so despicable?"
Seething with anger, she tried to push herself up. But the moment Jane shifted slightly, she instantly noticed the men's gazes turning even more lecherous and predatory, making her skin crawl.
Jane realized in horror and dropped her head, frantically covering herself. Only then did Jane realize, with horror, that her clothes had been changed without her noticing.
Her once ordinary clothes had been swapped for a scandalously sheer miniskirt—so thin it was practically see-through, with only the most private areas barely concealed. That slight movement nearly revealed every curve of her figure.
Seeing Jane's look of utter shock and denial, Ella's lips curled into a vicious smirk.
"Don't worry, I changed your clothes. After all, I couldn't let them touch you before the game begins. But once it starts, and the cameras catch you in that mini-skirt, actively throwing yourself at those men.
"After all, you're such a slut—always throwing yourself at men. In just a few hours, there'll be scandalous videos of you with several guys all over the internet. Let's see if you still have the nerve to compete with me for Luke."
Ella's words sent a surge of white-hot rage through Jane. Now she finally got it. Ella already knew about her relationship with Luke. That woman who came to her studio pretending to be a client was on Ella's side.
Ella had deliberately lured Jane here, making sure the cameras at the front desk caught her specifically asking for the club's top male escort.
She dressed Jane in a revealing outfit and surrounded her with studio lights and cameras—all to capture footage of her engaging in debauchery with multiple men.
Every single thing was part of Ella's carefully orchestrated scheme. It was a trap designed to utterly destroy Jane's reputation.
Jane shouted, "Ella, you've gone too far." Furious, Jane tried to lunge at Ella. But just as Jane tried to push herself up from the couch, her body betrayed her—her limbs gave out, and she collapsed back onto the seat in a weak heap.
A strange, unfamiliar heat surges through Jane's veins, making her legs so unsteady she can barely stand.
Ella let out a cold laugh. "Heh, feeling weak in your limbs, dizzy in the head, and maybe a little strange all over?"
Ella watched with vicious satisfaction as Jane's face grew increasingly red, her distress only fueling Ella's cruel enjoyment. "Don't worry. In just a few minutes, you'll feel even weaker, even more desperate. Soon enough, you'll be begging for them to touch you."
Jane bit her lip, her teeth chattering with rage. "Ella, you're despicable. How dare you pull this kind of stunt here? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
Ella sneered, "Ha, caught? Who could possibly catch me?" After her failed attempt last time, Ella made sure to prepare thoroughly this time—she wasn't about to let anything slip through the cracks again.
"Did you really think I lured you here for nothing?" she sneered. "The security footage clearly shows you came here willingly to meet men. Even if you go to the police, the evidence will speak for itself.
"Spare yourself the pointless struggle. Just give up. Take a look around—this private VIP suite is reserved for elite guests, and the soundproofing is impeccable. Even if whatever happens to you, no one will ever know. Enjoy."