Hank’s eyes locked onto Emily, his gaze sharp, but the question was aimed at Theo.

“Theo, I’m asking you. Did you do all this just to please that cheap slut from the Keller family?”

Barely breathing, Theo rasped, “That slut… I haven’t… even touched her!”

He coughed before adding, “Mr. Armstrong, i–if you want to have her… be my guest. I promise she’s still… tight.” Hank let out a booming laugh and strode toward Emily.

Emily gritted her teeth, her voice dripping with hatred. “Theo, I can’t believe you’re that kind of man. Didn’t you say you’d do anything for me? You worthless piece of trash—I’ll never forgive you!”

Theo roared, “Emily, screw you! You really think you’re some princess I’d die for? I only did all this because I wanted to sleep with you, to take you hard and enjoy that warm body of yours. But now I don’t need it, because you almost got me killed. That filthy hole of yours can be ruined by Mr. Armstrong for all I care!”

Beaten within an inch of his life by Hank, Theo’s rage found only one target: Emily.

Emily trembled with fury, grinding her teeth so hard she nearly cracked them. She opened her mouth to curse Theo, but Hank’s hand moved faster.

With a sharp crack, his slap sent her flying with a scream. Her face burned as she looked at him in terror, realizing she might not make it out alive.

Clutching her handgun tighter, she aimed it at Hank and backed away. “Hank, you bastard, get out of my way, do you hear me? Or I’ll shoot you dead!”

Hank smirked. “Shoot me? Emily, your hands are shaking so badly that you can barely hold that gun. And you really think a gun is enough to deal with me? How naive.”

The moment he spat out the last two words, Hank lunged forward with lightning speed.

Emily’s hands shook, but she managed to pull the trigger. The shot rang out, yet Hank only tilted his body, letting the bullet whiz past.

In an instant, he was on her. He yanked her hair hard, slapped the gun from her hands, and sneered, “Now you’re mine.”

“I’ve already tasted Hannah. Once I’m done with you, Emily, I’ll have claimed two of the Keller family’s precious daughters. Only Freya will be left. And don’t worry, one day I’ll have her too… I’ll make her scream until she begs for mercy!”

Laughing wildly, Hank yanked hard, tearing Emily’s clothes apart in one brutal motion. Pale skin spilled into the cold air as his hand shot forward, grabbing her breast with vicious force.

Emily gasped in pain, her face twisting in agony. “No! You animal! Let me go!”

Tears streamed from her eyes as the horror sank in. Hank was ruthless enough to make Theo beg for his life.

What chance did she have as a defenseless woman?

She thought back to Andrew’s warning that morning, telling her to keep out of trouble and return to Blumedale immediately. Regret hit her like a knife; she wanted to strangle herself for ignoring him.

“Andrew… save me… save me, please!” Emily sobbed, screaming until her voice tore.

Chapter 1911

The thought of what this monster was about to do to her sent icy dread flooding through her veins.