My Fake Brother Sold Me to His In-Laws

“You little whore! Did you dare to send us to the police? Tonight, my son’s going to ruin you. Once he’s done, even if you don’t want to hand over the house and money, you’ll have no choice.”

My entire body went cold. I had locked my bedroom door. How had Bailey and Cassandra gotten in?

I screamed and fought with everything I had.

Annoyed by the resistance, Bailey slapped me hard across the forehead. The impact slammed me against the sharp corner of the nightstand.

My hair was a tangled mess, and my face was drained of color from the pain. Warm blood trickled down my forehead.

“You didn’t want the wine? Fine. Then, take the punishment. Did you dare to kick me in the groin? Tonight, I’ll show you exactly what I’m made of.”

He tore violently at my clothes.

I trembled in terror, blood and tears streaming down my cheeks.

In the chaos, I caught a glimpse of a familiar hem by the doorway.

Clutching to it like a lifeline, I screamed hysterically, “Brother, help me! Please save me!”

Maxwell stood at the door, hesitating. He looked like he might step inside, but Kinsley clutched his arm tightly, her voice drifting into the room loud and clear. “Think carefully. I’m carrying your child. If you ruin my brother’s fun, I’ll march straight to the hospital and abort it.”

He froze for a moment, then slowly turned and walked toward the door, never once meeting my eyes.

“Adeline, Bailey’s a good guy. You won’t lose anything by being with him. You’re going to marry him anyway. Just treat this as the wedding night coming early.”

“I swear, when the two of you get married, I’ll personally walk you down the aisle and make it the grandest wedding ever.”

With that, he shut the door and locked it from the outside.

My pupils shrank like lightning tearing across a clear sky.

In that instant, everything became terrifyingly clear: Maxwell still had access to the fingerprint lock on my villa, and my room key was lying in the drawer of the living room coffee table.

He had brought Bailey’s entire family in.

He let them enter my bedroom.

He let Bailey violate me.

At that moment, my heart turned to ice.

My voice shook with fury, “Maxwell, how dare you do this to me? Mom and Dad will never forgive you!”

Bailey sneered, “Save your breath. You’ll be screaming soon enough.”

I kicked and fought like mad. Enraged by the struggle, he slapped me again and again in a blind fury.

My strength slipped away, my vision swam, and the metallic taste of blood coated my throat.

“Mom, come hold her legs down. This bitch is wild. I’m gonna finish quick.”

Cassandra’s eyes were bloodshot as she pounced on me. She tied my hands with the bedsheet and yanked at my pants with vicious force.

I cried, sobbing loudly, “Let me go! If you touch me, my parents will tear you to pieces!”

“Spit!”

Cassandra clawed at my legs and barked, “Perfect timing, your parents can see what a filthy fox you are, seducing my son. They’ll be begging him to marry you!”

“Having my son in bed is your blessing. You cheap slut. Won’t behave until someone beats it into you.”

She threw aside my torn pants, and Bailey, unable to wait, jumped up and yanked off his belt.

Not far away, the phone’s red recording light blinked nonstop, aimed straight at me.

I couldn’t move. Tears of despair slipped from the corners of my eyes.

Just as I sank deeper into hopelessness, heavy footsteps thundered from outside.

The door burst open with a deafening crash as bodyguards stormed in.

My father’s furious roar shook the room, “Bastards! What are you doing to my daughter?!”