Chapter 124

"Ah—"

Emily Smith trembled in pain, barely suppressing a cry. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing the whimper back down her throat.

"Go on, scream," William Johnson sneered, gripping her chin. "Let your fans hear what you sound like right now."

He yanked her collar open and bit down again.

"Ah!"

A sharp cry finally escaped Emily's lips.

The live stream exploded. Comments flooded the screen as everyone heard the strange noise.

Daniel Chen's face paled, and he hastily ended the broadcast.

Emily stared at the darkened screen, her tense body relaxing slightly. But William's torment continued. She turned her face away stubbornly, tears soaking the pillow.

His movements grew rougher, as if determined to break her apart. Emily's lips bled, the metallic taste filling her mouth, but she refused to make another sound.

Finally, William stopped. He gazed down at the tear-streaked woman beneath him and leaned in for a kiss.

Slap!

A sharp crack echoed through the room.

The air froze.

William touched his stinging cheek and suddenly laughed. The sound sent a chill down Emily's spine.

He stood, calmly adjusting his shirt cuffs, and walked out without a backward glance.

"William!" Emily called after him.

The only response was the slam of the door.

The room was eerily silent. Emily stared blankly at her right hand, still tingling from the slap.

Her phone buzzed violently on the table.

Daniel.

She ignored it, dragging her aching body to the bathroom. As hot water cascaded over her skin, she finally let the sobs break free.

Should she apologize?

But he was the one in the wrong.

Yet... he was William.

Trembling fingers dialed the familiar number.