Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 235

Marley uncrossed his legs, a smirk curling his lips. It was laced with pure mockery.

"Get on your knees." His voice was cold, indifferent. "Ten thousand dollars per minute. That's a hell of a paycheck, isn't it?"

Being forced to kneel naked and serve him was a humiliation that crushed Cheryl's dignity underfoot.

If this had been the old Cheryl, she would have fought back. She would have called him disgusting, slapped him across the face, and stormed out. But that woman didn't exist anymore. She had no right to fight back.

Right now, money meant more than her dignity.

She kept her head down, refusing to meet his gaze. She didn't dare hope that the man in front of her-the same man who had once loved her-would have even a shred of mercy left.

Slowly, she dropped to her knees and placed her hands on his legs. The moment her fingers touched him, his entire body tensed. A storm brewed in his dark eyes as his rage crashed like violent waves, threatening to drown her whole.

The once-proud Cheryl, who used to look down on him, was now selling herself for money.

Marley's gaze never left her, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he reached for a thick stack of cash on the table and flung it at her face.

crisp bills scattered

cold, dripping with contempt. "Didn't you dump me because I

let out a low, scornful laugh. "And now look at you-absolutely pathetic." Every word cut like a knife. Years ago, they were the couple everyone envied. She would wake up to the hot coffee and breakfast he brought her. He would carry her for miles when she sprained her ankle just to take her to a

was the same anymore. When she walked away, his feelings for her died. And she was the one who ended

to her knees, scrambling to

least 200 grand

she had enough to cover Jenny's medical

kneeling there, desperately picking up money, only made the hatred in Marley's eyes

done for her, he felt nothing but disgust. Marley clenched his jaw

grabbed Cheryl's arm and yanked her to her feet, his voice cold and menacing. "Since

Cheryl was practically yanked off her feet as

his hold, trying to break free. "What are you doing?! I

Marley's strength, her resistance

onto the bed. Cheryl struggled to get up, but before she could,

with humiliation. "Cheryl, to me, you're nothing more than an escort. What right do