My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 192 One of the men flung open the door and hurled Elizabeth inside with little regard for her safety.

Her drenched shirt clung tightly to her, outlining her silhouette provocatively, which ignited a raw desire in the men.

Despite the chilly rain that soaked through their clothes, a fiery lust blazed within them, compelling them to lick their lips in anticipation of possessing such a captivating woman at no cost.

Elizabeth’s head collided violently with the far door, causing a burst of stars to explode across her vision and her mind to reel in confusion.

Fearing she could lose consciousness, she bit hard on her tongue.

The sharp pain snapped her back to reality just as one of the men, eyes gleaming with malice, advanced towards her.

In a desperate reflex, she lashed out with her foot, striking him directly in the groin.

The man screamed in agony, his hands clutching his injured crotch as he staggered backwards.

scream, seized Elizabeth’s ankle and yanked her

You’re mine tonight!”

Elizabeth sideways on the seat, her cheek burning from

adjusted, she noticed two beer bottles hidden under

burning pain in her face aside and grabbed a bottle and swung it at his head in a frantic

no triumphant moment of victory or clever escape, and even the chance to snatch a shard of glass to make a stand eluded her—because the bottle did not shatter as

feeble to make a significant impact, and the man easily wrested it from her grasp, leaving her defenseless

one has to either overpower the adversary with a decisive strike or display such ferocity

efforts only

menacing men, her complexion

awaited her

one thought pierced her panic:

clung to the slim hope