Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 594:

She sipped her coffee, trying to mask her discomfort.

The muffled sounds from upstairs changed, evolving into anguished screams and finally into desperate, gut-wrenching pleas.

The harsh, guttural cries were punctuated by the sharp crack of a whip, reverberating through the grand villa. Katrina’s hands shook, the coffee cup trembling against its saucer.

She’d always known Doug had a dark side, but she hadn’t imagined it was this depraved.

A chill of dread coiled around her.

Just as she gathered the courage to leave, the eerie silence upstairs brought her to a halt.

The door creaked open, and Doug emerged at the top of the staircase.

His sharp, narrow eyes locked onto her, a glimmer of amusement flickering within them.

sent a wave

escape, but Doug’s voice pinned her

you here for

herself to respond,

room upstairs. Go

another glance, Doug pushed open the patio door and strolled into the yard, golf

frozen, waiting until she was absolutely certain he was

faint, metallic scent of blood seeped through the

carrying a cup of coffee in and emerging moments later with a rumpled quilt.

dimly lit. Standing in the doorway, she called

curtains, which drew back with a mechanical

through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling onto the

of the room—an expansive two hundred square meters, barren except for a massive bed and an adjoining

the disarray, Joyce sat nonchalantly, one hand tracing the edge of the freshly changed sheets, the other

head tilted slightly back, exhaling a plume of