Chapter 3
According to Mom, Garrett’s dad worked his ass off to arrange this marriage alliance with our family. If he found out his son screwed it up, Garrett would be in serious fucking trouble.
That thought cheered me up considerably. I was done dealing with these idiots and turned to leave.
But Brielle wouldn’t let it go. With backup now, she blocked my path again.
“Bitch, don’t even think about running! You stole my dress and hit me-we’re far from done!”
I looked at her with pure disgust. “What exactly do you want?”
Brielle thought she had me scared and raised her hand to slap me.
“I’m gonna beat your ass until I’m fucking satisfied.”
I immediately caught her wrist and delivered a clean, sharp slap across her face.
She stared at me in complete disbelief. “Bitch! How dare you hit-”
SLAP!
[ backhanded her again. “Are you satisfied now?”
Two solid slaps completely crushed Brielle’s attitude. She ran crying behind Garrett.
‘Garrett, you have to defend me!”
Hearing this, Garrett protectively pulled Brielle into his arms and threatened me. “Nobody touches my people and gets away with it!”
Then he signaled his bodyguards to grab me.
managed to take down one guy, but couldn’t handle the second. After taking several hits, I collapsed in pain as two guards dragged me in front of them.
Brielle, do whatever you want to her today. I’ll handle whatever happens!”
With Garrett’s guarantee, Brielle got viciously bold again.
she slapped me twice, then spit right in my face.
Bitch! You were so tough before-let’s see you act tough now!”
Then she kicked me hard in the stomach.
clutched my aching belly and glared at both of them with hatred.
You’ll pay for this. I swear I’ll make you both fucking pay!”
Brielle laughed like a maniac. “The Whitmores are one of Chicago’s Big Three families. What’s a poor bitch like you gonna do to me?”
Today I’m gonna show you what happens when you fuck with me!”
she pulled out a nail file and slashed it across my face.
My cheek immediately exploded with pain as the skin swelled and blood trickled down.
Someone commented sadly, “They told her not to cross the Whitmores, but she wouldn’t listen. Now she’s fucked.”
“Such a pretty face, too. What a waste to destroy it.”
“Us regular folks need to keep our heads down and avoid trouble.”
Looking at Brielle raising the nail file to slash my face again, I desperately opened my mouth to beg for mercy.
I was wrong! Take the dress-I shouldn’t have fought you for it.”
Better to live to fight another day. Right now, saving my face was the priority.
But Brielle just sneered mockingly and slashed another cut across my face. “Bitch! Way too late for apologies now.”
“I’m not letting you go until I’ve completely destroyed you!”
I screamed and turned to Garrett desperately. “Garrett, aren’t you afraid of who I am? You’ll regret letting her do this to me!”
Garrett looked absolutely disgusted. “Who are you? You’re just that slut’s daughter! That old hag seduced my dad and made him lose his mind, forcing him to arrange this shitty marriage for me. What are you pretending to be, some big shot?”
Brielle’s eyes flashed with pure evil. “If your mom’s a slut, then you’re definitely a little slut. Today I’m gonna Strip you naked and teach you a fucking lesson!”
“No!”
Just then, my phone rang. I struggled to answer it, but Brielle viciously snatched it away.
She swiped to answer, and Mom’s cheerful voice came through.
“Willa, how’s the dress shopping going?”
I immediately screamed for help. “Mom, help me! Someone’s beating me up and threatening to strip me!”
Mom went ballistic. “What! Who’s doing this!”
“I’ll tell you exactly who I am! The name’s Brielle Whitmore! Your slutty daughter is acting like a whore, so I’m gonna teach her some fucking manners!”
Mom’s voice was absolutely frantic. “I don’t care who you are! Let go of my daughter right now or you’ll fucking regret it!”
“Come and try me, bitch. I’ll be right here waiting to skin you alive too!”
She hung up and violently smashed my phone to pieces.
The next second, another slap landed hard on my face, and Brielle roared with fury: “You and your mom are cut from the same slutty cloth. When she gets here, I’ll strip both of you fucking naked!”
Time crawled by. It felt like hours, but it was probably only five minutes.
Finally, a familiar black Lincoln appeared.
Mom stepped out of the car. “Let’s see who dares to skin me alive!”
