Chapter 17
My husband threw me into a sx club after canceling our wedding.
Becasue he thought I hurt my sister.
I was forced to become a stripper.
Within two monthes, my legs were also crippled.
Later, he finally came to me.
But I just kneeled at his feet, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
When he finally found out what happened to me, he was regret,
“I’m sorry, Grace. I didn’t know they would do that.
Please come back. I won’t let you get hurt again.”
I just shook my head and begged him, “Just let me go please.”
When I limped out of Nighton, the sex club, Antonio was already waiting outside.
My former swornenemy, Andrea Whitney, was live streaming with his phone in hand, completely capturing my dirty appearance.
They wanted to embarrass me. I used to be proud and charming, but unfortunately, I had already been tortured long enough and lost all my dignity.
Seeing me, Antonio frowned and clicked his tongue with displeasure, snorting, “Grace, what took you so long? You wanna stay in Nighton for a
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few more months? What? Wanna have some more atonements there?”
Hearing this familiar voice, I instinctively trembled. I gritted my teeth and habitually knelt at Antonio’s feet, raising my hands to start unbuttoning my shirt.
During those two months of torment, my room was filled with photos of Antonio, his indifferent voice playing day and night in a loop. I would receive male customers every day in that room.
Later, whenever Antonio’s voice sounded, I would instinctively start taking off my clothes.
I had already gotten used to it.
When I reached the third button, Antonio suddenly slapped down my hands and tightly gripped my chin, staring at me.
“Are you insane, Grace?”
I pulled back uncontrollably, recalling my past experience of being beaten. for disobeying. But then, I quickly leaned closer to Antonio and begged him with my voice trembling.
“Please… Please don’t hit me. I beg you. I’ll listen to you. I’ll do whatever you say. Please. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hurt her. I’m sorry…”
Seeing me being like this, Antonio was stunned for a moment. But then, he suddenly remembered something, and disgust reappeared in his eyes.
He sneered at me, “What are you doing this time? Play the innocent? I just made you live in Nighton for two months. No one dared to bully you there. So save it, Grace!”
Andrea, who had been live streaming at the side, doubled up with laughter. He then viciously reached out to pat my head and aimed his phone at my face again.
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He commented, “Grace, you’re quite a good actress now, huh?
“You like being naked, right? Come on! Show us your body! Let everyone in Los Angeles see how beautiful you are!”
If it were in the past, I would’ve already given him a hard punch, teaching him a good lesson.
But now, I listened to him and faced his camera, deftly unbuttoning my shirt while raising a smile, like a machine with a pre–set program.
The previous proud Grace Parrish had already been destroyed by Antonio two months ago.
At first, when I was sent to Nighton, I was beaten for three days just because I smashed the camera that was used to film me. Then, I was thrown into the backyard, and nobody cared for me. When I got starving. I could only snatch dead mice from dogs to fill my stomach.
One day, I got lucky. After a customer fell asleep, I secretly took his. phone and called Antonio, praying for him to save me and take me away.
However, he just replied to me lightly, “Sorry, Grace. Compared to what Claire has suffered, this is just a small punishment for you. You deserve. it.”
When I was crying desperately, I heard a delicate and tender sob coming from the other end of the line.
“Antonio, forget it. Maybe we should stop it. I’m fine, really. My life has already been ruined anyway.”
Later on, I was told that Antonio and Claire Parrish stayed in a hotel for the whole night that night. Countless intimate photos of the two of them were printed and pasted in my room.
These photos kept reminding me that Antonio didn’t love me.
I finally unbuttoned my shirt, and Andrea’s malicious laughter sounded. He even read some of the comments in his live–stream room. Suddenly, Antonio gave me a slap, waking me up from my memory.
His face was sullen, and his eyes were gloomy.
He shouted with his voice filled with fury, “Grace! What the hell are you doing? Since when did you become so shameless, huh? You’re really willing to show up naked in front of everyone?
“Where’s your temper? I just sent you here to let you learn your lesson! Don’t give me that look! Where’s your pride? Where’s your gut? Fight back like you used to do!”