Chloe was looking at the photos and videos of her and Andrew in her phone's gallery. She was smoking, as usual, to relieve her stress. She felt upset and helpless. She had been forced to hurt Andrew because of that fucking Dan. It hurt her deeply to cause Andrew pain.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Andrew's message popped up on her phone's screen.

Andrew: What happened to you all of a sudden, Sunshine? Why are you doing this? I know you're hiding something.

She opened his message, and her eyes twinkled as an idea popped into her mind. "I can tell him about Dan over text if I move the phone away from the necklace."

But before she could reply, she frowned as she received a message from Dan. She reluctantly opened it.

Dan: I know Andrew just messaged you. Don't try to act smart and tell him everything. I have all your phone records.

"Bloody bastard," she cursed after reading the message.

Chloe: Fuck off, asshole.

Dan: I'm warning you, stop abusing me.

Chloe: Oh, I'm so scared of your warning, asshole.

Dan: You'll pay for this. I'm already so angry.

Chloe: Just fuck off.

Then she received another message from Andrew.

Andrew: If you're online, why aren't you replying to me? Will you please tell me what's going on?

Reading his text, she could feel how much worried and frustrated he was.

"I'm sorry, Andrew. I can't reply to you. I have to ignore it. I hope you find out the truth soon." She puts the phone aside, her lips drawn down. "I wish I could tell you everything."

"Oh God, I feel so helpless," she grumbled, holding her head in frustration. She was overwhelmed—frustrated, dejected, angry, and helpless.

She didn't know this was only the beginning. She had yet to face worse. She would relive the pain of her childhood all over again. God was testing her strength and also testing Andrew's and her love. If their love was true, they would be together in the end, but if it wasn't, they would fall apart.

Suddenly, the door to her room unlocked from the outside, and she instantly turned her eyes toward it, suspicious.

Her brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth when she saw Dan. He stepped into the room with a devilish smile on his face.

He turned around to lock the door. She jumped off the bed and growled at him, "Get the fuck out of my room."

He ignored her and locked the door. She glared at him, scowling. He turned around, smirking, and stared at her bust with his eyes filled with lust. She was wearing a deep-cut dress.

"Even after my warning, you were still romancing Andrew and cursing me nonstop. So, I came here to teach you a lesson. Let's see how you don't behave properly with me after today," he said, striding toward her. She glared at him, clenching her fists in fury.

"Fuck off, asshole," she cursed again, without fear.

He harshly grabbed her jaw. "I know exactly how to shut up a badass girl like you."

He shoved her face away and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Get out—" She paused, her eyes widening in horror when Dan showed her a live video of several men repeatedly punching her Aunt Zia. She was tied to a chair, blood dripping from her lips.

"You bastard, stop it!" she roared at him in rage, but he slapped her hard across the face, knocking her onto the bed.

"This won't stop until you behave properly with me. My men will continue torturing your aunt until you learn your lesson," he warned.

She raised her head from the bed and sneered at him, her eyes burning with anger.

"What do you want?" She demanded loudly.

"I want you to obey me and be my slave." He told her about his condition.

She grew angrier but forced herself to control it, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"I'm ready to obey you and do whatever you want, but on one condition: tell your men to stop torturing my aunt." As she agreed to his demand, a smile of triumph flashed on his face.

"I don't trust a bad girl like you. First, I'll test you, and then I'll order my men to stop torturing your aunt, who is suffering because of your bad behaviour." He scoffed, and she glared at him.

"Now stand up and take off your dress like a good girl," he ordered. She shot him a disgusted look before reluctantly standing.

"Hurry up. I don't have all day to waste on you," he barked at her, and she reluctantly pulled the dress over her head. His eyes gleamed with lust as he took in her flawless, toned body.

"First, I'm going to punish you before fucking you." She continued glaring at him, feeling utterly helpless. She prayed silently for Andrew to arrive before Dan could touch her. Her body belonged to Andrew, and she didn't want Dan to ruin it with his touch.

"Get on all fours and raise your ass," he instructed sternly, unbuckling his belt.

She closed her eyes in despair and obeyed, getting on all fours and raising her hips.

He yanked his belt from the loops of his jeans. Wrapping the belt around his fingers, he raised it in the air and brought it down hard on her raised buttocks.

She flinched, biting her lip and burying her face in the mattress as the pain seared through her. He struck her again and again, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hips burned from the blows. He whipped her non-stop, leaving welts across her skin. Memories of her traumatic past flooded her mind, causing her to tremble.

"Stop, please," she screamed hysterically, collapsing onto her front, trembling as the memories made her feel weak. But he didn't stop.

"Please, stop!" she begged frantically, her voice shaking.

Dan laughed evilly, enjoying her vulnerability and desperate pleas. He wanted that only. Finally, he was satisfied and stopped whipping her.

She lay there, crying in agony as Dan's actions triggered memories of her worst fears and past traumas. Her entire body trembled from the anxiety attack, her mind spinning.

"Chloe, are you okay?" A knock on the door and Andrew's concerned voice broke through. Dan's eyes widened in shock.

Chloe calmed slightly upon hearing Andrew's voice—the voice of her healer. It was filled with concern.

"Andrew," she whispered his name like a prayer.

She needed him now more than ever. She wanted him to wrap her in his protective arms and make her forget everything. She hastily climbed down from the bed and rushed to open the door, pushing all her pain aside.