Chapter 15 Resistance
Brooklyn pondered, aghast, "Sebastian's possessions? What! Possessions? Does Sebastian perceive me as nothing more than an object?" A hollow laugh escaped her lips as she lifted her chin in defiance. His attempts at control seemed to bounce off her. Her gaze was scornful as she retorted, "Sebastian, you're mistaken. I am not yours, nor am I an extension of you. I'll say it once more, release me!"
With every ounce of her strength, she pushed back against his wrath and brutality. Brooklyn was well aware of Sebastian's nature - cold, heartless, and ruthless. In his world, nothing held true value, not even Megan. And Brooklyn, she was of even less consequence to him.
Instead of releasing her, Sebastian spun around, pressing Brooklyn's back against the icy wall. Clad in a thin dress, her back was almost entirely exposed. The cold had already seeped into her bones, and the added pressure sent a shiver down her spine.
"Do you believe I can confine you to this yard?" His eyes, filled with rage, bore into hers.
Brooklyn's face flushed a deep crimson as his grip tightened around her neck, threatening to rob her of consciousness. She raised her hands, attempting to push his wrists away, "Let go of me..."
But Sebastian's anger was far from quelled. His grip on her chin tightened as he spat out, "Beg me!"
In her mind, Brooklyn seethed, 'Sebastian, you sadist! You're delusional if you think I'll beg you!'
Sebastian's grip tightened once more, and this time, it seemed he might actually strangle her...
Upon seeing Brooklyn's fair face turning a ghastly purple, Sebastian closed his eyes and flung her aside.
"Bang!" The sound echoed as Brooklyn was thrown to the floor by Sebastian. Her knees collided with the cold, hard ground, sending waves of pain through her.
In her mind, she cursed, 'Damn you, Sebastian.'
Sebastian, in a fit of rage, flung open the door and manipulated the room's lighting equipment with a remote control. The Swarovski crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling bathed the entire room in light. The lavish furnishings in the hall resembled the interior of a royal palace. Even the smallest pillow was a custom-made limited edition from top brands. Sebastian had spared no expense on this house.
He never imagined that all of this would lead to a licentious woman brazenly demanding a divorce!
Sebastian rested one hand on the back of the sofa chair, his forehead marred with anger and pulsating veins.
Brooklyn struggled to rise.
"Hiss—"
Her knees were badly scraped, and blood stained her fair legs. The blood dripped onto her feet and the floor, mingling with her red high heels.
The deepest part of the wound almost revealed the white bone underneath. She wondered, 'Did Sebastian intend to kill me with that fall?'
Brooklyn bore the intense pain, even going so far as to bring up domestic violence. 'Sebastian, what more do you want?!'
Sebastian's anger was doused like a downpour upon seeing the wound and blood on Brooklyn's knee, extinguishing a large part of it.
His eyebrows furrowed unconsciously. "Come here."
His voice was low and cold.
Brooklyn gritted her teeth and retorted, "I won't die, you don't need to concern yourself."
Sebastian clenched his fist. "I'm telling you to come here."
Brooklyn thought, 'Is he joking? Walk over there so he can strangle me?'
Seeing that she remained unmoving by the door, Sebastian's annoyance flared. He strode over to her, lifting Brooklyn into his arms. Her body went weightless for a moment before she found herself pressed against his broad, warm chest.
Sebastian's potent masculine scent filled her nostrils, making her slightly dizzy.
Then, Sebastian roughly deposited Brooklyn onto the plush couch. The couch's elasticity bounced her back up as soon as she landed...
Before she could even steady herself, a hand pressed down on her shoulder, keeping Brooklyn firmly on the couch.
Any sliver of hope Brooklyn had for Sebastian was utterly crushed by him.
The pain in her knee caused her brow to furrow. Sebastian pressed down on her leg, examining her injury with a sense of urgency.
"You're right, you won't die."
That was Sebastian's diagnosis.
In pain, Brooklyn questioned, "Sebastian, what is it that you truly want? Will you only be satisfied when I'm crippled?"
Faced with Brooklyn's volatility and anger, Sebastian's reaction was unnervingly calm. He glanced at her dismissively, ignoring the fury in her eyes. "Dr. Mitchell, can't you see that this minor wound won't cause disability? If you can't even accurately assess this basic injury, perhaps you shouldn't be a doctor."
"You! Sebastian, if you're here to mock me today, I'm sorry, I don't have time to waste." Brooklyn retorted, attempting to leave. But as soon as she rose, a sharp pain shot through her, causing a cold sweat to break out on her back.
"Ah!"
Brooklyn cried out in pain.
Sebastian looked at her. "So, you do understand pain after all?"
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