Chapter 298 Want to Leave
In the darkness, Anna struggled to hold back her tears, desperately trying to keep them from falling.
She answered softly, "There's really nothing to say, honestly, because it's not that big of a deal. Caleb is just upset because I broke up with him, and he's trying to find some balance. If you hadn't found me, he would have let me go in a few days. I'm really tired now, let's just get some rest."
Bella hadn't slept much these past few days, but seeing Anna now, she felt wide awake.
Anna took a deep breath, and the memory of those men's hands roaming over her body flashed through her mind, making her afraid to close her eyes.
Bella reached out to hug her, but Anna instinctively recoiled from Bella's touch. Bella paused, her hand turning red.
Bella stared at Anna in shock, seeing the terror in her eyes and the bruises on her body. Bella's eyes widened, her voice trembling, "It was Caleb, wasn't it? He forced himself on you."
Anna immediately curled up at the head of the bed, hugging herself tightly. "Bella, don't push me, please don't push me. I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay, we won't talk about it. Anna, it's all over now, it's all over." Bella cried as she slowly reached out to hug her.
Eventually, Bella managed to soothe Anna to sleep, but she herself couldn't sleep anymore, her hatred for Caleb reaching its peak.
After leaving the Maple Street villa area, Caleb's black sedan cut through the city's noise like a blade in the night, heading straight for his brightly lit nightclub.
Outside the car window, neon lights flickered, contrasting sharply with his stern face inside.
The issue with Debra was like a ticking time bomb hanging over him, impossible to ignore. He knew he had to deal with Debra immediately; she was a constant threat.
Entering the nightclub, it was a world of dazzling lights, deafening music, and shadowy figures, the air thick with the mingling scents of alcohol and perfume.
Caleb moved through the crowd with steady steps, each one exuding undeniable authority. His private booth was deep within the club, a relatively secluded and luxurious space where he handled personal matters.
As soon as he settled into the soft sofa, one of his men appeared silently before him, bringing a terrified, disheveled Debra.
Debra's clothes were too revealing, barely covering the bruises and scars from her long-term work at the club. Her heavy makeup couldn't hide the deep despair and exhaustion in her eyes.
The proud, sweet heiress she once was had vanished, replaced by a woman ravaged by life.
Seeing Caleb, a glimmer of indescribable hope flashed in Debra's eyes, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.
She rushed to him, her knees hitting the ground hard, clutching his legs tightly, tears mixed with makeup streaming down her face, her voice trembling and hoarse, "Please, Mr. Hayes, let me go. I know I was wrong. Every second here is torture. Those customers, they're not human. Please, let me leave. I'll do whatever you say, just let me escape this place. I promise, I won't say anything, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
Caleb gently lifted her chin, his deep eyes showing a mix of sympathy and helplessness. "Seeing you like this is really tough. But you should know, there's no turning back in this world. However, since you've come to me, I'll give you a chance."
His tone carried a hint of subtle warmth but was mostly firm and decisive, "Remember, you only get one shot. You have to prove your worth with your actions."
With that, Caleb signaled his men to take Debra to treat her wounds, while he pondered how to handle this problem, aiming to rid himself of the trouble while giving her a slim chance to start over, despite the uncertainty. In this dazzling night world, everyone's fate floated like driftwood on dark currents, unsure of where they would end up.
But Debra didn't know that Caleb's mercy was just a temporary facade; he had no intention of letting her off easily.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the mist, Debra was finally released from the dark, suffocating club.
Her steps were unsteady, as if walking on cotton, her body trembling from prolonged torment and fear, covered in a mix of old and new scars.
The sunlight felt blinding to Debra, like a mocking reminder from another world.
She couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed by the roadside, tears streaming down in a flood, her cries filled with helplessness and despair, unable to recall how she survived those two days and nights of darkness and fear.
Passersby were drawn by her sudden cries, casting curious glances. A kind woman approached, her voice filled with concern, "Miss, what's wrong? Are you in trouble? Do you need help?"
Debra suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot, her voice hoarse as she shouted, "Get away! All of you, leave me alone!"
The passersby were startled by her reaction, shaking their heads and murmuring, "She must be crazy!"
They quickly left, unwilling to get involved.
After venting her anger and frustration, Debra struggled to her feet, dragging her exhausted body back home.
Debra locked herself in her room, starting to clean herself from head to toe. She used cold water to wake herself up, then applied makeup to cover the unhideable scars.
The marks on her neck were too obvious, so she found a scarf to tightly wrap around them, hiding the humiliating traces. The scars on her arms could only be covered with long sleeves, making her look out of place in the summer heat.
Standing in front of the mirror, Debra carefully examined herself. The reflection felt unfamiliar and sad. She had once been so beautiful and confident, but now she was haggard and miserable.
She knew her current state was terrible, devoid of any beauty.
Debra now realized the true terror of Caleb; he was even more frightening than Sterling.
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