Chapter 478 Violet Gets Revenge
The bar was dim and chaotic.
Violet was surrounded by a group of men, their eyes gleaming with lust, predatory grins curling on their lips.
She felt trapped beneath their burning stares, like a lamb among wolves, helplessness and fear tightening in her chest.
Her eyes darted desperately, searching for any escape, but the men had formed an unyielding wall around her. Their laughter and shrill whistles echoed in her ears, like a pack of wolves cruelly toying with their prey.
She clutched her phone tightly, praying for someone to answer.
But the next second, the call was cut off.
In that moment, she felt despair and fear.
Seeing her close her eyes in hopelessness, the men around her grew bolder. Drunk and emboldened, they reached out their devilish hands towards Violet.
Violet broke down. "Don't touch me! My man will tear you apart! I'll give you any amount of money, just don't touch me!"
The men, already drunk and seeing such a beauty, had no intention of letting her go.
Their actions became more aggressive, and they directly reached into her clothes.
Violet trembled in fear, screaming and trying to push them away, kicking and hitting, but it was all in vain.
"Stay away! Get away from me!"
Violet had no idea what bar this was, but judging by the sleazy, leering looks from the men around her, she guessed it was the kind of place where the lowest of the low came to vent their desires.
"Your man? If your man was coming to save you, why did he hang up on you?"
They laughed disdainfully, tossing their cheap empty beer bottles aside, and started unbuckling their belts.
Violet's despair deepened, and she still tried to resist, but even more terrifying was the drug's effect growing stronger in her body.
The moment the drug awakened desire in Violet, a predatory glint flickered in one man's eyes. "This chick's been drugged. Looks like we hit the jackpot tonight!"
"Seems like a kind soul sent us a gift."
"Since she's here, let's enjoy her!"
The men swarmed around her, preying on her helplessness. She lacked the strength to fight back, her body defying her will and surrendering to the drug's effects.
Watching the kids finish the spaghetti he cooked, Albert's usually icy face softened a bit.
At least he could take care of BoBo and CiCi.
The two nannies holding BoBo and CiCi's hands said, "After a late-night snack, you can't go to bed right away. Let's read for a bit to help digestion."
"Okay."
Albert watched BoBo and CiCi's unenthusiastic backs, realizing they might already have a sense of what was happening.
BoBo was naturally sensitive, and though CiCi was lively, she was also smart.
The kids hadn't seen Yvette for a week, yet they hadn't asked about her once, which made Albert uneasy.
Watching the kids read, his thoughts drifted back to moments with Yvette.
Their smiles, their arguments, their shared pain and love—all deeply etched in his heart.
It was like a cruel nightmare he couldn't wake from.
Albert's eyes reddened, but his gaze remained firm.
He couldn't let the kids see his weakness, couldn't let them feel his sadness.
He had to find Yvette and bring her back—to the children, and to himself.
In a corner of the bar, more and more people crowded around to watch the obscene spectacle. Some whistled and jeered, while others decided to join in the depravity.
In the midst of this torment, Violet fainted over and over, only to be slapped awake each time. She was like a lamb torn apart by wolves, her body covered in bruises and wounds—a horrifying sight.
She had gone from initial resistance, to involuntary submission, to utter despair. Violet closed her eyes, numb with pain, her lips and hands bitten until they bled.
As the drug's effects faded and the ordeal drew to a close, Violet lost consciousness once more. She had no idea how much time had passed before a bucket of ice-cold water was suddenly dumped over her naked body, washing away much of the filth.
Violet shivered from the cold, waking up with a start, looking at the person who had come.
Seeing the woman in front of her, Violet trembled in terror.
It was Rebecca. This was all Rebecca's doing!
She knew Albert wouldn't be this cruel to her!
A man beside Rebecca covered Violet's body with a piece of torn white cloth.
Rebecca sneered, her eyes full of triumphant excitement, "How was it, Violet? Did you enjoy the experience my dad couldn't give you?"
Violet was terrified, opening her mouth but feeling like her throat and body were torn apart, unable to make any sound.
At this moment, Violet was like a broken, sullied doll, while Rebecca, dressed in designer clothes, looked every bit the part of a wealthy woman.
She touched her freshly done nails, elegant and refined. "Actually, Violet, I never intended to harm your child. I'm in my twenties, your little baby poses no threat to me. By the time he grows up, I'll already be in power. Sharing a bit of inheritance with him means nothing to me."
"But you just had to be clever and step into my territory, didn't you?" Rebecca's smile vanished, her eyes filled with malice, "I always thought I wasn't a bad person, maybe just a bit willful. But thanks to you, I discovered my 'evil' side, and now I can embrace it without a trace of guilt."
Violet trembled, not daring to look Rebecca in the eye.
Rebecca asked coldly, "That car accident, was it your doing? Hmm?"
As she spoke, Rebecca raised her hand to slap her.
Violet instinctively closed her eyes, curling up.
But Rebecca's hand stopped mid-air and then lowered.
She sneered, "Forget it, I won't dirty my hand."
This made Violet tremble even more violently.
"Your child is dead, blame yourself, you forced me." Rebecca waved her manicured hand in front of her nose, "What are you? You dare to fight me?"
"A fallen woman, trying to sleep your way to the top with some old man—do you really think that makes you better than everyone else?" Rebecca looked at Violet with disgust. "And you look down on Albert's wife? Violet, you're even worse. At least she isn't sleeping with old men."
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