Chapter 458
Spencer’s mouth twitched into a smirk. He hadn’t taken advantage of Brielle when she was undergoing surgery for appendicitis, mainly because she was unconscious then, like a lifeless body, and that just didn’t excite him.
But now, Brielle was awake, and she was also having problems with Max. It was a time when she was most vulnerable, physically and emotionally.
Spencer had fucked Sydney, but it still didn’t feel enough, like scratching an itch through a boot. When Sydney’s boyfriend mentioned running into a coworker in the department, Spencer instantly thought of Brielle. The idea of her hearing him in the throes of passion with another woman heightened his desires.
Then, he saw the news and got a phone call that further emboldened him.
Would Max still want her if Spencer could get something going with Brielle tonight and spread the photos everywhere? Would he want a woman who cheated on her fiancé?
His lips twisted into a smirk as he contemplated the feasibility of his plan.
Spencer yanked off his tie, and his gaze fell on Brielle, predatory and intense. Brielle felt the pain of her wound, and the weakness from days of being on a glucose drip left her with no strength.
Without hesitation, Spencer pounced. “Brielle, you’ve been with so many guys. What’s one more? Stop struggling. I’m going to make you feel good.”
Brielle hurled her phone at him. The phone struck Spencer’s forehead, raising a welt instantly. but this pain was nothing compared to the reaction elsewhere in his body.
Usually, Brielle could have easily taken Spencer down with her clever moves, but weakened as she was, she could only retreat and look for an opening.
Spencer, looking smug with triumph, had already ravaged Brielle with his eyes. As he lunged for the second time, he pinned Brielle beneath him and started to tear open her shirt buttons.
“So beautiful.”
Her neck was as graceful as a swan’s.
Spencer felt a heat surge through him. His eyes reddened with desire. He leaned down, ready to bite down viciously. But before he could touch her, a sharp pain exploded in the back of his head, and his face went pale.
Brielle, clutching a lamp, retreated. Seeing the blood on the lamp, she panicked.
Spencer touched the back of his head and found blood, and his lips thinned with determination as he continued his assault. He would rather die on top of her than give up.
His lips approached, and just as he was about to bite into her flesh, Brielle struck a second
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blow.
Spencer felt dizzy, collapsing on top of her, drained of strength.
The pain in his head threatened to crush him, and he even contemplated using his last ounce of strength to strangle Brielle–to die together.
Silence hung between them. Ten years of warmth and beauty were now sharp as knives raining from the sky.
Brielle’s fingers trembled. Her wound felt like it was tearing open.
Spencer mustered his last bit of energy, rolling off her, gasping for air. “Brielle, you’re ruthless.”
He wouldn’t expect her to call for help. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her shirt half unbuttoned, exposing her pale neck.
Somehow, that image of brokenness pierced Spencer’s heart. Regret washed over him, and he tentatively reached out to grasp her hand. “Brielle?”
She didn’t respond. Her eyes were open but seemingly senseless. Panic set in for Spencer, “Brielle, you-
Before he could finish, Brielle blinked slowly, gripped the lamp, and swung it at him again.
Spencer vomited blood from the blow. Brielle was intent on killing him.
“Fine, let him die,” she thought, “not a tear shall be shed for him.” Brielle’s mind was blank. Her body’s instinct to protect itself told her she couldn’t stop, or she would fail to protect herself as she had failed to protect that child.
The phone rang frantically, and someone was pounding on the door. Faith’s voice was shrill, “Spencer! What the hell are you doing in there? Are you okay?!”
“Crash!”
The door burst open under the security’s force, and Faith screamed at the scene before her, striding over to push Brielle aside. “Are you insane, Brielle? Have you lost your mind?”
With a wooden expression, Brielle seemed to snap back to reality, looking down at Spencer, who was already unconscious.
Her grip on the lamp loosened, and her lips trembled.
Faith tested for Spencer’s breath with a finger under his nose; he was still breathing, and only then did she break down in tears.
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