Chapter 307: Retribution

That night, Martina anxiously awaited Henry's end. She endured the pain, utterly unprepared for his cruelty—his betrayal with another man while raping her. How could he?

She vowed never to sleep with a man she didn't love, nor would she allow another woman to sleep with Manuel. She obsessed over killing Henry, making him pay.

Suddenly, Henry lifted the quilt. Panic seized her as she saw him photographing her naked body.

"Henry, what are you doing?" she cried, on the verge of collapse.

He pocketed his phone. "Just to protect myself."

"You bastard!" she raged.

"Your family's powerful, your brother's future bright. As a nobody, I need protection against your family. These photos are my insurance."

"You fucking jerk!"

"Why don't you reflect on your actions?" he sneered, his cold fury returning. "After conspiring against Susan, you call me a jerk?"

Martina yearned for revenge. She had to get revenge.

"So, Miss Sawyer, how do you feel about failing your plot and losing your virginity?"

"Shut up! You coward! You threw away your chance and raped me! You'll be cursed!" Trembling with rage, she snarled.

She couldn't believe it. Her virginity, stolen by Henry.

"Cursed? Evil people survive. You and me included," Henry said indifferently, unmoved by her hatred. She glared, momentarily wanting to die with him, but resolved to survive for Manuel's love. She wouldn't give up.

"Leave before the paparazzi see you," he said coldly.

Martina gritted her teeth, dressed, and vowed revenge.

"Martina!"

She glared.

"Perhaps we can continue our cooperation," Henry said. "Your brother might need my assistance."

"Never!" she spat, wanting only escape.

"Your photos are backed up. Try to kill me, refuse cooperation, and they'll be all over social media. Martina Sawyer, the noble lady, naked for the world. Manuel included."

"How dare you!" she screamed. A powerless man threatening her? Unbelievable.

"Whatever. I have nothing to lose. But Miss Sawyer, what a pity your noble life is ruined…"

Martina stormed out. Henry watched, sneering. He'd used their encounter to leverage the Sawyers. Yet, the thought of Susan with another man still gnawed at him. He clenched his fists.

He craved Susan, but Edward's condition—no contact with Susan, no sex—protected his share of Phillips Bank. The thought enraged him. He called someone. "How's it going?"

He meant Susan.

"Hannah took her. To avoid suspicion, I didn't stop the man."

"Where?" Henry felt a chill.

"I don't know."

His hand trembled.

"Hannah probably took her to Manuel's…"

Henry smashed his phone. Manuel, the victor. He never thought Susan would end up with Manuel, but Martina's plot had made it so. Even without loving Susan, the thought of Manuel possessing her virginity infuriated him. He would have his revenge.

The next morning, sunlight touched Susan on the queen-sized bed. She felt like she'd just napped, utterly exhausted after the night's events. She looked at Manuel, sleeping soundly beside her. It wasn't a dream.