Chapter 2 Betrayal and Consequences
- Upon seeing her disheveled friend, Hayley's eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.
- She aimed her phone's screen at Anastasia, instantly displaying Erica's malicious face in her view.
- Hayley was on a video call, and on the other end was Anastasia's stepsister, Erica.
- Anastasia's face turned pale in an instant. "Was this all you're doing?"
- It finally dawned on her.
- Why had my body felt off since I drank that beverage? It must have been drugged by Hayley!
- She had deliberately given herself the room key, yet someone had already been waiting inside.
- Tonight had been entirely their plan. She had surrendered her nineteen years of innocence in a single night.
- "Why? Why would you do this?" Anastasia's eyes blazed crimson as she glared at Hayley. "We were best friends!"
- Hayley's eyes turned cold. "Anastasia, did you think I saw you as a friend? Since we met, I've been a supporting act to you. I hate you—I want to destroy that face of yours!
- Enraged, Anastasia staggered back, attempting to leave, only to be blocked by a group of reporters.
- Flashes relentlessly blinded Anastasia, making it hard to keep her eyes open. Simultaneously, hurtful words pelted her like a storm,
- "Miss Tillman, who did you spend the night with?"
- "Miss Tillman, were you aware this was a scandalous party?"
- "Miss Tillman, does Mr. Tillman know you were attending such an event?"
- Anastasia's face turned ashen. She saw Hayley smirking provocatively behind the reporters—it was all their scheme.
- Betrayal by a friend, malice from a stepsister, and the loss of her innocence left her devastated.
- Anastasia's vision blurred, and she collapsed to the ground.
- The next morning, headlines exploded with news of the Tillman Family's heiress attending a scandalous party with a wealthy playboy, sending Tillman Constructions' stocks plummeting.
- Inside the Tillman Residence, Francis nearly fainted upon seeing the news.
- "How could I have a shameless daughter like you?" His voice, filled with fury, echoed through the room.
- "Dad, I didn't..."
- "You didn't? Anastasia, how can you be so shameless? So many reporters saw you in disarray, and you still won't admit it! Who knows what diseases you might have brought back." A woman on the sofa, adorned with jewels, sneered disdainfully.
- "Dad, I didn't... I..." Anastasia tried to explain desperately.
- However, Francis didn't want to hear anymore. "You dare lie to me! Do you know how much damage this has caused to the company?"
- At that moment, Erica descended from upstairs, arms folded, mocking. "Sister, not only do you fool around, but you've also caused our company's stocks to plummet. What if Dad's health suffers because of you?"
- Anastasia clenched her fists, glaring bitterly at Hayley's smug face.
- Erica approached a few steps closer, whispering in Anastasia's ear, "Anastasia, you better leave now. Don't be a nuisance in this family."
- Unable to bear it any longer, Anastasia slapped her.
- "Ah! You hit me... Dad, Mom, she hit me!" Erica screamed in pain, running towards Naomi, who sat on the sofa.
- "Anastasia, how dare you hit her!" Naomi hugged her daughter, pointing angrily at Anastasia.
- Francis looked at the handprint on Erica's face, utterly disappointed.
- When did Anastasia become like this?
- Erica glanced at her father and quickly ran into his arms, pretending to be in pain. "Dad, it hurts so much."
- Francis felt heartbroken. He looked at Anastasia coldly and said, "Pack your things and leave this house! I'll pretend I never had such a shameless daughter."
- Anastasia couldn't believe her ears. She had never seen her father so angry and disappointed. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. She remained silent and quietly went upstairs to pack her things.
- When she came downstairs with her passport and luggage, she saw her father downstairs, holding Erica tenderly and comforting her. He showed no intention of stopping her from leaving. Her heart was utterly bereft.
- Since her mother's death, she had been an outsider in this house. Her father had brought back the mistress and her daughter, whom he had kept outside.
- And now, she was being kicked out of this house.
- Erica nestled in Francis' arms, watching Anastasia drag her suitcase away with a satisfied grin.
- Finally, we got rid of this annoying burden.
- Anastasia walked along with her suitcase, lost in thought. She didn't know where to go in this city. Apart from Hayley, she had no other friends. But Hayley had already betrayed her.
- Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly had an idea to go to Dansbury.
- Studying design had always been her dream, and the Design School at the University of Dansbury had the best educational resources.
- She remembered her mother had left her a card before she passed away. Anastasia immediately used the money on the card to buy a ticket to Dansbury.
- At the same time, at the villa halfway up the mountain, the Presgrave Residence.
- Soft, warm light filled the room, highlighting the handsome face of a man. His muscular physique was accentuated by an impeccably crafted shirt.
- Elliot's eyes emitted an unfathomable coldness. "You haven't found her yet?"
- "Not yet, sir."
- "Keep searching!"
- With a stern command, memories flooded his mind—the slender figure he had passionately possessed in the darkness.
- Last night, he had mistaken his drink, losing his senses. He only remembered losing control, ravishing a girl madly.
- Her scent was intoxicating, her lips incredibly soft, her moans so pleasing as his penis moved rhythmically within the girl's warm, moist vagina.
- The girl was below him. She was in tears, desperately pleading for mercy. Despite his deep guilt, the intensity of the drug had overwhelmed him, demanding him to ravage her repeatedly.
- After that, he placed his watch in her hand before losing consciousness.
- Upon waking up again, she was gone, leaving a clear bloodstain on the sofa under the light.
- He had to find her.