Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

"What is that? I don’t want it, I don’t want it..." Mika Summers shrank back in fear, but how could she possibly get away? She was tied up. There was nothing she could do but wait to die.

Gia Miller opened a packet of white powder and took some herself. Then she opened another, a wicked, cold smile on her face as she looked at Mika. "Whether you want it or not isn’t up to you. Maybe after you try it once, you’ll never be able to live without it. You might even thank me." As she spoke, Gia Miller walked over and started forcing it into Mika’s mouth.

Mika clamped her jaw shut, refusing to open her mouth. She might not have known exactly what the hell that stuff was, but she knew it had to be something terrible. Something absolutely terrifying.

Gia tried to force it in for a while, but Mika’s mouth remained sealed. Although she couldn’t get her to swallow any, the white powder was smeared all over the inside and outside of her mouth.

Gia let go and slapped Mika across the face. "Bitch! You wanna do this the hard way?! Let me tell you, once you get hooked on this stuff, you’ll never be able to quit."

Mika lowered her head, desperately trying to spit out the substance in her mouth—all of it—but she couldn’t get any of it out.

Gia raised her hand and checked the time. Tristan Grayson should be arriving soon. She waved over a man standing nearby, telling him to untie Mika. Then they could all have some fun.

She refused to believe that Tristan Grayson would stay with this woman after seeing her sleep with other men.

What she, Gia Miller, couldn’t have, no other woman would get. Tristan Grayson had ruined her family and destroyed her reputation, so she would do the exact same thing to him!

She watched those old men gathered around the box of white powder, their expressions blissful. The smile on her face grew more and more vicious.

"Director Archer, it’s time to get to work." She crossed her arms and sauntered over.

"Little whore... can’t wait to get started?"

"Director Archer, don’t tease me. Have you forgotten we have a newcomer today?"

Hearing Gia’s words, Director Archer looked toward Mika, his eyes immediately lighting up. "Ah, right. Look at me. The moment I see you, Gia, I forget all about business."

"Let’s hurry up and start, Director Archer," Gia said softly, giving him a seductive glance.

Director Archer laughed and gave Gia a squeeze, then shouted to the others around them, "Is everyone ready? We’re about to start filming!"

This was a rape scene. So, as soon as he gave the word, four or five men lunged at Mika one after another and started tearing at her clothes.

Seeing the shirtless men on the bed, Mika clutched a pillow tightly and backed away... As she retreated, she cried and begged for mercy, "Don’t come near me! Gia, I’m begging you, please make them stop!"

"Heh..." ’Stop? The day Tristan Grayson had Director Archer humiliate me, who came to save me? Who heard my cries for help? No one heard me, and no one saved me...’ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Mika’s clothes were torn to shreds, and the men had ripped the pillow from her arms. Terrified, she flailed her hands wildly, trying to keep them from touching her, but her resistance was completely useless...

Just as she fell into despair, the sound of a gunshot—BANG!—echoed throughout the room.

The men around her froze and all turned to look back. She quickly grabbed the pillow from the bed to cover herself and scrambled away.