One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 34: Ashley’s punishment

In another room, Ashley was screaming her lungs out. Her voice was already hoarse from excessive shouting, each cry ripping painfully from her throat. At first, she pleaded, begging anyone who would listen to let her go.

No one answered. When her pleas failed, she resorted to threats, cursing and swearing with whatever strength she had left, but even then, no one paid her any attention. Eventually, her voice broke completely, dissolving into helpless sobs. Fear crawled up her spine and wrapped tightly around her heart, suffocating her from within.

Liam stood nearby, watching indifferently as Roman carried out his task with chilling calmness. Roman showed no hesitation as he chopped off the hands of the men who had dared to touch Lena. The sound of flesh meeting steel echoed through the room, followed by agonized screams that were quickly cut short. Blood splattered across the floor, staining it a deep, horrifying red.

Ashley, forced to witness everything, couldn’t hold it in. She retched violently and vomited on the floor, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Terror completely overwhelmed her. Her legs trembled so badly that she lost all strength in them. Warm liquid soaked her clothes as she urinated on herself, humiliation mixing with fear. She had never imagined things would end like this.

When it was finally her turn, Ashley collapsed to the ground, unable to stand. Roman, already briefed on what he was supposed to do to her, didn’t waste a second. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her head up, his expression cold and emotionless. With a sharp knife in his hand, he carved a deep, brutal mark across her face. The blade sliced through her skin mercilessly, and blood immediately poured out in frightening amounts.

Ashley screamed once, just once—before the pain became too much. Her vision blurred, and everything went dark as she passed out.

"The boss said she must not die," Liam said calmly, as if he were discussing something trivial.

"She still needs to serve five men."

Roman nodded. "Alright."

He pulled out a small first-aid box, dabbed the wound roughly to slow the bleeding, then took out a needle and thread. Without any care for neatness or appearance, he began to stitch her face. The sewing was rough, uneven, and painfully crude. His only goal was to keep her alive, nothing more. When he was done, Roman and Liam dragged the unconscious bodies of the three victims into their van. They dropped the two men at a hospital without explanation, then drove off with Ashley still unconscious in the back.

Later, they paid some street men to have their turn with Ashley.

The men were thrilled, some even willing to do it for free. Roman handed them the substance they had prepared earlier, and together they forced it into Ashley’s mouth. Her body jerked, then went limp as she collapsed onto the floor. It didn’t take long before the heat coursing through her veins woke her up.

Ashley screamed and clawed at herself, tearing at her clothes in desperation. Her face was bloody and grotesque, her mind clouded by the drug burning through her system. Roman had already set up his camera and then left the room. Whatever happened next no longer concerned him. He had warned the men not to go too far, she must not die. Aside from that, they were free to do whatever they pleased.

Ashley, barely aware of her surroundings, saw unfamiliar faces hovering over her. In her drug-induced haze, she mistook them for willing partners and threw herself at them. At first, she felt excitement, even pleasure, and her distorted mind welcomed it. But soon, pain began tearing through her body. The men were rough and vicious, showing no mercy. They ignored her cries and her bloodied face, focusing only on satisfying their own desires.

Hours passed, stretching into the early hours of morning. Ashley’s beauty, though never extraordinary, was still enough to please the eyes of those men. They took turns with her, one after another, uncaring of her fear or pain. When she finally regained clarity and tried to resist, they pinned her down and continued forcefully. Ashley screamed until her throat burned, then fainted again.

By morning, it was over. The men collected their payment, laughing and satisfied, and left her broken body behind.

Roman returned later, retrieved the camera from them, and left the warehouse. He sent the location to Evans and Mr. Smith, then got into the car and sped away without looking back.

Meanwhile, Evans and Mr. Smith had been pacing the house since morning. At first, when Ashley didn’t return in the evening, they hadn’t taken it seriously. But as night fell and there was still no sign of her, panic slowly crept in. They called her phone repeatedly, but it either went straight to voicemail or disconnected without ringing. Selena was so stressed that she eventually sat down, staring blankly into space.

By morning, Evans had had enough.

"What do you think happened to her?" he asked Mr. Smith anxiously.

"How would I know?" Mr. Smith snapped. "I’ve been here with you."

"But you were with her yesterday," Evans pressed.

"And you assured us this plan would succeed."

Mr. Smith ignored him and angrily dialed Ashley’s number again.

"Where did this useless girl run off to?" he cursed.

"She always fails to mess things up."

"Why did you let her handle it alone?" Selena asked sharply, standing up. "You know Lena has Mr. Black backing her. If anything went wrong, he’d take it out on Ashley."

She narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Did you do this on purpose? To avoid responsibility if Mr. Black finds out?"

"No!" Mr. Smith said quickly. "She insisted on doing it herself. I personally gave Lena the drugged wine. All Ashley had to do was take her to the room from the bathroom. I even sent two men to help her."

Selena sighed deeply. She knew Ashley’s hatred for Lena could easily push her into recklessness.

Evans watched silently, regret filling his chest. These people were no longer useful. He should have stuck to patience, it had always worked. He was about to be wedded to Lena and the company would have been his long time agoi. Now everything had fallen apart because of Ashley and her foolish schemes.

Just as he decided to cut ties with them, his phone buzzed. An unknown number sent him a message revealing Ashley’s location. When he told Mr. Smith, he discovered the man had received the same message.

They rushed there immediately. The place turned out to be an abandoned warehouse. Suppressing their fear, they stepped inside, and what they saw made Evans retch violently.

Ashley lay naked and bloodied on a large bed.

They didn’t need anyone to explain what had happened.

Mr. Smith ran outside, unable to bear the sight. Selena broke down, crying hysterically as she covered Ashley with a bedsheet. Evans turned away in disgust, stepping outside to catch his breath.

Mr. Smith clenched his fists, his face twisted with rage.

"Lena... I underestimated you," he muttered before bursting into mad laughter. "I will destroy you, just like I destroyed your mother."

Evans watched him quietly, wondering if Mr. Smith was truly Lena’s father, because no father should hate his child this much. Still, Evans chose to ignore it.

Their family problems were no longer his concern