The Billionaire's Temptation: Love, Family and Revenge-Chapter 48: Elena Plea For Mercy

Jane wasn’t alone. A tall, muscular man stood beside her, his expression unreadable but his presence intimidating.

A slow, wicked smile spread across Jane’s face, as if she had just won a prize she had been waiting for.

"Finally, you annoying bitch. I’ve got you alone," Jane said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Elena’s eyes narrowed as she took a cautious step back. Something about the situation felt wrong—off in a way that sent a chill down her spine. Her gaze shifted from Jane to the man standing beside her, his face completely expressionless.

"What are you doing here? Especially with a man like that by your side?" Elena asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Jane let out a mocking laugh. "I urge you to guess," she said, tilting her head slightly. "What do you think I would be doing here with someone like him?"

Elena’s unease deepened. The air around them felt heavier, charged with something dangerous. The man remained silent, his presence making her more uncomfortable by the second. He wasn’t just standing there—he was watching her, studying her.

Her heart pounded faster. "Jane, what’s going on here?" she asked, her voice unsteady. The fear creeping up her spine was becoming harder to ignore.

Jane simply smirked, enjoying Elena’s discomfort.

"I don’t know what this is about or what you’re planning with this stranger, but I need to leave now. Ford is waiting for me," Elena said firmly, reaching for her purse. She turned, ready to walk past them, but before she could take another step, a sharp slap landed across her face.

The force of it made her stumble slightly. She gasped, holding her burning cheek in shock. "What was that for?!" she shouted, her anger rising.

Jane’s eyes darkened with rage. "And there’s more where that came from if I ever hear my man’s name come out of your gutter mouth again," she warned, her voice filled with venom.

Elena let out a dry laugh despite the sting on her cheek. "You don’t surprise me, Jane. Your man?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Please, be serious. A man who can’t even stand your presence?"

The words barely left her mouth before she felt another violent blow—this time from the man beside Jane.

The impact was brutal. A sharp, unbearable pain exploded across her face, and before she could process what had happened, her body hit the cold, tiled floor. She groaned, clutching her other cheek, her vision blurring from the pain.

Jane crouched beside her, smirking down at her in triumph.

"You never learn, do you?" she whispered mockingly.

Elena’s heart pounded as she struggled to push herself up. This wasn’t just some argument—this was something far worse. And she was trapped.

Elena felt a warm liquid trickling down from her nostrils. She wiped it with the back of her hand, only to see bright red staining her skin—blood.

Her chest tightened with rage and pain. She lifted her gaze, meeting Jane’s smug expression. "Jane, how dare you?" she said, her voice low but firm. "How dare you hire a man to harass me and lay his hands on me?"

The pain was almost unbearable, making it hard to speak, but she refused to show weakness.

Jane folded her arms and smirked. "Oh? Has the cat got your tongue?" she taunted. "Where’s all that confidence now? Why aren’t you raising your voice at me anymore?" She leaned in slightly, her eyes flashing with satisfaction. "I wish you would just disappear, Elena. Ford is mine. The sooner you realize that, the better."

Elena’s mind raced. She needed to get out of there, but escape seemed impossible. The only way out was the door behind Jane and the man, and they weren’t about to let her walk past them freely.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in her body, she forced herself up from the floor, wincing as she moved. "I need to leave," she muttered. Without waiting for a response, she took a step forward, hoping she could slip past them.

She barely moved an inch before she felt a sharp tug on her scalp. A scream escaped her lips as Jane yanked her backward by the hair.

"You leave when I say you can!" Jane snapped. "For now, you stay on the floor where you belong."

The pain at her scalp burned, but Elena wasn’t going to let Jane control her. Summoning every bit of strength she had, she reached up and dug her nails into Jane’s hand, scratching her skin deep enough to make her yelp in pain. Jane immediately let go, recoiling in anger.

Fury flashed across Jane’s face as she examined the scratches on her hand. "You little—" she gritted her teeth before turning to the man beside her. "Beat her up!"

Elena’s eyes widened in terror. "Jane, no!" she pleaded, taking a step back.

Her plea fell on deaf ears. Before she could react, the man’s fist slammed into her stomach with brutal force.

A sharp, unbearable pain shot through her body. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, it felt as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She gasped, her knees giving way beneath her as she collapsed back onto the cold floor, clutching her stomach in agony.

Jane stood over her, looking down with pure satisfaction. "Stay down, Elena," she sneered. "You’re exactly where you belong."

Elena trembled uncontrollably, her body wracked with fear. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Jane, of all people, would do something so cruel. Was she acting alone, or was her mother supporting her actions? The thought sent a fresh wave of terror through Elena’s already weakened body.

"Jane, you have to stop this... please," Elena managed to plead through the sharp pain coursing through her body.

Jane crouched down, her fingers gripping Elena’s blood-smeared chin, forcing her to look up. Her lips curled into a smirk as she took in Elena’s battered face.

"You’re such a pitiful thing," Jane said, her voice dripping with mockery. "Consider this your warning—stay away from my man. Next time, I won’t be so lenient."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Elena’s ear, and whispered something that made Elena’s entire body stiffen. Her eyes widened in shock, her hands trembling as fresh fear took over.

"Jane... please... tell me where he is. Is he still alive?" Elena begged, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

Jane giggled, as if entertained by Elena’s suffering. "Relax, baby girl. There’s no need to panic. My mom and dad will take care of everything. Just be a good little girl, like you always are."

Elena’s chest tightened with rage and despair. "How do you expect me to stay quiet when you’re playing with my mental health like this?" she shot back, her voice shaking.

Jane’s amused expression immediately darkened. Her eyes narrowed as she stood up sharply. "Are you raising your voice at me?" she snapped.

Turning to the man standing beside her, Jane smirked. "Looks like she still doesn’t understand who’s in charge. Give her a little reminder."

Elena’s stomach twisted in horror. "Jane, please—don’t do this. Stop!" she pleaded desperately.

Before she could say another word, the man delivered a brutal kick to her stomach. The force of the blow sent shockwaves of pain through her body. She gasped, curling in on herself, but he didn’t stop. Again and again, his foot connected with her ribs, her side, her legs. Each impact sent fiery pain ripping through her, and she felt her strength slipping away.

Her vision blurred as she struggled to hold on to consciousness. The pain was unbearable, her body battered beyond recognition. She could barely breathe, barely think.

Was this how it was going to end?

Elena’s heart pounded weakly in her chest, her mind racing as she fought to stay awake. But no matter how hard she tried, she could feel herself slipping into darkness, the sounds of Jane’s laughter echoing in her ears as the world faded away.

Elena knew that if the man continued his brutal attack, she would lose consciousness. The pain was unbearable, spreading through her body like fire. Every kick sent sharp waves of agony through her ribs and stomach. She could barely breathe.

"Please... stop," she whimpered, her voice weak and broken.

Jane watched with satisfaction, her arms crossed as she observed Elena’s suffering. Finally, with a smirk, she raised her hand.

"Stop! That’s enough," she said, her voice light and cheerful as if they were merely playing a game. "I think she’s learned her lesson."

The man immediately stepped back, his expression blank as if he felt nothing for the battered girl on the floor. Jane crouched down, gently patting Elena’s head as if she were a child.

"Good girl," Jane cooed, mock sympathy in her voice.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a dollar note and carelessly dropped it beside Elena’s trembling body. Blood from Elena’s lips dripped onto the bill, staining it red.

"That’s for you," Jane said with a cruel laugh. "I suppose you already know that you can’t tell anyone about what happened here."

Still grinning, she stood up and walked over to a small sink, washing her hands as if cleaning off the dirt from touching Elena.