Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 58

“It seems Ms. Hart is truly tired,” he said, his hand landing on Grace’s shoulder, his tone suggestive. “I have a presidential suite upstairs. Let me take her up to rest.”

Cassian immediately understood, his face beaming with a sycophantic smile.

“Then... we’ll have to trouble you, Mr. Brooks.”

In that moment, Grace’s consciousness plunged into darkness.

Like a puppet at their mercy, she was half-carried, half-dragged out of the private room by Simon Brooks and Lucian.

Before she completely lost consciousness, the last thing she heard was Lilian’s voice, like a devil’s whisper.

“Congratulations on your marriage, Grace.”

An unknown amount of time passed.

Grace was woken by a bone-chilling cold.

The air conditioning in the hotel suite was turned down low.

She struggled to open her eyes and found herself lying on an absurdly large, soft bed.

Her head was splitting.

Her body still felt limp, without a shred of strength.

Where was this?

Memories, like beads from a broken string, began to reconnect one by one.

The dinner... the juice... Lilian’s deceitful face...

And Simon Brooks’s disgusting, lust-filled eyes.

A jolt shot through her, and Grace was instantly wide awake.

She shot up and looked around.

It was a gloriously decorated presidential suite.

From the direction of the bathroom, she could hear the sound of running water, mixed with the greasy sound of a man humming a tune.

It was Simon Brooks.

She had to escape!

Grace bit the tip of her tongue. The sharp pain cleared her muddled mind a little more.

She struggled and rolled off the bed, falling to the carpet with a soft thud.

Ignoring the sharp pain in her knees, she scrambled on all fours toward the door.

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