Her Glamorous Beauty

“Brein Loi?” Rebecca whispered sadly. “Why did you bring me here? What are you planning to do?” She attempted to stand up, but she realized she was tied to the bed. “Please let me go! I want to see Emerson!”

“Your Emerson?” Brandon laughed like a devil as he walked towards Rebecca. “He’s gone, baby. And you’re mine now,” He whispered beside her ears.

Rebecca tried to resist, but she could not move as Brandon pushed himself against her without leaving any space. She doesn’t have any idea what he’s planning to do, but she’s aware of what he’s doing right now.

“I will make you taste the pain of my lust!” He slowly licked her neck like a thirsty dog. “I’ll make you realize that I’m better than your Emerson.”

“Please stop this, Brein Loi. I know you’re not as cruel as what others said, so please have mercy on me. I was your friend,” Rebecca begged while trying to escape this miserable situation where she can do nothing.

“I was your friend, but what did you do? You left me alone in the middle of nowhere without acknowledging my feelings, and now you’ll remind me of those things? Well, I’m not surprised you’re a San Jose,” Brandon said.

“No. Please. I’m still your friend. I still can be your friend. So please let me go. I’m begging you, Brein. Don’t do this,” Rebecca implored.

“That’s what I like, baby. Scream in despair. I want to hear you beg me until you feel all the pain I felt when you rejected me,” Brandon said as he became more aggressive.

Brandon came to the point that he couldn’t resist Rebecca’s glamorous beauty and did the thing he shouldn’t have done. He slowly took everything from her. He wrecked her heart, her soul, and her body.

After taking what he wants, he leaves Rebecca alone in that room where she can’t find any hope. She doesn’t know what happened to Emerson, and she doesn’t know if he could still accept her after what happened.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“I will never forgive you, Brein Loi!” She screamed in her mind. “I will do everything to escape here and take revenge for everything you’ve done!”

But what else could she do? She’s tied up and can’t even move, as if her whole body is aching from what that cruel monster did. There’s nothing around except for a mirror that was hanging by the bed.

“And that’s all I need,” Rebecca soliloquised.

Despite not being able to move too much, Rebecca did all she could to reach the mirror. After a few tries, she finally got it and broke it on the floor. Slowly, she used a broken mirror to untie herself.

“The young lady!” Brandon’s man shouted when he saw Rebecca escaping.

The other men followed him and chased Rebecca. Her heart was racing; she knew they would kill her if she got caught, so she ran as fast as she could and eventually saw a car that offered her a ride.

“Who are those people who chase you, ma’am?” The driver asked while looking at the mirror. His expression shows how worried he is about Rebecca’s untidy looks. But regardless of how messy she is, she still looks pretty for him.

“They are criminals, so please don’t get near them,” Rebecca asked. “Their boss is a mafia, and he’s killing those who get near me. Thank you so much for helping me escape; I consider this a debt of gratitude.”

“No problem, ma’am. But why won’t you report them to the cops?” The driver suggested. “They shouldn’t tolerate those kinds of people.”

“If I only could, but that man has a vast range of connections; he controls even the highest officials of this state, but he’s never been satisfied with it. He keeps taking other people’s land for his own desire,” Rebecca explained.

“I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am, but can you tell me whom you are referring to?” The driver asked. “So that I can avenge you from that sh*t.”

Hearing his voice, Rebecca remembered someone. Her one and only love, Emerson. She couldn’t prevent the tears from streaming down her face as she looked in the mirror. It was nothing else but him.

“What are you doing, ma’am?” He asked. “Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look familiar with you? Would you tell me who did this to my beloved woman?”

“Emerson! Stop fooling me. I know it’s you; you saved me! You’re my savior!” Rebecca exclaimed.

The car suddenly stopped by the lamppost. The driver stepped off the car and went to the backseat. He didn’t say anything but gave Rebecca a firm embrace, as if he would never let her go no matter what happened.

“I’m sorry, milady!” Tears began streaming from his eyes. “I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I wasn’t there when you were screaming for help. I wasn’t there when you needed someone who could understand you. But I promise from now on that I will always be there for you, no matter what happened.”

Rebecca didn’t say anything, but her tears tell how thankful she is to have someone like Emerson, but now she’s wondering if he would keep what he just said if he knew what happened.

“It’s not your mistake, Emerson. It’s mine. I was so weak that I let you go just because of a tiny misunderstanding. But I want you to know that I fall head over heels with you, and I want to be with you only two times in my life, now and forever,” Rebecca said.

“If I am about to choose between loving you and breathing, I would use my last breath to say, ‘I love you, so if you’re ready, I want to marry you and stay by your side as long as we’re alive,” Emerson replied. “I promised to protect you my whole life as well as our future children.”

“I’d like to. But right now I want to know if my parents are okay. I don’t care about their stance anymore if they won’t agree with my decision, but I can’t leave them after everything that happened,” Rebecca said in a sad tone.

“Yes, you’re right. No matter what you like, as long as you’re happy, I will do it for you, even if it costs my own life,” Emerson added.

“Stop this drama. We should go now, or else those men could catch us,” Rebecca suggested. “I know they are looking for me now.”

Emerson went to the front seat and continued driving. As he looked back at Rebecca, he became curious about what really happened. She’s all messed up, and she keeps pressing her legs as if she’s in great pain, but she’s not telling him about it at all, and that feeling urges him to ask something.

“Are you okay, Milady? Do you have something to tell me?”