Chapter 15 - The Mistress Begs
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Melissa, watching the absolute dismantling of Brandon’s power, fell to her knees. The heavy fabric scissors slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering loudly against the wood floor near my broken legs.
She crawled forward, her expensive dress dragging across the floor, tears ruining her perfectly applied makeup.
"Mr. Yates! Please!" Melissa sobbed, clasping her hands together in desperate prayer. "I didn't want to do this! I swear to God! Brandon made me do it! He said if I didn't help him, he would ruin my career! I just wanted to leave!"
Dad didn't even glance in her direction. He kept his eyes locked on my face, carefully inspecting the jagged cuts of my hair and the unnatural, swollen angle of my shattered knees.
"Did she cut your hair, Emily?" Dad asked me quietly.
I nodded, the tears flowing freely now that I was safe. "Yes."
Dad raised two fingers without turning his head. Two men in suits stepped forward, grabbed Melissa by the arms, and hoisted her off the floor effortlessly. She kicked and screamed, begging for mercy as they dragged her backward into the dark hallway. Her screams abruptly stopped, replaced by the heavy sound of a door clicking shut.
Brandon, cradling his broken wrist against his chest, backed away in sheer terror. "Who are you?" he breathed, his Ivy League arrogance completely destroyed by the realization that he had married into a world he couldn't possibly comprehend. "You're just a driver..."
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"I drive a lot of things, Brandon," Dad said slowly, standing up to face the man who had tortured me. "But mostly, I drive consequences."
Before Dad could give the final order, something completely unexpected happened.
