Chapter: 627
Dragging Maddie down was all she could do, but what about her daughter?

The other men wouldn't hesitate to harm Aimee and Nola.

Once freed, Maddie slapped Bethany hard twice.

"I offered you two choices out of respect for Dad! If you mess with me, I'll involve your friend Aimee too! Is she your best friend? Today, I'll make her regret ever knowing you!"

Suddenly, Nola's and Aimee's voices could be heard close by “Mommy |"

“Bethany !"

Bethany tried to look towards the voices, but her vision was clouded with blood. She couldn't see clearly, but she recognized their voices.

"Maddie, please, let them go... I agree to your conditions... I agree!"

"It's too late now."

Maddie was never going to let either Bethany or her daughter go.

Jonathan's son had escaped her grasp, but she now had Jonathan's daughter, and she wouldn't let her slip away.

Only she could have Jonathan's children.

“What are you waiting for? Strip her!" Maddie's voice pierced through the air, snapping the men out of their daze.

“Mommy! Let go of my mommy!" Nola, bound and terrified, wailed desperately.

Aimee cursed, "Maddie, you fucking bitch! Even if you have these bastards force themselves on Bethany, she'll always be a thousand times cleaner than you, and Jonathan will still never look at you!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Maddie stormed over, slapping Aimee hard before yanking her hair viciously. "Your turn is coming, bitch! Watch what they do to your friend, and you'll soon know what real fear feels Like!"

“Bah!" Aimee spat in Maddie's face, her voice unwavering. "Even if you kill me, Jonathan will never love you! You're living in a sick fantasy! You disgusting slut! Even if you threw yourself at him, Jonathan would walk away in disgust. Ah!"

Maddie's eyes blazed with rage as she tightened her grip on Aimee's hair, nearly ripping it from her scalp.

"Say that again!"

“Nobody wants you! You're nothing but trash! You're a bastard, and your mother loved fucking another woman's husband!" Despite the pain contorting her face, Aimee's voice remained steady and defiant.

She would never beg for mercy.

While Aimee's defiance echoed through the room, Bethany was already being stripped by the men, her clothes in tatters, exposing large areas of skin.

One of the men jeered, already half-naked and leering. "I'm first! I like this one!"

Bethany curled into herself, refusing to give in even as they beat her. Her vision blurred, consciousness slipping, but she fought to stay alert.