Second Chance At Love

Chapter 64

Sophia clenched her jaw. Jason’s revenge had gotten her father framed for “stealing research secrets.” Destroying that “evidence” was her father’s only shot at staying out of prison. Three years ago, Jason probably felt quilty for pinning the crime on him, but now he was using it manipulate her. Fine. If keeping her father safe meant spreading her legs for some creep, so be it. Life was already a bitter pill, and her time was limited. This body was just a shell. As long as she could protect her loved ones, nothing else mattered

Jason watched her anguish twist her features, a prickling ache spreading through his chest. He looked away, drawling. “What do you think it will take for me to let him go?” Before she could answer, he lashed out with his leg, sending her sprawling

“I’ll sleep with whoever you want!” Sophia choked out, her voice ragged. “I’ll do whatever you say from now on!”

de? This woman.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut, the veins on his forehead bulging. “Is that all she wants? To sleep with some random dude?

she’s… she’s…”

“Jason, my stomach hurts!” Ada whimpered from his arms.

He took a deep breath, shoving down the inferno in his gut. Frustration gnawed at him as he tossed Ada into Aaron’s arms. “Get her to the hospital. Top doctors, best care for the baby.” If Ada lost the baby because of Sophia’s shenanigans, explaining it to the Wilsons and Terence would be a

nightmare. Now that her family fortune was gone, Sophia had no leverage. Killing Ada’s child could land her in jail.

Aaron grimaced, taking the struggling woman. He tried his best to be invisible, but this kind of shit always found him. “Yes sir, on it.”

Ada’s eyes widened as she reached for Jason’s sleeve. “Jason, please take me. Something’s wrong with the baby. My stomach can you stay with me?” Ignoring her, Jason barked at Aaron, “Move it!”

After Aaron and the whimpering Ada disappeared, Jason approached Sophia slowly. He crouched down, digging his fingers into her chin. Pain shot through her jaw. “Last time you ‘entertained George, you called Oliver and Luna, ruining the whole deal. Sophia, you think you’re some kind of dignified rebellious princess? If I have you entertain someone again, will you actually follow orders this time?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up, one hand clutching his coat, the other hand bracing her against the snow. “Dignified? There‘ nothing dignified about me. I’m just a worthless pawn now. Four years of your games, and I’m nothing but a wreck.” Her body bore the scars. a removed fallopian tube, a heart forever wounded, the memory of a lost pregnancy. The life she led, forced to sell herself, had left its mark on her soul. She felt broken, hollowed out. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Her self–deprecation reignited Jason’s fury. He remembered the muffled sounds from the phone call days ago. He let go of her chin, his grip shifting to her collar, his eyes hardening. “Did that bastard touch you these past few days?” Sophia’s lips twitched, a flicker of hate flashing in her eyes. “You already know the answer, don’t you? Why ask?”

A cruel smile played on his lips. He ripped her clothes in front of her, his gaze falling on the bruises and marks–silent proof of betrayal. “Sophia, you’re a real piece of work.” With a shove, he sent her sprawling. “Get up.”

Sophia bit her lip, needing every ounce of courage to rise to her feet. His stare was brutal, like ice picks boring into her. It felt like it could see right through her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

He took a couple of steps back, his voice a low growl. “Drop to your knees,”