After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

One of the men stepped forward with a lecherous grin. "We're here to show you a good time."

The others burst into laughter and began closing in on Aveline.

A wave of nausea hit her as her face grew even paler. Desperately trying to stay calm, she said, "Who sent you? How much were you paid? I'll double it if you let me go!"

The men hesitated, exchanging glances. One of them asked, "You really have that much money?"

There's a chance! Aveline quickly nodded. "I do. Name your price, and I'll pay it!"

She pulled out her phone. "I can transfer the money to you right now!"

Her fingers moved swiftly over the screen, but before she could dial, one of the men snatched the phone from her hand. He glanced at the screen and sneered. "You think we're that easy to fool?" With that, he smashed her phone on the ground, then stripped off his shirt, revealing a body covered in tattoos.

money—we want you. Don't fight it. Please us, and we'll let you go quickly. Otherwise..." He pulled out a knife, its blade gleaming as he waved it in front of her.

"Alright, boys, get her!"

man's command, the others began stripping off their clothes and lunged

evade them, but the sofa offered little room to escape. In an instant, they had her pinned down, grabbing her arms and legs as they tore at her clothes. "Please, don't touch me!" Aveline cried out in despair, tears streaming down her face. "I'll give

Aveline cried, the more excited the men became. Their

"No, no! Please, help!"

finished his cigarette on the balcony and was heading back

"Why are you leaving so

guys have fun.