Can’t Win Me Back

In the next moment, Jameson wrapped the arm holding the gun around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies pressed. "Good job. Not only do I not blame you, I need to praise you. You revealing the information to Angelina messed up her plans, forcing her into solo action. She fell into Preston Harper's trap and lost her life because of it. "Her death put Landon Harper into agony. His hair greyed overnight." She remained stoic. Every word coming from his mouth ripped a piece of her heart out, the bloody and shameful mess scattering across the ground.

"Keep up with your plan and go big. I know you won't disappoint me." He released her and examined her figure. "Axel Whitaker's clothes look good on you. Remember to wear the same windbreaker at his funeral.” When Amber returned to her bedroom, the shades of sunset illuminated her lifeless face.

Stumbling to the full-length mirror, she slowly removed the black windbreaker. Fully naked, she revealed the shameful marks on her frail frame, proof of Jameson's action on her over the afternoon.

The beastly gentleman did not sexually assault her, choosing instead to torture her with multiple methods. Throughout the ordeal, she lay there like a corpse, making no noise at all. After all, she was already dead on the inside. The moment he pulled the trigger on the unloaded gun, he had killed her off.

streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably. She did not have much time left. The next time he pulled the trigger

the door. "Ms. Altman!" The man at the door was a bodyguard who got

her room. There, he offered her a tube of

one of Jameson's staff members, Wesley had surely heard of the incident in the afternoon. She accepted the cream with trembling fingers and said in a tearful voice, “Thank

lived a difficult life. Have you not thought of—" His voice trailed off. His

her lashes. “I have been thinking

and worry. "You can always seek refuge under Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Beckett! Jameson Schmidt might