Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 313 Nathaniel's POV The scene that unfolded when we entered the bedroom was something I'd carry with me for the rest of my life. A man was on top of Annie, forcing himself on her while she tried to fight him off with weak, uncoordinated movements. It was obvious she was under the influence of something. Her reactions were slow and her strength was limited, but she was still fighting with everything she had left. What I felt in that moment went far beyond anger. It was something primal and overwhelming, a raw fury that swallowed me whole and wiped out any trace of rational thought.

I didn't hesitate. I didn't think. I lunged at him like a wounded animal protecting its mate, grabbing him by the shoulders with a strength I didn't know I possessed and ripping him off Annie. He hit the floor hard, the sound echoing through the room, his eyes wide with shock. Before he could react or even try to get up, my fist connected with his face with everything I had. The impact was brutal. I felt skin split against my knuckles, felt blood, but the physical pain meant nothing compared to the rage consuming me.

It was as if every civilized instinct had been stripped away, replaced by something older and more feral. "Nate..." I heard Annie whisper faintly, her voice slurred, barely there. Hearing my name pulled my attention away for a split second, just long enough for him to recover and land a punch to my face. Pain exploded behind my eyes, but it did nothing to slow me down. I went back at him even harder, striking his stomach, then his face again. He tried to defend himself, but he was outmatched. I had purpose. "I'll kill you!" I shouted, completely losing control.

you, you son of a-" Hands grabbed me from behind before I could do real damage. Hotel security had arrived, pulling me away while others restrained him. He was bleeding, dazed, barely conscious. "Nate!" Tori appeared at my side, gripping my arm tightly. "Get him out of here! Now!" she shouted at the guards, pointing at

whispered again, trying weakly to sit up. 1/3 Tori hesitated, biting her lower lip. "It's awful to be the one to tell you... I didn't

pain was immediate and brutal, so intense it felt like the air had been ripped from my lungs. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion, horrifying, impossible to look away from. Every image was a blade. Every angle carved deeper into a confusion and sense of betrayal I couldn't

yet the images were there. Undeniable. The white dress on the floor was proof they were taken tonight. The pain was so sharp that, for a moment, I honestly thought I might fold in on myself

in. If Alexandra was somehow involved, if she was the first to see the photos, the one who "explained" the situation to Tori, that made everything feel even more suspicious. I knew Alexandra well enough to understand exactly how far she was willing to