Night of Destiny

Chapter 1 A Night of Absurdities

“Anastasia, help! I’ve been molested at the club!”

The desperate and helpless sound of her best friend’s voice was the only thing on Anastasia Tillman’s mind as she rushed over to the clubhouse.

Room 808. Anastasia looked up at the number plaque on the door of the private room. It was the same room number that her best friend, Hayley Seymour, had texted her. Without another thought, she barged through the door to save her friend.

When the door swung open under her hand, she was greeted by the darkness within. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped around her wrist and dragged her into the dark room, followed by a loud thud as the door slammed shut.

“Hey—who are you, and what do you want?!” Anastasia shrieked, her eyes darting around wildly as she tried to make out her surroundings.

“Settle down, and I’ll treat you well.” A man’s deep and husky voice spoke close to her ear.

The next second, Anastasia was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch, and before she could scramble to her feet, a lean and strong body pinned her down.

She let out a muffled cry when a pair of lips that tasted like peppermint captured hers.

The man on top of her felt burning hot to the touch. A sense of hopelessness brought tears to her eyes as she tried to struggle against the man, but in the end, she could do nothing but endure the man’s ferocity.

An hour later, Anastasia staggered out of the room, looking disheveled. She had only just been through a nightmare, but that didn’t distract her from worrying about her best friend’s safety.

She was just about to call Hayley’s number when she saw a group of men and women walking out the side door. Under the lights, she instantly recognized the two of the women in the group.

One happened to be Hayley, her best friend who had cried for help on the phone earlier, and the other was Anastasia’s stepsister, Erica Tillman. The two girls walked side by side with their arms linked, as if they were the closest of friends.

Shock and rage colored Anastasia’s features when she saw them. “Stop right there, Hayley!” she called out loudly over the distance as her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Upon hearing this, Hayley and Erica swiveled around to face her. Anastasia glowered at them, ashen-faced as she demanded of Hayley, “Why would you lie to me?!”

Hayley smirked. “It’s not my fault that you’re always so gullible, Anastasia.”

“Did you have a good time with that gigolo back there?” Erica asked in a sing-song voice, smiling wickedly.

of them had set her up. The chastity she had held dear for the past nineteen years

been living in your shadow ever since we met! I hate you, and I

mocking, “I have the proof I need to show Dad that you’ve been pimping yourself for money

had been

trash, do we?” With her arm

in rage, “You became an escort for money just because I wouldn’t let you go abroad for your studies? How can

“Dad, I didn’t—”

you go to such shameless lengths? Did we starve you, or did we deprive you of anything? I can’t believe you would pimp yourself to random strangers in a filthy clubhouse! For your sake, I hope you haven’t brought any disease back to this house. Who

it. I—” Anastasia tried to explain

Francis did not want to hear another word from her. He glowered at her maliciously as he snapped, “Still lying to me, I see. Get out of this home

on her hand. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. In a

look on her father’s face. She wordlessly rose

just rounded the landing when Erica barricaded her. With her arms crossed haughtily in front of her chest, the younger girl sneered,

fists as she

hatred and anger in Anastasia’s eyes, Erica leaned forward. “What, do you want to slap me or something?” She turned her cheek toward the fuming girl

hand down across Erica’s face, resulting in

out a shrill cry. “You just hit me! Mom, Dad—Anastasia just hit

her arms and cried up the stairwell, “How dare you strike my daughter, Anastasia! What the

on Erica’s cheek, and he had never been more disappointed in his life. When did my oldest daughter become so

she burrowed into her father’s arms, taking in exaggerated deep breaths like she was in

out of here, Anastasia!” Francis

Her heart grew stone-cold when she

heart. Francis had only heard Erica’s side of the story instead of

spent her years in this home living like an outsider, for her

her

come back

as Anastasia dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips.