Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 107 Forced Choice

Brendan was forcing her to make a choice. She could save whatever remained of her dignity, but Sterling would have to lose his on her behalf. She would have to doom him to save herself.

Brendan’s sadism knew no bounds. How could he be so heartless?

Deirdre sobbed. She felt faint spells, yet her heart was ironically much calmer than before. “It’s alright,” she said, her eyes as empty as her tone. “I’ll do it.”

The room cheered. It was what everyone wanted. Amid the revelry, though, was Brendan’s increasingly stormy expression. His eyes were cold.

“Do you understand what you’ve just said? You’re going to strip yourself clean and dance in front of a crowd of strangers. If you call Sterling, the most I’ll make him do is

make him drink.”

The most he would do?

Deirdre smiled between her tears. To hell would she even believe that!

She would never believe him ever again.

she? When he told her he would never play

reason that night, he had said it like he meant it. When

proclamation. It even made her wonder… that maybe Brendan was not the one who had orchestrated

incarcerated.

them had been played by

That delusion of hope

sleeping pills and the words of a random janitor.

You’re so blind and dense. I think you

say a word more. I’ll do

ruined to the world. What else did she have? Why did

was apoplectic. Disbelief practically coursed through his veins before emanating from him like

this, Deirdre! You lost the right to even regret

way up there if we leave her on her devices, and that will

Deirdre up the stage. The colors of the lighting changed the moment the music played. Everyone looked at the stage. Their eyes fixed on the

few of them began recording just so they could share some entertainment with

of her audience