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.

When he told her he would

that night, he had said it like he meant

maybe Brendan was not the one who had orchestrated her torment while

incarcerated.

them had been played by Charlene. He was

though, she was wiser. That delusion

all it took to reverse his stance and see Deirdre as the sinner was Charlene overdosing on sleeping pills and the words of a random janitor. That was apparently enough “evidence” for him to bring her here so she could suffer and be humiliated

for you, Brendan. You’re so blind and dense. I think you

have to say a word

world. What else did she have? Why did she even need to

Disbelief practically coursed through his veins before emanating from him like

He scoffed. “You chose this, Deirdre! You lost the right

up there if we leave her on her devices,

eager to make as much impression on Brendan as she could, so she led Deirdre up the stage. The colors

few of them began recording just so they

numbness. The cheers and shrieks of her audience