Dumping Scumbag Boyfriend For Mr Moore

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” Jasper’s deep, cold voice questioned as he glared at Sarah. Everyone one of the guests in the penthouse could feel the anger emanating from him just because of how he sounded. Sarah's face drained of color, her hand midair, desperately wishing she could stop time itself. The shards of the broken sculpture at her feet. She knew that Jasper cherished the crystal sculpture because it was given to him by Matilda. His best friend and her own step-sister. He cherished it so much that he cleaned it by himself. Not even servants were allowed to clean it on his behalf. Another reason he cherished it so much was because Matilda had disappeared four years ago, and this was the last gift she had given him. Now, she had mistakenly caused it to become shards. As expected, Jasper’s face was cold and rigid. “I...” Her throat tightened. She almost couldn't breathe properly with his cold gaze on her. “It was an accident.” “An accident?” Jasp

“Come on, Sarah. You can’t hide forever.” Tina’s grip was firm around her wrist, dragging her inside Rozame. A well-known luxurious club. Sarah tugged her arm back, but Tina wouldn’t relent. “You’ve spent two days locked up. Tonight, you’re going to remember that Jasper isn’t the only man in this city. You need a rebound. Or at least a distraction.” The word rebound made Sarah realize her heart was still bleeding. Still, she let Tina lead her deeper inside. She wanted to believe in the possibility of forgetting even for a night. They were greeted by the heavy sound of bass, people cheering and singing along, and couples dancing intimately. Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but then, Tina wanted her to cheer up, and she decided to enjoy herself as well. Maybe, just maybe she would forget about her sorrows. Tina ordered a drink from the bartender, and Sarah could feel the gaze of the surrounding guys. That made her slightly uncomfortable. She wasn't used to being in such

As the morning sunlight streamed into the room, casting a soft glow over the disheveled sheets. Sarah slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she took in her surroundings. The second was the time glowing on the digital clock across the hotel room. 10:07 A.M. A warm ache filled her body as the memories of last night resurfaced, her cheeks heating as she noticed the red and purple marks scattered across her skin. She had slept with her neighbor! “Oh, God,” she shrieked, dragging a hand over her face. Her voice sounded hoarse. Her body, however, told a different story. She feels so sore under there, and she couldn't help but remember how shameless she had last night. At first, it was painful, but after that part, the satisfaction she felt from the pleasure was immense and she even begged him not to stop. Her face flushed red and Sarah felt satisfied. She had lost her virginity in vain. At least the man knew how to handle her well. Although it was Sarah’s first time, that doesn

“Let me go!” Sarah’s screamed out loud as two guards seized her arms, one on each side. Their hands were rough and unyielding, fingers digging into her flesh as if she were a criminal instead of a daughter being dragged through her own home. “Let me go!” she shouted again, twisting violently, her hair slipping loose from its tie and falling into her eyes. They did not loosen their grip. If anything, they tightened it. Her heels scraped harshly against the polished marble floor as they dragged her backward. The sound echoed—long, ugly, helpless. The familiar walls of the Vance family sitting room blurred as she was hauled toward the center, her breath coming out in short, burning gasps. Then she saw him. Her father. He stood up from his seat, his tall frame stiff with fury, his face dark and sharp as carved stone. He stepped forward until he was directly in front of her, blocking her path like a wall she could never climb over. His eyes burned into hers. “You good-for-

What to do?… what to do?… Her phone buzzed softly, dragging her attention back. The battery icon blinked red. 15%. A sharp wave of panic washed over her. “Of course,” she muttered bitterly. “Of course.” She forced herself to breathe, slow and quiet, afraid even the sound of her own breath might betray her. The storeroom felt smaller now, the walls closing in as her thoughts raced wildly. Think, Sarah. Think. Her gaze dropped to the phone again—and then something sparked in her memory. The lounge. The apartment lounge. At her apartment complex, the front desk always called residents whenever there was a visitor, a delivery, anything at all. She had received calls from them countless times. Her fingers moved quickly as she dialed the lounge number from memory. The phone rang once but it was unreachable. She tried again and again but it was still not going through. Sarah inhaled and exhaled deeply before she tried again, her hands shaking now. But the number wasn’t going th