Chapter 5

Donald said, "Rosalie, I'm taking some friends out to dinner tonight. Call Isabel and get ready. I'll have someone pick you guys up in a bit."

"Really? Great! We were just wondering what to do for dinner," Rosalie Lodge said brightly.

Damian let out a cold snort, stood up, and walked over to Donald. With a look, he signaled to Vincent to hang up. Then he drove his foot viciously into Donald's chest, cursing, "You're actually selling out your own sisters. You don't even deserve to be called human."

As he spoke, he waved a hand and stepped back. Pointing at Donald, he said, "Keep going. Break his arms and legs."

The bodyguards charged at Donald, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him back into the room to continue the beating.

Damian turned and leaned close to Vincent, murmuring, "Have a bed brought in here. Also, get a huge trunk. I want Donald stuffed inside it."

Vincent's face twisted into a nasty grin. He nodded, then pulled out his phone and hurried out of the room, jogging down the stairs.

Half an hour later, he came back and hurried over to Damian, holding up his phone. "Mr. Halston, the test results are in. Ms. Sutherland is pregnant with Donald's baby."

Damian sneered and walked out of the room. He headed straight to the empty unit on the left side of the second floor, where a large bed had been set up in the middle, and a huge wooden trunk sat in the corner.

He ordered the bodyguards to get Donald, whose arms and legs had already been broken and whose mouth was sealed with duct tape, into the trunk.

After dismissing the bodyguards, Damian walked up to the trunk, his sharp gaze boring into Donald, who lay unconscious in the trunk. He turned to Vincent and said, "When his sisters get here, wake him up, then shut the lid. Send him to the hospital later tonight and have him castrated."

Vincent nodded. Damian let out a huff and asked, "Has that bitch gotten rid of the bastard yet?"

Vincent answered, "Robert's still at the hospital. Our people can't get into Ms. Sutherland's hospital room."

"Watch them closely. If she dares keep the bastard, arrange for someone to 'help' her take care of it."

"Yes, sir. The driver's already picked up Donald's sisters. They'll be here in half an hour, tops."

Damian grunted in response and walked out of the bedroom. "When the car pulls up downstairs, wake Donald up. I want him to hear his sisters moaning and screaming beneath me."

"Yes, sir." Vincent followed Damian out of the room and strode over to the bodyguards waiting outside, assigning them to their posts as Damian had instructed.

Half an hour later, upon hearing a car pull up downstairs, Vincent headed back into the bedroom with two bodyguards. A few minutes later, when they came back out, chaotic footsteps sounded on the stairs, growing closer and closer.

Vincent nodded at Damian. The latter, sitting on the chair in the living room, knew the bodyguards had brought Donald's sisters up and that Donald had been woken.

Damian ground his teeth, stood, and watched as the bodyguards pushed two young women with duct tape over their mouths into the unfinished apartment. He walked up to them at an unhurried pace and was momentarily stunned by how beautiful they were.

The sisters were identical twins, down to their outfits—matching cream-colored long dresses under black knit cardigans. They were slim, with graceful figures, flawless skin, and delicate features.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, which only made their chests strain against the fabric, their waists look even more slender, and their long legs even more eye-catching. But those doe-like eyes that should've sparkled with vivacity were now wide with terror.

Satisfied, Damian nodded and tilted his head, signaling the bodyguards to drag the sisters into the bedroom. Then he followed at a measured pace and ordered the bodyguards out of the room.

Moments later, the sound of the women yelping in panic rang out from inside. That was soon followed by broken, hysterical sobbing.

After what seemed like ages, Damian finally got out of bed. He grabbed the clothes hanging over the wooden chair by the bed, lit a cigarette, and sauntered to the edge of the mattress. When he saw the twin smears of blood where the sisters lay, he took a long drag of his cigarette and let a wicked smile curl his lips.

"Know why your brother called you?" he asked. "Because he seduced my wife and knocked her up. If I hadn't found out in time, I'd be raising his kid in a matter of months."

He took another deep drag and sat at the edge of the bed, casually smacking the nearer sister on the ass.

The two women's sobbing that had been echoing through the room suddenly cut off, as if an invisible hand had closed around their throats. The young woman on the left jolted like a startled bunny, her shoulders shaking and her sobs turning into choked gasps.

Both women turned to look at Damian. The instant they realized he was still naked, they flinched like startled ostriches and yanked the sheet up, diving under it. They wrapped it tightly around their bodies, leaving only their tear-filled, panicked eyes peeking out.

Damian lounged there, blowing a smoke ring, unfazed by their reaction. He took another deep pull on the cigarette, then flicked the butt away carelessly.

After resting for a few minutes, he got off the bed and quickly pulled his clothes back on. Once he was dressed, he went straight to the wooden trunk. He turned to Donald's sisters and fixed his gaze on them, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He rapped lightly on the lid of the trunk, as if wanting to intimidate the young women. Then, he crooked a finger at the two of them and, in a tone that made it clear there was no room for argument, said, "Come here."

They just shook their heads, refusing to budge.

Damian's expression went dark. He glared at them and barked, "Get over here, or I'll tell my men to come in!"

The words jolted the sisters. They stiffened and exchanged a horrified look, seeing nothing but despair and helplessness in each other's eyes. After a brief, suffocating silence, the woman on the left finally broke. Trembling, she began to inch toward the edge of the bed.

The woman on the right hesitated, but when she saw her sister moving, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to follow, slowly climbing off the bed as well.

Once they were on their feet, the twins looked lost and uneasy. Still clutching the sheet tightly around themselves as if it were a shield, they shuffled forward in tiny, reluctant steps toward the trunk, every step feeling like it weighed a ton.

Damian flipped open the lid, grabbed the closer sister by the arm, and yanked her to him. The moment she saw Donald curled up inside the trunk, she let out a piercing scream.