Chapter 3

At that, the bodyguards rushed to get some cigarettes out and light them. They wore sinister smiles as they came for me. They kept up a stream of threats and insults. “I’ll burn you!”

Before I could take another breath, those lit cigarettes were pressed into my skin. Burns flared up one by one, sizzling and numbing at the same time.

Right then, Steven’s phone started ringing, and he immediately shushed us.

The second he answered the call, his voice became overly sweet. “What is it, Tamara? Are you at Dreamscape? Right now?”

Steven’s tone was sycophantic. “Alright, I’ll come right over and get you!”

Once he hung up, the woman in Steven’s arms said sourly, “Is Miss Shane looking for you again?”

Steven smiled and squeezed the woman tight. “I wouldn’t even look at her if our family didn’t have a partnership with hers.”

Tamara Shane?

I had a vague recollection of that name. She was the daughter of the CEO of one of Morgan Group’s partners.

Soon, one of Steven’s cronies ran over in a panic. “Mr. Morgan, Miss Shane is coming!”

Steven immediately pushed the woman away from him. He put on an adoring look and went over to Tamara.

Tamara’s lips were tightly pressed together when she walked over. She said coquettishly, “Didn’t you say you’d come to mine tonight? What held you up?”

She paused before adding, “Right. Barry told me someone dared to knock into you? Why didn’t you tell me?”

As she spoke, she shot me a glance. She frowned and asked, “Is that him?”

Steven quickly pulled Tamara behind him. He said sweetly, “It’s nothing, darling. I don’t want to trouble you.” Then, his smile became even sleazier. “I’ll send you home. Don’t let this sort of thing scare you.”

Tamara only chuckled and walked toward me. “Why would I be scared of this piece of trash?”

She stomped on my chest in her high heels. I let out a grunt of pain.

She looked down at me and mocked, “I really want to know what sort of idiot dares to bother my fiance!”

Fiance?

My mind was buzzing. Did the Morgan and Shane families have a marriage agreement? Why did I not know about it as the Morgan family’s only son?

I weakly tried to slap her foot off me. I gritted out, “Does Mr. Shane know you have a marriage agreement with an impostor?”

Tamara was stunned for a second. Then, she started to snicker. She ground her heel into my chest. “Do you think you can come between Steven and me with just a few words? Dream on! If he’s an impostor, how could he have taken me home to Morgan Manor?”

My mind was in chaos. Could Steven really have brought her home when I was abroad for two years?

However, my parents had been home, so how could he have done it?

Before I could work it out, Steven pulled Tamara into his arms. “Don’t get mad, darling. It’s beneath you to talk to this worthless driver.”

Steven’s eyes narrowed, and he said with a smirk, “He’s been combative all night. I think he’s probably very thirsty now.”

He waved at the group behind him. “Let’s quench his thirst!”

The bodyguards laughed menacingly and quickly undid their belts.

I was trembling as I scooted backward. The alley was too narrow for me to go anywhere. My back hit the wall, and the bodyguards loomed over me. They taunted me as they relieved themselves on me. “Taste good, you piece of trash? If it’s not enough, there’s more where that came from!”

The acrid stink assaulted me, and the burns on my face started to sting again. I felt like I was being poked with a million needles.

I instinctively raised my arms to cover myself, but someone kicked my arms away. “How dare you act so high and mighty before Mr. Morgan? I’ll drown you in my urine!”

Tamara giggled and threw herself in Steven’s arms. “Oh, you’re so bad. I love it!”

Tamara turned to look at me. Then, she coaxed Steven, saying, “I’ll go home and tell my dad about this. He’ll tell Mr. Morgan to handle this for you!”

Steven waved a hand and said disdainfully, “There’s no need to tell my father. I’ll take this trash out myself.”

Just as he said that, we heard the roar of Dad’s voice. “You piece of trash! None of you is getting out of this if you really hurt my son!”