บททั้งหมดของ Will You Marry Me?: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Camilla’s hands trembled as she clutched her arms tightly. The cold sterility of the hospital room did nothing to ease the growing panic inside her. She watched helplessly as the doctor and nurses worked frantically, their voices a blur as they fought to revive Ruby’s father. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had long since become erratic, each sound a reminder of how close he was to slipping away. The defibrillator pads pressed against his chest, sending jolts of electricity coursing through his body, causing him to convulse slightly before falling still again. She held her breath. 'Please, please…' Another jolt. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. And then.....silence. The monitor’s flatline was deafening. Camilla felt her legs weaken. 'No… no, this can't be happening.' The doctor straightened, lowering his hands. His face was unreadable as he turned to Eduardo. "I'm sorry, but he is dead." The words shattered her. Camilla g

Ruby’s body ached in ways she had never known before. Her back throbbed, the pain radiating through every limb as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she was disoriented. 'Where am I?' Then, it all came back. The cold, damp floor beneath her. The cage. The searing sting of Tara’s whip slicing through her skin. And Hector. That monster. She shuddered as she recalled the last thing he had said to her after she spit in his face. "You’re going to become my dog." A chill ran down her spine. Her fingers dug into the metal bars of the cage, her breaths coming out shaky. She wanted to believe it was just a threat—just cruel words meant to break her. But looking around the dimly lit room, she wasn’t so sure. The agonizing screams of another person reached her ears, pulling her attention. Don Gray. She turned slowly and saw him still tied, his body trembling violently. His wrists were raw and bloody, his feet. He was still naked. His head was slumped forward,

Ruby sat in the metal cage, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as Tara pushed her forward. The cage stopped moving along the way and the door was opened by Tara. Before Ruby could react, someone else snuck into the cage— a young girl, holding a small makeup box. In no time, Ruby's face was all dolled up and the young girl exited the cage. Without a word, Tara shut the cage and began pushing it once again. The cold steel bars pressed against Ruby's bare skin, and every bump along the way made her flinch. The only thing she wore was a blue G-string with a matching bra—nothing to cover her shame, nothing to shield her from the leering eyes that awaited her. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, and tears brimmed in her eyes. How had it come to this? Her mind drifted back to simpler days, to a time when respect and dignity were all that mattered to her. She had grown up cherishing those values, avoiding anything that could bring disgrace to herself or her family. Her father had al

Hector rose to his feet, his expression cool and controlled. "The auction is over," he declared to the room. The crowd erupted in protest. Men pushed to the front, voices raised in complaint, but Hector’s icy stare silenced them. "You’ve had your fun. Now, leave." A few of the braver ones muttered under their breath, but they filed out of the compound nonetheless. Hector didn’t spare them another glance. Instead, he wrapped the chain around his fist, the metal links tightening as he tugged Ruby forward. Ruby’s nails dug into her palms as she followed him, her fists clenched in anger. Every step felt like another layer of her dignity being stripped away. He led her through the corridors, the ornate halls giving way to the more private wing of the house. When he finally stopped, they were inside what she believed was also his bedroom. The room was large, lavishly decorated, but to Ruby, it felt more like a cage than the metal bars she had just left. Hector turned suddenly, his

EARLIER The previous day, after Camilla left, she began heading toward Hector's location, armed with all the information she had gathered from Antonio. She had spent hours poring over the files, connecting the dots, and preparing herself mentally for what lay ahead. After studying every detail, she drove toward Hector's den, parking a safe distance away. The estate was an impenetrable fortress, surrounded by towering walls, electronic gates, and armed guards. Camilla knew better than to approach recklessly. She needed a plan. She waited, her patience a thin veil over her simmering anxiety. When the day slipped into night without any opening, she retreated to a nearby motel. The room was sparse, just a bed and a small bathroom, but it served its purpose. She showered, changed into fresh clothes, and went over her strategy until sleep claimed her for a few short hours. Before dawn, Camilla was back on the road. She parked near Hector's compound, her eyes sharp as she watched the