Forced Marriage with Four Brothers
These women were not ordinary guards, they were elite, cold, and trained for jobs exactly like this.
"Don't kill her," Owen had instructed earlier, his voice like ice.
"But make her wish she never breathed the same air as our wife”.
And they did.
Without hesitation, one guard ripped Natasha’s designer coat off while another landed a vicious backhand across her face. She gasped, the sting immediate.
Slaps turned to calculated strikes, nothing too fatal, just enough to make her scream. Her cries echoed across the warehouse, bouncing toward the chamber on the other side, where Marcus Vale was held.
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