Billionaire’s Great Obsession

After a few drowsy yawns, she fell asleep. In her half-asleep, half-awake state of mind, Brianna felt a warm hand stroking her hair. Subconsciously, she turned around, intending to move close to the warm body next to her. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up, her arms put around one’s shoulders, and naturally, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Scott?” Brianna said uncertainty, too sleepy to open her eyes.

Scott made no reply and carried her upstairs.

She struggled a bit, but he held her tighter. So she surrendered and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thanks.” She said gently.

“I just don’t like the sight of you in the garden, spoiling my view.” He said indifferently.

Brianna heaved a quiet sigh and said nothing. He put her on her bed and left.

He’s probably gone back to Jacob’s room. She thought. If he wasn’t into having sex with me, I would really think that they were really sleeping together. Exhausted, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Around eight o’clock the next evening, after preparing dinner for Scott and Jacob, Brianna told Scott that she was going out to the town center for a wander, though the truth was she wanted to stay away from him and Jacob for a bit. It irritated her just thinking about the two of them.

Scott was to ask the driver to take her, but Brianna refused and managed to get Scott to agree to her driving her own car. There’s no need. It will only get too much attention from people driving around in his fancy car. She thought.

Just after she parked her car, her phone rang. The screen showed the name of Angela Davis, Brianna’s friend whom she had not spoken to for quite a long time. She answered. “Hello, Angela.”

There came the noise of loud music, someone screaming in pain, someone drunk swearing, and continuous violent beating sounds. Brianna asked anxiously, “Angela? Are you ok? Angela?”

Amongst the chaos, Brianna could hear a trembling voice of a girl saying, “Are you her friend? She, she is in trouble. Can you please come to help her? I’ve called others on her phone contacts, but you are the only one that has answered.”

“Where is she? I will be right there.”

“She was singing at Turn On Bar and somehow upset a few important clients. They dragged her into Room 606 and got her drunk. They wouldn’t let her go and stripped her naked. She refused and kicked one of the guys. They beat her badly. She’s terribly hurt. And, and, they are saying they are going to gang-rape her.”

Brianna could feel her heart racing fast as she listened. She drove to Turn On Bar as soon as she hung up.

Turn On Bar was one of the most complicated places in town. It was said that it belonged to Jake Moore, son of the American Mafia boss, Paul Moore.

When Brianna stopped at a traffic light, she suddenly realized that she had better inform Scott. Turn On Bar wasn’t a place for her to go alone. She wasn’t sure if Scott would help her and her friend, but she also thought here came the chance to find out if Scott cared about her.

“Scott, my friend, has got into trouble at Turn On Bar. I was wondering if you can…” Her phone battery went dead before she could explain. She put her phone down frustratingly.

It would be too late if I go back to Home for Sol first to ask for help. I might as well go to the Bar directly and see what I can do. She thought and sped up.

When she got there and went into Room 606, she was shocked and frightened to see the bloody floor and the violent chaos.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Angela was lying naked on the floor, bruises and cuts all over her. A man was sitting on top of her, taking off his belt while two other men were holding her hands and legs tight so that she could not move.

Angela was crying and screaming at them, her voice hoarse and desperate.

Brianna’s first instinct was to pick up a bottle, and she smashed it on the guy’s head. The bottle broke, and the man went down, his head bleeding badly. Frightened, Brianna threw the rest of the bottle away. She quickly took her jacket off and wrapped it around Angela while the other two guys were checking on the unconscious guy on the floor.

Brianna helped Angela get up, and they both headed for the door. Just as they reached the door, the other two guys grabbed Brianna’s hair and pulled her back. Brianna pushed Angela out of the door, and the door went shut in front of her, leaving Angela outside and herself in with the guys.

They pulled her back so hard that she stumbled and knocked her head on the wall. She almost fainted.

The chubbier and shorter guy grabbed Brianna’s arm and yelled at her, “Bitch! You spoiled our night!” He slapped her on her face hard.

Brianna retorted, despite the pain, “You’d better let me go, or you will regret it. My husband will be going to kill you if you dare to touch me,”

“Let you go?!” The man sneered. “Who do you think you are? I’m going to have fun with you! Ha.”

They punched her and kicked her hard, especially on her stomach and chest, while barking at her with an evil sneer, “Bitch, now that our toy is gone. You have to be the replacement then. If you cooperate, we shall make sure you have fun, but if you don’t, well, let’s see… ha-ha…”

If she could not escape, she knew they would rape her and kill her. The Moores were too powerful. The death of a few girls or waiters at the Bar meant nothing.

Brianna kicked, punched, and bit them frantically and finally managed to free herself from them. She opened the door and ran out like a madwoman. Some customers and waiters saw her, but no one dared to help.