Chapter 47 Human Hell


    When Sharon saw Baron step up to her, syringe in hand, really about to inject her, she exploded.


    “I’ll have you know I’m Jensen’s wife, the president of Luke Corp. If you dare cross me, I’ll make sure you can’t survive in Ocean City!”


    She threw out her title, convinced it would make him back off.


    But Baron acted as if he hadn’t heard a word. He drove the needle straight into her arm.


    “You-”


    Sharon tried to swing at him, but Baron was too fast. Just as she lifted her arm, he had already pressed the plunger down. Then t palm cracked across her face.


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    Her cheek burned, the sting telling her this was no nightmare.


    She had actually been struck.


    Wide-eyed, she stared at him in disbelief.


    “You hit me? You-some lowly doctor-dared to hit me?”


    Ever since she’d returned to the Summers family at eighteen, her parents had bent over backward to make up for those missir years. She’d been spoiled, coddled, given everything she asked for.


    Now she was Jensen’s wife, Ocean City’s queen. How could she endure such humiliation?


    Shrieking, she leapt up and wed toward Baron’s face.


    His eyes darkened. With a sharp kick, his long leg mmed into her stomach.


    Her body flew back, smacking against the wall before crashing to the floor. She wailed in pain, unable to rise.


    Baron vaulted over the bed, nting his foot firmly on her chest. Murder radiated from him.


    “Sharon, that p was just a gift. Now… wee to hell.”


    Though his mask still covered his face, his striking eyes and the mole at the corner revealed him instantly.


    “You? You’re the man who helped that bitch Natalie at the press conference!”


    Pain seared her gut, but fury burned hotter.


    “Guards! Are you all dead out there? Arrest this man!”


    Her voice rose in a scream.


    But Baron only smiled faintly. A prick at her neck, and darkness swallowed her vision.


    When she came to, she was strapped to a cold iron bed.


    Her wrists and ankles were shackled.


    “What-who are you? Let me go! I’m Jensen’s wife! If you dare harm me, he’ll never let you live!”


    Fear crept in.


    Her arrogance had alwayse from the Summers family and Jensen’s favor. Now, stripped of it, she was nothing but prey.


    Bound, helpless, in a bleak room with a cracked ceiling above, memories wed at her.


    Her first family-the one that had raised her by mistake-had been poor, brutal, and favored sons over daughters. Beatings had been her childhood.


    That was why, when she learned she was the Summers family’s true daughter, her mind twisted.


    Why had I, born with a silver spoon, lived like that? Why had Natalie, that slut, enjoyed my eighteen years instead?


    The Summers’ love and indulgence had buried those memories. But now, bound and trembling, she felt like that beaten little girl again.


    Her body shook.


    Baron sat in a chair not far away, watching her with a cold smile.


    “So, you do know fear.”


    At the sound of his voice, she turned her head sharply.


    He sat there in ck,zy in posture but sharp with killing intent.


    She swallowed hard.


    “What do you want? Tell me, whatever it is-I’ll give it to you. Just let me go!”


    “Let you go? When you had Natalie’s hand smashed, did you ever think of sparing her?”


    His eyes lifted, gleaming like des of ice as they cut into her.


    At Natalie’s name, Sharon flinched.


    “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Natalie’s hand was broken by rk-it had nothing to do with me!”


    “You’re right. You didn’t swing the hammer yourself. But that doesn’t matter. You’ll get to feel the pain she felt.”


    Baron rose to his feet.


    His height pressed down on her like a mountain.


    “What are you going to do? I’m warning you-hurting me is a crimal And I’m loncon’s wifol If you touch me ho won’t forgive vo