Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 76 He Sold Her Off

A bucket of ice-cold water was poured all over her face. Deirdre jumped, her eyes. opening wide from shock.

She realized she could not move. Her limbs were tied.

The woman who had woken her up scanned her. Disgust was dripping from her words. “Eew, what the hell? It’s bad enough that she looks like a horror movie-she’s way too skinny and frail to even satisfy a customer! I swear, Mr. Brighthall is unbelievable.”

Her subordinate was quick to appease her. “Well, it’s more about doing Mr. Brighthall a favor, right? You know he’s gonna remember this and repay you with lots of goodies in the future, Madam Rouge!”

“Pfft. A favor. I’d love to do him a favor, but God! This b*tch can’t even attract a man in heat,” Madam Rouge sneered. Pinching a cigarette between her fingers, she strutted toward Deirdre and frowned. “Holy sh*t. Hell, no! This b*tch is blind!”

Deirdre felt a chill crawling up her spine. So Brendan… was the one behind this?

Had he finally grown sick of her, after all? He had grown weary of her-and yet that sadistic madman would not forgive himself if he ever let her go in peace, so he had. arranged one of the cruelest tortures he could come up with and put her through it.

He had sold her off to a brothel, had he not?

hatred? How much would a man have to hate a

bit her lips so hard that

crouched, examining her even more closely. Then, suddenly, she began to

cried out, feeling alarmed. She writhed despite her bondage until finally, she planted

but it was more out of shock than pain. It did not hurt, but the move stained her dress-an act

hair before slapping her across the face Deirdre thought

her transgression relieved Madam Rouge of her

value she has left when it comes to this job is the fact that she’s still got a pulse,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Though, I gotta admit, she’s got the right voice. I bet. our clients would love to hear her moan… Come on, doll her up. Place a mask over her face, for the love of God. Those third-rate, poor-*ss idiots will probably love her enough, so I

Mr. Brighthall that I accept his offer and I’m

“Definitely, ma’am! Definitely.”

“Get her to change.”

exchange. Tears welled up in her eyes

any control over her own body,

waiting to be

heard the door opening. A man with a suffocating odor staggered into the room, unable to take