Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Forced Choice

Brendan was forcing her to make a choice. She could save whatever remained of her dignity, but Sterling would have to lose his on her behalf. She would have to doom him to save herself. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Brendan’s sadism knew no bounds. How could he be so heartless?

Deirdre sobbed. She felt faint spells, yet her heart was ironically much calmer than before. “It’s alright,” she said, her eyes as empty as her tone. “I’ll do it.”

The room cheered. It was what everyone wanted. Amid the revelry, though, was Brendan’s increasingly stormy expression. His eyes were cold.

“Do you understand what you’ve just said? You’re going to strip yourself clean and dance in front of a crowd of strangers. If you call Sterling, the most I’ll make him do is

make him drink.”

The most he would do?

Deirdre smiled between her tears. To hell would she even believe that!

She would never believe him ever again.

How could she? When he told her he would never play favorites and stand behind

Charlene without reason that night, he had said it like he meant it. When he made

Charlene apologize, she believed his proclamation. It even made her wonder… that maybe Brendan was not the one who had orchestrated her torment while she was

incarcerated.

Maybe both of them had been played by Charlene. He was simply in the dark.

Now, though, she was wiser. That delusion of hope was shattered.

He said he would not play favorites, yet all it took to reverse his stance and see Deirdre as the sinner was Charlene overdosing on sleeping pills and the words of a random janitor. That was apparently enough “evidence” for him to bring her here so she could suffer and be humiliated by so many people.

almost feel pity for you, Brendan. You’re so blind and dense. I think you deserve what’s coming for you.’

“You don’t have to say a word more. I’ll do it.”

She was a murderer whose face and eyes were ruined to the world. What else did she have? Why did she even need to preserve her dignity as a human being?

Brendan was apoplectic. Disbelief practically coursed through his veins before emanating from him like a murderous aura.

“Perfect! Just perfect!” He scoffed. “You chose this, Deirdre! You lost the right to even regret this now.

“Someone, lead her to the stage! She’s blind as f*ck. She’s gonna have to find her way up there if we leave her on her devices, and that will be wasting all our time, won’t it?”

The crowd was beyond excited. Sofia was particularly ecstatic. She was eager to make as much impression on Brendan as she could, so she led Deirdre up the stage. The colors of the lighting changed the moment the music played. Everyone looked at the stage. Their eyes fixed on the ugly freak. “Strip! Strip! Strip!”

A few of them began recording just so they could share some entertainment with their friends.

Deirdre felt cold. Her expression was that of numbness. The cheers and shrieks of her audience faded into white noise. Her trembling hand fell onto her collar and

began to yank it open.

“Whoaaaaaaaaaa!” the crowd screamed. Who would have known someone so skinny would look so good underneath?

Some of the more red-blooded men could not take it anymore. “More! Nowwwwww!”

Deirdre steeled herself and pulled her shirt down even harder.

She hardly felt the cold on her naked skin when a coat suddenly surrounded her.

A familiar stench filled her nose. Brendan’s hands were clutching her shoulders like talons. “Wh*re! You don’t even respect yourself!”

He was right. She did not. It was the same reason she had fallen in love with him or wanted to keep their child back then.

The crowd’s excitement died down into a puzzled silence. They stared at the stage, their expressions frozen, and exchanged glances. What the hell just happened?

“Uh, Mr. Brighthall? What’s up?”

Brendan gnashed his teeth and locked his arm around Deirdre’s waist. He then turned around and smiled. “You have to excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. This woman’s body is practically marred with scars-it’s honestly disgusting to look at. It’s gonna kill your mood, trust me. I have someone more

interesting in my mind, so I was thinking of having him over as a form of even more superior entertainment later!”