I was Tortured While My Husband Celebrated His New Lover's Birthday

I loved Frank Austin for eight years.

On the day I was tortured by the kidnappers, he was celebrating the birthday of his new lover.

When he heard my plea for help, he was indifferent, "Call me when you're ready to kneel down and apologize to Eva."

In order to stay alive, I voluntarily sat on the kidnapper's head's lap and offered myself as a gift, "Dear, I know a lot of things. Please don't kill me."

Later, Frank finally remembered to rescue me, only to see me sitting on the kidnapper's lap and acting flirtatious.

He immediately became furious, "Cecilia Capella, I am your fiancé!"

The kidnapper held me tightly around the waist and smiled coldly at him, "Mr. Austin, my wife is pregnant. Don't scare her."

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In the dilapidated old factory, the kidnappers grew increasingly impatient with me, who was tortured and barely alive.

"Isn't she Frank's fiancee? Why hasn't he come to ransom her for so long?"

"I don't know. Frank told me not to call him again."

"Damn it! It's better to kidnap a dog than her!"

The kidnapper vented his anger by kicking me in the stomach and throwing a phone at me violently.

"This is your last chance. If you can't get the money, don't blame us for being impolite."

I curled up on the ground, feeling intense pain in every part of my body.

Survival instinct made me tremble as I picked up the phone and dialed that familiar number.

After the phone rang, Frank's impatient voice came through, "Do whatever you want. Don't bother me."

"Frank, save me..."

I spat out a mouthful of blood and managed to speak out.

Afraid that he would hang up the phone like before, I begged immediately.

"Frank... I know I was wrong. I will break off the engagement with you... Please save me..."

The man on the other end of the phone just fell silent for a moment.

Then he coldly sneered, "You don't even realize your mistake, and you don't know what you're saying. Don't call me again until you are ready to kneel down and apologize to Eva."

"Frank, no..."

Before the phone was cruelly hung up, I heard the flirtatious voice of my step-sister Eva Capella.

"Frank, come and blow the candles with me."

"Okay, I'm coming."

The phone was hung up, and the scene fell into silence.

Even the kidnappers were surprised by Frank's indifference, and then they cursed.

"He's not going to save her? Then don't blame us for being rude!"

"Buddies, let's treat her well!"

The kidnapper was probably angered by Frank and began to tear my clothes forcefully in anger.

I was in so much pain that I was unable to struggle, and could only beg despairingly.

"No, please let me go. I'll give you money!"

"You, a poor person who is not even as good as a dog in the eyes of your fiancé, where do you get the money to give us?"

I was stunned.

Since my mother passed away and my step-sister returned, Frank's gaze had always passed through me to land on her.

He was fascinated by her, believing her lies and provocations, treating me as a wicked woman.

In his eyes, I was even worse than a dog.

With a 'hiss', my clothes were torn by the kidnapper.

He pressed my body with one hand, while pushing the disgusting body towards me. Under the pressure, I felt a despair and fear that I had never felt before.

Although I knew it was useless, I still screamed out while blood gushed out from deep in my throat, "Frank, save me!"

The more I suffered, the more excited the kidnapper became.

He grinned at me with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Frank has made it clear that he won't come to save you. Shout out all you want. No one will come to save you even if you shout your throat out."

"Is that so? Why don't you ask me first?"

As a cold voice came out, the old iron gate was pushed open.

Dazzling light shone in from outside, and in the depths of the light, a tall man walked in slowly.

The man's face was hidden in the backlight, and I couldn't see his expression. But I could sense from his cold aura that he was not to be messed with.

Seeing him, those kidnappers hurriedly straightened their clothes to greet him respectfully.

"Mr. Grevin, why are you here?"

The man called Mr. Grevin glanced around, walking towards the only clean sofa to sit down.

His cold glance finally landed on me.

"I heard you found some good stuff, so I came to take a look."

The kidnapper immediately flattered and fawned.

"It's not really good stuff. The woman that had been played with and abandoned by men is not worthy of you. If you want, we will find a clean one for you later."

The man raised his eyebrows mockingly at me.

"Is it? Abandon?"

He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes hid a chilling coldness that frightened me.

I involuntarily cringed.

Once again, I felt that he was not easy to deal with.

But no matter what, he couldn't be worse than these disgusting kidnappers.

I mustered up my courage and slowly crawled towards him.

I gently tugged on his trousers with my bloodstained fingers and raised my face to beg.

"Please... Give me a chance. I will do anything."

The man bent down and smiled at me ambiguously, "What can you do?"

What can I do?

Judging from his expression, if I said I could do laundry, cook, and mop the floor, he would probably just kick me out.

Rich people must have nannies at home.

I loosened my grip on his trousers and slowly climbed up his long legs.

He was really tall, sitting on the shabby sofa like a noble god.

I dragged my injured body and finally managed to climb onto his lap.