Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 2: Blood trickled from the edge of Candice's lips, a cruel reminder of the slap she had just endured. She lifted her head to meet her mother-in-law, Rachel Harman, whose fury drove her to grasp Candice's hair and pull her from the bed. Feeble, Candice's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold floor. Overwhelmed by an almost manic frenzy, Rachel tore at Candice's clothes, delivering kick after kick to her vulnerable body. Candice, unable to escape the onslaught, felt sharp pains coursing through her abdomen. She recoiled, curling up on the floor, trying to ease the pain.

The room echoed with heavy footsteps-it was her newlywed husband, Greyson. Quickly, Candice pulled the bedsheet over herself, concealing her torn clothes and body, leaving only her clear eyes visible. She looked at him and said, "Greyson..." His gaze was impassive as he glanced at her. His eyes held revulsion and restrained anger. Compassion was absent, affection nonexistent, and any concern for her dignity was clearly off the table. "How dare you utter my son's name?" Rachel's wrath was far from appeased as her hand rose to strike again.

But Candice was quicker; her hand shot up and clamped onto Rachel's wrist. Her gaze was fierce as she locked eyes with Rachel. "Enough. My silence isn't weakness, but a choice not to retaliate." Taken aback, Rachel fell silent, stunned by Candice's unexpected defiance. "You bitch! Release me! You shameless slut! How dare you talk back to me like that? Who were you with? You defiled your marriage vows on your very wedding night!" Gathering her strength, Candice rose from the floor, standing tall before Rachel. Her presence was overpowering as she prepared to push Rachel away.

However, her efforts were cut short by Greyson's swift kick to the back of her knees. Discover more content at ɢαlnσνeℓs․com Her legs buckled, forcing her to kneel humiliatingly. Her forehead struck the corner of a table, warmth spreading through her hair-it was blood. The pain was sharp, yet it paled in comparison to the ache within her heart. Greyson had chosen his mother's side, not only standing by as Rachel assaulted Candice but also preventing her from resisting. Candice looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. But when she saw his cold indifference, her words caught in her throat.

Wiping the blood from her lips, she managed to ask a single question. "Why didn't you come to the suite last night?" Had he been there, the night might have unfolded differently. Greyson answered dismissively, "I had matters to attend to. I had to leave." Candice scoffed, "Attending to matters? Or attending to Madilyn?" Greyson's warning glare was response enough. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect toward Madilyn Reilly, the woman he cherished. Interrupting the confrontation, Rachel defended Greyson. "Maddy just returned from overseas. What's wrong with him going to see her?

Are you so petty? The blame is entirely on you, Candice. You coerced him into this marriage. You're a disgrace!" Rachel spat on Candice's face. Caught off guard, Candice quickly turned her head away, but it was too late to avoid the disgusting act. Even Greyson's handsome features turned stormy. "How dare you question me after your disgraceful actions? Shouldn't you be ashamed of yourself?" Candice paled at the implications. Her purity had been her only redeeming quality in Greyson's eyes, but now she had lost it, and there was nothing left about her that could captivate him.

Clutching the bedsheet, Candice wrapped herself tightly in the fabric. Her grip on the sheet tightened until her knuckles turned white. Seeing this, Greyson sneered coldly. "It's pointless to cover your body now. It is tainted and disgusts me." . . .