The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 232

Emily thrashed desperately inside the heavy canvas sack, her muffled cries echoing off the empty walls. “Who are you? Let me go!” she shouted, her voice shaking with terror and fury. Bound and blinded, she writhed like a trapped animal, straining against the restraints with every ounce of strength she had left.

But before she could scream another word, a brutal kick slammed into her side.

“Aaah!” Emily’s scream tore through the darkness, pain exploding across her body.

That was only the beginning. Fists and boots rained down on her in a relentless storm, each blow more savage than the last. She curled up as tightly as she could, arms wrapped around her head, but there was nowhere to hide from the violence.

Her pleas filled the emptiness, raw and desperate. “Please! Stop, please—don’t! I’m begging you!”

But the assault didn’t stop. Every punch, every kick, landed with sickening force. Her voice grew hoarse, her cries dissolving into ragged sobs as she tried in vain to shield her most vulnerable places.

Over and over, for endless minutes, the beating continued. By the time it finally stopped, Emily could barely move. She collapsed in a heap, gasping for air, her whole body wracked with shivers.

A cold, emotionless voice broke the silence. “That’s what you get.”

Emily forced her head up, trying to make out the faces of her attackers, but her vision spun with pain and tears. She had no idea what she’d done, or why she was being tortured like this.

“Why are you doing this? Who are you?” she managed to croak.

“You know exactly what you did,” the voice answered, footsteps retreating into the darkness.

At last, someone yanked open the sack. Emily crawled out, battered and shaking. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes torn, her face swollen and bruised—so much so that even she wouldn’t have recognized herself.

Aiden and Evan chimed in, their voices brimming with satisfaction. “Exactly. She’s always trying to hurt Mom. Now she knows how it feels.”

The four boys high-fived, a sense of justice gleaming in their eyes. Finally, they’d stood up for their mom.

Outside, Emily’s screams still filled the air, her face stained with blood. Never in her wildest nightmares had she imagined things would end like this.

Noah turned away from the window. “Alright, let’s go. Mom’s waiting for us at home.”

The others nodded, and the car eased into motion, carrying the boys away from the scene as Emily’s cries faded behind them.