His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 39

"I'm not going. I'd rather die than go with you." She shook her head, her furrowed brow screaming defiance.

"Suit yourself."

He didn't bother with her anymore. Bending down, he got into the car, glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and, with a press of the accelerator, sped off.

Eliza sat by the roadside. She was so drunk she kept nodding off.

Some guys spilled out of the bar across the street and noticed her. They exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them, and quickened their steps towards Eliza.

She was cute, with a lovely figure that seemed too good to be true. They couldn't help but salivate at the sight of her.

"This one's mine. Haven't seen a girl this gorgeous in ages," the skinny man said, rubbing his hands together, eyes glinting with sleaze.

The short guy, unwilling to give up, retorted, "I spotted her first. She's mine. Next time, I won't argue."

"Why fight? There are three of us, and we can take turns. No one hogs her," the third man chimed in.

They pushed and shoved each other until the tall, burly guy muscled his way to the front.

"Hey there, sitting here all drenched isn't good. You'll catch a cold, and that'd make me really sad." The burly man crouched in front of Eliza, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Let me take you somewhere nice."

After being in the cold for a while, Eliza started to sober up. She saw the bar across the street and realized these men likely prowled the area looking for vulnerable women.

"No, thanks." She staggered to her feet, intending to leave this dangerous spot.

The men blocked her way, not willing to let their prey escape. "It's okay. We're good guys here," they coaxed.

Eliza didn't want to talk. She walked to the roadside, trying to hail a cab.

The men grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Come on. We're not bad guys. Let's replace a place to have another drink, on me."

"Let me go."

Eliza didn't have much strength left but struggled with all her might. Her resistance was like a kitten's scratch to these sleazy men, barely noticeable.

"Getting impatient, are we?" The men laughed.

They had seen too many girls like her. Whether they resisted or not, the outcome was the same.

These three were pros at preying on women and would sometimes even steal their phones and wallets. The girls would wake up with no memory of what happened the night before. They dragged Eliza towards a nearby alley. If she wouldn't walk, they'd pull her.

"Stop! Let her go!" A woman's voice rang out.

Chelsea quickly ran up to them, pushing the men aside and wrapping her arms around Eliza.

The men, rubbing their chins, laughed. "Another chicks, boys. Looks like we're in for a treat tonight."

Eliza was drunk, but Chelsea wasn't. She pulled out her phone and dialed 911. "I've called the cops. If you don't want to get arrested, scram."

The men initially wanted to advance but reconsidered and scurried off, cursing under their breath.

Chelsea helped Eliza into the car. Shewatched Eliza's drunkenly blurred face, and her heart ached. "Didn't Aaron say that lounge was music-only and no drinks?"

Eliza weakly waved her hand. "Casper came to the lounge today. It was his friend... One drink was ten thousand bucks, and I just drank it."

Chelsea was livid. So Casper let his friend get Eliza drunk.

How could he do that? Even if there was no love between the couple, Eliza still bore the title of Mrs. Welton. Was the Welton family's reputation worth nothing to them?