When She Turns Her Back (Teresa and Charles) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Stella made a cute face and snuggled right back up to Andrew.

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Andrew gave her a frosty glance. “Seriously? You gonna try and beat her to death?”

Stella clung to his arm, whining playfully, “Pretty please? Can I just finish her off?”

Andrew saw she wasn’t kidding and let out a laugh. “If you break her, you gonna handle the consequences?”

Stella scrunched her nose and huffed, but let it drop.

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Andrew turned his attention back to Teresa, who was lying flat on the hospital bed. Her face was covered in bruises, blood was still leaking from her nose, and beneath her hospital gown, her inner thigh was stained with fresh blood.

Stella hadn’t held back one bit; she’d yanked Teresa’s gown so much it was practically hanging off her, barely covering her anymore.

Right now, Teresa lay there looking completely wrecked and helpless, every inch of her body screaming with pain every time she tried to breathe.

Seeing her so beaten–down, Andrew finally felt some of that bottled–up rage inside him start to ease.

He was more than satisfied with Teresa’s pathetic state–even felt a twisted sense of pleasure seeing her like this.

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After enjoying the sight for a few moments, Andrew loomed over Teresa, his massive frame blotting out the light above. He gripped her chin tight, his voice low and mocking. “Look at you. You really think someone like you can mess with me?”

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Teresa forced her swollen eyelids open. She caught the scorn and mockery in Andrew’s gaze, but said nothing.

Not getting a response, Andrew shoved her chin aside sharply. “Teresa, let this be a lesson. You better pray my sister turns out alright—if anything happens to her, today’s just the start.”

Her face whipped to the side, tears spilling down and soaking into the pillow.

With those words, Andrew turned and strode away, Stella following close behind.

The room grew quiet again–so quiet Teresa could hear her own heartbeat.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table. She wanted to call the cops.

But the moment her fingers brushed the phone, it slipped from the table and fell hard to the floor.

As Teresa rolled over, she saw her phone lying on the ground, its screen cracked like

spiderweb, flickering with strange colors.

She didn’t have the strength to try again. All she could do was lie there on the bed, taking ragged breaths.

At the same time, Teresa’s tears soaked right through the pillow.

No matter how hard Teresa tried to hold it in, the sobs just broke out.

She had no idea how much time passed before her sobs finally died down.

Teresa blacked out, losing all sense of herself.

Lost in a haze, Teresa could feel someone’s hands roaming over her body she couldn’t tell if it was real or just some twisted dream.

Teresa tried to convince herself it was all in her head, but forcing her eyes open, she caught sight of a shadowy figure lingering right by her bed–a man.

Stie squinted, straining to make out his face, but he stayed just a blur, impossible to recognize.

Teresa wanted to scream, to tell the guy to get away, but all that came out was a scratchy whisper, too broken to form words—nothing that could stop him.

His hand slid slowly up from her stomach, fingers finally pausing right over her chest.

Then, accompanied by a low, mocking chuckle. Teresa heard the man finally speak–his tone twisted with a kind of cruel affection.

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Chapter 222

“What a gorgeous beauty… Never thought someone would smash up that face of yours.”

In that instant, a bone–deep chill shot through Teresa, freezing her from the inside out.

She recognized that voice–it was Ethan.

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Teresa felt Ethan fumbling with the buttons of her hospital gown. Summoning all her strength, she croaked out a hoarse protest, “Get… get away from me.”

She forced her eyes wide open, and Ethan’s face came into sharp focus right in front of her.

He was smirking, the gleam of wicked satisfaction flickering in his eyes and curling up at his brows.

Teresa’s heart froze in terror–she knew things were about to go seriously wrong. In the next instant, Ethan’s fingers slipped beneath her gown, popping the last button open.

Just like that, Teresa’s battered body was left exposed to the harsh air, vulnerable and defenseless.

Staring at her bruised and beaten form, Ethan didn’t look disgusted at all. If anything, he seemed thrilled, utterly consumed by twisted excitement.

The vivid crimson stains beneath her were like a narcotic, luring Ethan closer to the edge, tempting him to cross the final line.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Ethan climbed onto the bed, got on his knees, and forced Teresa’s legs apart. He wedged one of his own between hers to stop her from closing them.

Ethan’s hands were busy as well–he reached out and started yanking harshly at her hospital gown, tugging at the fabric without mercy. Teresa struggled with everything she had, kicking and thrashing. “Ethan, let go! Get off me!” she cried, her voice hoarse and desperate.

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The more she fought back, the more Ethan’s desire burned, fueling his obsession with every one of her struggles.

Just as Ethan’s hand went for the button on his pants, the hospital room door was suddenly shoved open from the outside.

A young nurse stepped in, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Ethan. “The patient just had surgery. She needs to rest. Family members need to leave now.”

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Interrupted right before things could go any further, Ethan didn’t even blink. He calmly buttoned up his pants, moving with smug nonchalance.

As he slid off the bed, Ethan shot the nurse a chilling, predatory look. Better hang on tight to that cushy job of yours–you might lose it without even knowing how.”

After that, Ethan burst out with a wild, reckless laugh, then swaggered right out of the room.

The nurse was clearly rattled by his threat, but after witnessing what had just almost happened, she still forced herself to step up–there was no way she could just look the other way.

After a short pause, Teresa suddenly turned to the nurse and said, “Can you help me make a call?”

The nurse glanced at her, taking in the bruises scattered across her body. It was obvious she’d been beaten.

“Who do you want me to call?” the nurse asked, pulling out her phone,

In that moment, several faces flashed through Teresa’s mind.

Troy?

Hector?

Theodore?

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