A sly grin spread across Haris’s face. “Bianca, who would even know I’m committing a crime here? Even if I were to toss you into the sea right now, people would just assume you disappeared without a trace. I brought you here tonight, and I’m not planning to let you go easily!”
Bianca looked at Haris with fear in her eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
Haris placed the knife on the table next to the sofa, a cold smirk on his face as he stared back at her. “It’s about taking money from someone and doing what they want. But I didn’t enjoy being intimate with an ugly woman. After I’m done with you, I’ll find someone else.”
He had always been annoyed that he hadn’t had the opportunity to be with Bianca before.
“Just do what I say, and it will be easier for you. If not, I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you!” Haris reached out and pulled at Bianca’s clothes.
Bianca couldn’t move in time, and her top was torn open, exposing her skin and bra. Haris licked his lips and sneered. “Look at you, so sexy. Were you planning to show all this to someone else? You’re such a bitch!”
Haris felt bitter resentment at the thought of being deceived and made a fool of by Bianca. She had always seemed innocent and pure to him, but he had seen her flirt with other men.
He was determined to use this opportunity to torment her and ease the rage burning inside him.
Bianca, with her hands tied behind her, struggled to loosen the ropes binding her. But first, she needed to calm Haris down.
“Haris, who hired you to do this? Stacey or Ashley?”
Haris looked surprised at her question.
His reaction confirmed Bianca’s suspicions. Besides Stacey and Ashley, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would involve Haris in a plot against her.
She stared at him intently and said firmly, “Haris, don’t let Stacey and Ashley deceive you. They’re using you against me. They might promise rewards, but it’s a trap. Once they’re finished, they’ll turn you in to the police, and you’ll end up in jail. Their plan? They want to destroy me and get rid of you as a threat. Think about it, Haris. You won’t get any money, but you’ll risk everything for them and end up in prison. Is it really worth it?”
Haris stood there, stunned. Bianca’s words shook his thoughts.
All he had focused on was getting the million dollars. He hadn’t considered anything else. But now, thinking about what Bianca said, he wondered if he could trust her not to call the police once she was free.
He realized there was no turning back now.
He had to see this plan through, no matter what happened.
“Are you trying to talk your way out of this?” Haris’s eyes flashed with anger as he moved closer, threatening Bianca. Then, he noticed a red diamond necklace around her neck.
Was Bianca still holding onto such valuable items?
Haris grabbed the necklace and examined it, confirming it was a real diamond. He smirked and said, “Looks like your mother left you quite a fortune. I didn’t think you could afford something like this. Consider it payment for what you owe me.”
As Bianca watched her necklace, a gift from Dave, being taken by Haris, her fear turned into anger. She glared at Haris and demanded, “Give me back my necklace.”
“Do you not understand your situation? What makes you think you can demand anything from me?” Haris replied, slipping the necklace into his pocket. He leaned closer to her neck.
Defiantly, Bianca tilted her head and bit Haris hard on the shoulder.
Haris screamed in pain, grabbing his shoulder as he recoiled. In a swift move, he slapped Bianca across the face.
“You’re such a bitch! How dare you bite me!”
Despite the red mark left by the slap, Bianca’s gaze remained defiant and unflinching. There was no fear or hesitation in her eyes; instead, they showed a fierce determination to face him head-on, even if it meant facing the worst.
Frustration burned inside Haris, enraged by his failure to control her.
He forcefully pulled Bianca from the sofa, causing her to crash onto the floor.
The impact made her head hit hard, and blood began to seep out.
But Haris didn’t stop. He handled Bianca roughly, tossing her around like a discarded doll.
Then he delivered a brutal kick to her stomach.
“Let’s see if you dare bite me again.”
“Give me back my necklace…” Bianca’s plea was desperate as she grabbed and tore at Haris’s trousers, enduring his relentless beating.
It hurt badly.
But Bianca pushed through the pain. Her mind was focused solely on one thing: the necklace Dave had given her, which she couldn’t let fall into the wrong hands.
As Bianca began to lose consciousness, Haris paused, noticing she was no longer resisting.
“You’re too weak to fight back now, huh?” Haris sneered as he tried to pull her pants. Seeing that her legs were tied, he cursed in frustration.
He untied the ropes around Bianca’s legs and moved closer to her.
With all her strength, Bianca kicked Haris hard in the groin. He doubled over, clutching himself and groaning in pain as he leaned on the edge of the table.
“Damn you! You’re done for now,” Haris stood up furiously. He clenched his fist and tried to hit Bianca’s head.
Suddenly, the cabin door burst open with a loud kick.
The noise was overwhelming. Bianca struggled to open her eyes and saw a tall figure entering.
It was Dave. He had come to rescue her.
Bianca hadn’t seen Dave in days, and he looked even more handsome than she remembered.
Dave wore a black overcoat and a well-fitted black suit when he entered and found Bianca on the floor, hurt and exposed. He squinted at the scene.
Then he turned to Haris, his eyes filled with anger.
Dave’s strong presence made Haris feel uneasy. He stepped back nervously, stuttering, “What… What are you doing here? This is my yacht… Ah!”
But before Haris could finish, Dave attacked him, landing a solid punch on his face and knocking him to the floor. Haris wiped blood from his mouth and quickly got up. He had underestimated Dave, thinking of him only as a man with a good-looking face.
Haris grabbed a knife from the table and swung it fiercely at Dave.
In a panic, Bianca shouted, “Watch out!”
Dave swiftly dodged Haris’s attack and took the chance to kick him hard in the face. Haris lost two front teeth immediately. Then Dave pressed his polished shoe against Haris’s face, applying strong pressure.