Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 153

The sudden pull on the arms sent Arwen stumbling, her ankle twisting painfully as she tried to regain balance. Before she could scream, another man caught her other arm, his filthy grin just a few inches away from her face.

"Aren’t you a little too feisty?" he mocked, his breath reeking with the strong stench of alcohol.

Arwen struggled desperately, disgusted with the proximity. Twisting and kicking, she tried to free herself, but their grips were too strong on her. "Let me go!" her voice pierced the air, but it only amused them further.

"We wouldn’t have caught you if we had plans of letting you go, darling," another man sneered, bringing his face uncomfortably close to hers.

Arwen’s eyes closed in disgust. But she could hear them stepping closer. Panic took over her and she felt her body trembling. What mess have I gotten myself into?

"Enough playing hard to get," another one of them jeered, stepping closer, his tone dripping with mockery.

Her eyes flew open, and defiance flickered through her fear as she locked her gaze on the one who spoke the last. "There is no play here. Let me go now or you won’t like the consequences later."

"Consequences?" he repeated with a laugh, glancing at his companions. "Oh well, we will deal with those. Don’t worry —we are more than capable of handling one feisty beauty like you. Besides, it’s once in a lifetime chance. How can we miss it? Women like you are not easy to catch. We will definitely satisfy ourselves tonight, sweetheart, so that even if we die tomorrow, we have no regrets."

The other laughed crudely, their tone dripping with malice.

One of them grabbed Arwen’s chin roughly, forcing her to look into his predatory eyes. "But maybe you should start begging. We like it when women beg for mercy, but we offer none."

Arwen’s heart raced, her breaths coming out in uneven gasps. As the seconds passed, panic clawed her heart. She wanted to break free from them but their grip on her arms was too firm to escape. She tried to twist and loosen their hold, but her futile attempts only made them tighten their grip on her arms more, painfully.

As she struggled, one of the men leaned closer, brushing his hands against her cheek. "Smooth!" he muttered, then turned to the others with a leer. "Let me have her first. I want to —"

Before he could finish, the low growl of an engine suddenly cut through the air, shattering the tense atmosphere like a clap of thunder.

All the heads turned toward the sound as the sleek black car approached at an alarming speed, its headlights slicing through the darkness.

"What the —" one of the men muttered, loosening his hold on Arwen slightly as he took a wary step back.

The car screeched to a halt just a few feet away, and the distinctive bonnet mascot of ’The Spirit of Ecstasy’ came into view.

Arwen’s heart, which had been consumed by dread moments ago, eased slightly as the recognition dawned upon her. "Aiden!" she muttered under her breath, before closing her eyes in strange relief.