The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 96

I've suffered from emotional indifference disorder since I was a child.

I’ve never been close to anyone—except for Aaron Green.

When I was mocked, he went crazy and fought for me. When I was bullied, he was fierce in seeking justice for me.

To repay him for his kindness, I worked hard to overcome my condition.

On the day I was cured, I excitedly ran to the bar to find him, wanting to share the good news with him first.

But the Aaron who used to pamper me seemed like a different person.

His cold voice mocked, "You’re nothing more than the daughter of a murderer. You are just for us to play with."

"…And that silly look of hers, probably even in bed she’s like a dead fish. You’d better not complain about the bad luck."

My blood turned cold in an instant, and tears streamed down my face before I even realized it.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and my numb figure appeared in front of everyone.

Aaron was holding the woman who had once bullied me, smiling provocatively at me.

He waved at me. "Silas Palmer, come over."

Without thinking, I took a few steps forward. Harper Fox suddenly raised her hand and threw a glass of red wine at my feet. The red liquid splashed everywhere.

The glass shards cut my calf, and blood began to drip down.

Harper chuckled. "Aaron, how about making this little fool lick the floor clean, and then crawl over here to wipe my shoes?"

The suffocating feeling of being bullied again hit me like a wave. I could barely breathe.

Then, I heard Aaron lazily speak, "Silas, didn’t you hear what Harper said? Why aren’t you doing it?"

I stood still, staring directly at Aaron.

Aaron gave a look to someone nearby, and I was kicked from behind.

I fell to the ground with a thud, and then he yanked my hair, pressing my head forcefully to the floor.

"Little fool, don’t understand what Aaron said? We don’t mind helping you."

With my scalp being pulled, my face was drenched in red wine. The bitter taste made it hard to keep my eyes open.

I was dragged like a dog by my hair, my body trembling with pain.

It wasn’t until I heard a cold laugh from above that I was forced to lift my head.

The next second, Harper slapped me across the face.

The ring on her finger cut into my skin, and for a moment, my brain went blank, allowing her to trample on me at will.

"Aaron, is she this unwilling to submit? Does she want to be like her father, the murderer?" Harper snuggled into Aaron’s arms.

Aaron pulled out a tissue, casually wiping the liquid off my face.

His voice was like a devil’s. "So, what do you want to do?"

"How about we play a game where she barks like a dog?" Harper said excitedly.

My mind went blank.

Childhood memories flooded back to me—my father had just gone into debt for gambling, owed over a million, and in a crazed state, he stabbed my mother to death and then jumped off a building.

I had been playing downstairs, witnessing my mother’s lifeless body with her eyes wide open in front of me.

The children in the neighborhood, after hearing about my family, would force my head into the dirt every day, repeatedly making me bark like a dog.