Chapter 2 Hand Over the Money

Hearing the sounds outside, Victoria snapped back to reality, her eyes wide with fear. She pushed at William, urgently whispering, "Not here... someone might see us... please..."

William ignored her pleas, deaf to the noise outside. He roughly tore off her clothes, exposing her full breasts and the slender curve of her waist.

"William, please let go of me..." she begged, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

William turned her around and bent her over the toilet. He leaned down, kissing her neck, his hands roaming over her curves. "Baby," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire, like a devil tempting her.

Victoria felt her thoughts scatter, a shiver running through her body, making her weak and powerless.

"William..." she trembled, her voice shaking.

Hearing her voice, William felt his blood boil, unable to control himself any longer. He took her roughly.

"William... uh... ahhh..."

Victoria's voice was hoarse, trembling with moans. Her nails dug into her own skin as she bit her lip, struggling to endure the pain of his rough entry. Seeing her struggle only excited William more, making him even rougher.

Outside, people heard the commotion, speculating about what was happening inside. A few sleazy guys next door started making lewd comments.

"Man, you guys are on fire in there."

"I bet she's a virgin!"

"Yeah, with those awkward moans, she definitely doesn't have much experience."

Hearing these filthy words, Victoria was jolted awake, her face turning pale. Not wanting to endure this humiliation any longer, she tried to push William away with all her might, but he was too excited, continuing his relentless thrusts.

"Please, let me go," she cried, tears streaming down her face. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, powerless, leaving her helplessly lying there.

William ignored her, becoming even more frenzied, taking her like a beast. Each thrust brought unbearable pain. She pounded his chest with her fists, hoping to make him stop, but her efforts only added to his pleasure.

Finally, Victoria, numb, felt the wet, sticky sensation inside her as William finished, slowly letting her go.

He looked down at her with a satisfied grin, licking his lips. "That was amazing."

Victoria lay on the cold toilet seat, gasping for breath.

William adjusted his clothes, looking down at her with a dark expression. "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold this against you. But if you ever upset my fiancée again, you know what will happen." He pulled out his wallet, tossing a card on the ground, and patted her cheek.

"Here's a hundred grand for this month. Be a good girl and come when I call. Pay off your father's million-dollar debt as soon as possible." With that, he walked out, his polished shoes clicking on the floor.

Victoria trembled, picking up the card in humiliation. She slowly stood up, straightening herself, and staggered out of the restroom.

She went to the hospital and used the card to pay Nora's overdue medical bills. As she reached the door of the hospital room, she heard Nora's cheerful laughter inside.

Victoria's nerves tightened, her hands gripping the door handle, veins bulging, knuckles white. She knew the only person who could make Nora this happy was Bobby.

She pushed the door open and walked straight in. Sure enough, Bobby was sitting by the bed, chatting warmly with Nora.

Bobby looked up and saw Victoria enter, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a smile. "Victoria, you're here," he greeted.

Victoria shot him a cold glance and nodded.

Seeing Victoria's cold attitude towards Bobby, Nora was furious. "Bobby's about to take the SAT, and he still finds time to visit me. What kind of attitude is this?"

Bobby quickly held Nora's hand, comforting her. "Mom, it's okay. Don't blame Victoria, she's always been like this."

"You are so considerate," Nora said, looking at Bobby with admiration, then turned to glare at Victoria. "You ungrateful thing, you're not even half as good as Bobby."

Victoria was used to Nora's favoritism towards Bobby and didn't argue. She quietly cleaned up the room's trash and said, "I've paid the overdue medical bills. Take care of yourself."

"Paying it off so late, what a disgrace," Nora sneered, then turned to Bobby with a warm smile. "Bobby, I heard your painting won second place in the national competition. You're amazing! You really inherited my talent!"

Nora had been a well-known painter over twenty years ago, but an injury caused by a young Victoria had ended her career. Since then, she had harbored resentment towards Victoria and pinned all her hopes on Bobby.

Bobby's smile froze for a moment but quickly returned to normal. "Thank you, Mom. It's nothing."

Victoria paused her cleaning, listening to their conversation. Bobby's painting skills were not even half as good as hers, yet he had won second place in the national competition?

"By the way, you need to submit a portfolio in the second half of the year. How's that coming along?" Nora asked with concern.

Bobby's face showed unease, nervously twisting his clothes and lowering his head. "Actually, I..."

Seeing Bobby's hesitation, Nora became anxious. "Bobby, what's wrong?"

Victoria stood by the door, coldly watching Nora and Bobby's affectionate performance, a mocking smile on her lips.

"Mom, the teacher said that with my current level, it's still risky to get into an art university. It's best to attend the training class held by the professors from that university to improve my chances of getting accepted." Bobby explained, his eyes reddening, biting his lip, looking very dejected.

Nora was stunned, then immediately worried. "How can this be? Didn't you win second place in the national competition?"

"The art university has many internal factions, and without connections, it's impossible to get in. This training class is just a way for the professors to collect bribes and reserve spots for those who can pay. But the cost is too high, it needs two hundred thousand, and with our current situation..." Bobby explained, tears streaming down his face.

"Victoria has money!" Nora turned to Victoria, urgently commanding, "Victoria, go get two hundred thousand for Bobby immediately!"

Victoria remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything. Two hundred thousand? Did they think she was a bank?

It was the same old trick of acting pitiful to gain sympathy. Victoria was all too familiar with it and didn't even bother to respond.