My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 61

Zane Zacharias reached out and pinched Sienna's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"You can scream all you want, but it won't change what's going to happen tonight. You paid me millions of dollars to do a job. The target might have changed, but it's still a win for me."

Tears of sheer terror streamed down Sienna's face.

She struggled frantically, her long nails digging into the back of Zane's hand, leaving several bloody scratches.

"Let me go! I'll pay you whatever you want! Ten million! Twenty million! Name your price!"

Zane hissed in pain. Looking down at the bleeding scratches on his hand, his smile vanished, replaced by a dark, predatory scowl.

"You ungrateful little bitch."

He slapped her hard across the face.

Sienna collapsed to the floor, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her ears ringing loudly.

Zane crouched down and grabbed a handful of her hair. "Mr. Langford made it very clear. If I don't get this done tonight, I'm dead meat in this city. Did you really think I'd cross Lucian Langford for your pocket change?"

Sienna trembled violently.

Lucian Langford?

He knew?

Impossible. She had just seen him mingling at the banquet; how could he have figured it out so fast?

Damn it!

Right now, Sienna could only pray that her mother would notice she was missing.

"Please... I know I messed up... Just let me go. I swear I won't tell a soul, and I'll still give you the money..."

Zane didn't even let her finish.

He reached out and ruthlessly ripped the shoulder strap of her evening gown.

The sound of tearing fabric was deafening in the quiet room.

Sienna squeezed her eyes shut in absolute despair.

She silently begged for her mother to come save her. She begged for Sebastian Sullivan to burst through the door.

The diffuser in the corner continued to emit a heavy, intoxicating scent, masking all sound.

The corridor outside was completely empty.

No one had a clue what was happening behind that tightly shut door.

Zelda quickly made her way toward the guest suites.

Rounding a corner, she saw the rooms up ahead.

She picked up her pace, but after only a few steps, she heard the sound of approaching laughter.

She whipped her head around.

A waiter holding a tray was leading three or four wealthy socialites around the opposite corner, chatting amiably as they headed in her direction.

"We have a few elegantly furnished guest rooms down this hall. If you ladies are feeling tired, you're welcome to rest here," the waiter offered politely.

Zelda's face drained of color. She still didn't know what had gone wrong. If these women saw anything incriminating, the rumors would destroy them.

Her heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand.

She quickened her steps, desperate to reach the door and knock first.

But before her fingers could even graze the wood, a gasp echoed from behind her.

"Oh my, why is that door cracked open? It looks like someone's inside."

It was the voice of Mrs. Beatrice Sterling, the woman in the red dress.