Chapter 294 Barking Like
A Dog
The scene unfolded with merciless intensity as Corrine maintained her iron grip on Leah’s shoulder, leaving no room for resistance. Leah felt as helpless as prey in a predator’s sights, waves of humiliation washing over her with crushing force.
She bowed her head, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tried to block out the countless mocking stares surrounding her.
Her trembling fists betrayed the tempest of hatred and fury building within.
The bitter irony of her position struck deep–she was the Burgess family heiress, Bruce’s chosen bride, destined to lead the Ashton household. Yet here she knelt, subjugated by Corrine, whom she viewed as nothing more than a rural upstart from humble origins.
The indignity of it burned like acid in her veins.
Rita, seeing Corrine’s attention diverted to Leah, sensed an opportunity for revenge.
With desperate speed, she snatched an ashtray from the nearby coffee table and lunged toward Corrine, murder blazing in her eyes.
“Die, you
wretch!”
“Look out!” Karina’s panicked warning pierced the air.
Nate, watching the live stream in his car, frowned deeply, anger flashing across his
features.
Yet he needn’t have worried. Corrine moved with practiced precision, simultaneously catching Rita’s wrist while gripping her throat.
The resounding crash of Rita’s body hitting the floor echoed through the room, a testament to Corrine’s ruthless efficiency.
A ghost of an admiring smile played across Nate’s lips as he observed.
Rita lay crumpled on the floor, gasping for air between pained coughs. “Corrine… you’ll… pay dearly for this…”
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Leah carefully masked the ice in her gaze as she attempted a final plea, her face a masterpiece of fragile vulnerability. “Miss Holland, surely our submission is enough? Can’t you release us now?”
“Such eloquence, Miss Burgess.” Corrine’s voice dripped with mockery as she towered over her kneeling form. “Tell me, would you show mercy if our positions were reversed? A loss demands its price–surely you understand this basic principle?”
Leah’s jaw clenched. “What more could want?”
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“Something simple.” Corrine’s words fell like ice shards. “Crawl on your hands and knees. Bark like a dog.”
The command plunged Leah into new depths of horror.
Kneeling had been humiliating enough, but to crawl and bark like an animal? The very thought sent tremors of rage through her body.
Her position as the Burgess family’s cherished daughter made such degradation unthinkable.
Rita’s hatred for Corrine reached a fever pitch.
“You vicious witch! Release me!” Her hysterical screams filled the air with increasingly vulgar curses, each more venomous than the last.
“Miss Ashton, perhaps save your voice for barking instead?” Corrine’s response cut like a blade.
As Leah knelt with downcast eyes, her mind raced through countless scenarios of
revenge.
The proud Burgess heiress, reduced to such public shame, now commanded to mimic a common dog.
The universe seemed to mock her further as a nearby toy poodle let out a cheerful bark.
A playful smile graced Corrine’s lips, though her eyes remained glacial. “Well? We’re waiting. Bark!”
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