Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 524

Chapter 524:

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“Dad, I have no way out. Please, help me!”

Caiden sneered.

“Yes, you have no way out. If you had one, you wouldn’t be begging.

You ran off with that useless Milo. Now that you’ve been fooled, deal with it on your own!”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Joyce sat motionless on the floor, her gaze blank as she stared into the vast emptiness of the villa. She remembered a time when she had been the beloved daughter, adored by Caiden, with her mother holding the highest place of favor in the household. She had been a prominent socialite in Olisvine, admired and envied by many.

Joyce couldn’t comprehend how she had fallen so far, reduced to a figure of disdain and contempt. Bitterness filled her chest, like a growing storm. Her heart felt cold, as though it had stopped beating. The endless torment she had endured felt like a slow, unrelenting agony, each day stretching out longer than the last. She had no one to turn to, no one to lean on.

The thought of being dragged away again, tossed into that dark warehouse to face another round of cruelty, filled her with dread. With trembling legs, Joyce made her way upstairs, the maid’s calls echoing behind her, but she didn’t stop or answer. When she stepped out onto the balcony, the cold wind hit her face sharply, as though it was trying to strip away the last shreds of her humiliation.

Surprisingly, Joyce felt an odd sense of relief, a strange kind of peace settling over her.

Just as Joyce leaned forward, someone yanked her back. Cedric’s gaze was icy, filled with chilling indifference. Tears streaked down Joyce’s face as she looked at him miserably. Never in her wildest thoughts had she imagined that Cedric, of all people, would be the one to pull her back from the edge.

“Cedric, let me go! I want to die!” she cried out.

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Cedric dragged her inside and dropped her to the floor, treating her like nothing more than a burden. Despite his harshness, Joyce felt a strange softening in her heart. Just moments before, she had been lost in a haze, almost ready to end it all. Now she was terrified just thinking back on it.

Her fear made her vulnerable. She stared up at Cedric. His eyes were razor-sharp, like an eagle’s, radiating the authority of someone in command. Seeing him like this stirred something in her. She bit her lip, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, attempting to mimic how Katrina used to flirt with Caiden.

“Cedric, you saved me.”

Had this villa not been the one Brylee left to Daniela, Cedric might have kicked her off the roof. But Joyce remained completely oblivious to Cedric’s true thoughts.

Lowering her voice, she asked, “Cedric, you do care about me, don’t you?”

He remained silent, offering no response.

Undeterred, Joyce pressed on, “If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have followed me up here.

You saw I was struggling and came after me. I’ve noticed you sneak little glances my way.

You do like me, don’t you? I know I’m not as beautiful or accomplished as Daniela. Cedric, I’m willing to be your mistress if you help me pay off the hundred million I owe. My child and I will belong to you completely.”

With newfound resolve, she reached out to hug him. The feel of his solid form against hers sent a surge of excitement through her. Joyce opened her eyes, puckered her lips, and leaned in, but before she could make contact, a hand suddenly pressed firmly against her forehead.

“Joyce, what nonsense is running through that head of yours?”

Joyce froze in place, her gaze landing on Daniela. Confusion clouded her mind.

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