He Spoiled Me for Three Years… Because I Look Like the Woman He Couldn’t Have Chapter 05
I turned and ran, but he was faster.
Brock grabbed me by the hair and dragged me toward the private yacht docked not far away.
“Let go of me! Help!” I kicked and fought with everything I had, but I could not break free from his thick heavy grip.
He forced a bottle of some kind of liquid date-rape drug down my throat.
Heat flooded through me almost instantly, followed by a terrifying weakness that drained the strength from my limbs.
He threw me onto the deck of the yacht and leaned over me with a vicious grin.
I tried desperately to shove him away, but my whole body had gone soft and useless, leaving me completely at his mercy.
Despair swallowed me whole.
At that exact moment, an SUV smashed through the barrier and screeched to a stop at the shoreline.
It was Callum.
The moment he saw what was happening on the deck, his eyes went bloodshot.
He charged onto the yacht and kicked Brock away from me.
Then he hit him again and again, every punch landing with brutal force, as if he meant to beat him to death right there.
I curled up on the deck.
My body was weak, my face burning with the fever of the drug, and I could not even force out a cry for help.
Elowen strolled onto the deck at an unhurried pace. When she looked at me, a flash of malicious triumph crossed her eyes.
“Callum, stop,” she said softly, taking his arm. “If you keep going, you’ll kill him.”
Her voice turned delicate and wounded.
“Maybe Sienna was just lonely. After all, you were with me.”
“It’s not that surprising she went looking for her ex-husband.”
Then she glanced at me and smiled faintly.
“But this is desperate, even for her. She just lost a pregnancy.”
Callum stopped.
He turned and stared at me.
His gaze swept over my unfocused eyes and flushed face.
The fury in his eyes twisted into disgust.
“Sienna, do you have no shame at all?”
Before I could say a word, he bent down and lifted me into his heavy grip.
“If you wanted to throw yourself at a man that badly,” he said, his voice cold, “then I’ll help you sober up.”
The words had barely left his mouth when he carried me to the edge and jumped.
With a violent splash, seawater rushed into my nose and mouth.
The feverish burn of the drug and the freezing bite of the ocean tore through my body in opposite directions, splitting me apart from the inside.
In the water, Callum gripped my wrist tightly and held me down, refusing to let me surface.
The suffocation made my body struggle on instinct, but I had no strength to fight him.
Only when I was about to lose consciousness did he finally pull me up.
When he saw the agony on my face, something like regret and tenderness flickered through his eyes.
Then a huge wave slammed into the yacht, rocking it hard.
Elowen, who had been standing near the edge of the deck watching the show, lost her balance and screamed as she fell into the shallow water.
“Callum, help! I can’t swim!”
The second he heard Elowen’s cry, Callum looked at me and ordered, “Swim back to shore by yourself and wait for me. Don’t run off again.”
He released the hand that had been holding me up.
Then, without hesitation, he turned and swam toward Elowen with all his strength.
Without his support, I sank straight back into the ocean.
I had no strength left to struggle, only able to let the seawater flood my nose and mouth.
On the other side, in the shallows, Callum dragged Elowen back onto the shore.
Only then did he look back at the water.
“Where’s Sienna?”
His brows tightened.
“Is she still not done making a scene?”
The waves crashed against the rocks.
There was no answer.
His face darkened. He pushed Elowen aside and rushed back into the ocean.
“Sienna, come out!”
He searched wildly, but found nothing.
At last, panic took him completely. He called in a rescue team, and they searched the water through the night.
After an entire night, they found nothing.
Based on the marks at the scene and the direction of the current, the Coast Guard and local police suspended the active search, presuming Sienna drowned.
When Callum heard the news, something inside him seemed to snap.
He coughed up blood.
Then he shot to his feet so violently that he knocked over the chair behind him.
“No,” he rasped. “That’s impossible. She knows how to swim. It’s impossible.”
