The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 1201
Dazed and bleeding, Blake noticed Cecilia in a slit dress sitting elegantly on a couch with a glass of red wine in her hand, as if
she
had been anticipating this moment.
Cecilia put down her foot and leaned over with a grace that concealed
her malicious intent. She lifted Blake’s chin with her red-nailed finger, as Blake struggled to maintain consciousness, her mind
reeling.
“Poor thing, bleeding already? Let me help disinfect that wound,”
Cecilia said in a sinister tone, her eyes turning cold as she poured the
red wine over Blake’s bleeding forehead. The stinging pain caused
Blake to struggle.
“Still trying to struggle? Hold her down!” Cecilia commanded.
Two burly men stepped forward, pinning Blake’s legs down with their
feet. In agony, Blake screamed, “Ms. Samford, what are you doing? I
haven’t wronged you. Why are you doing this?”

Cecilia’s eyes sparkled with sadistic pleasure. “Blake, are you really
that naive, or just pretending ? You chose to oppose me instead of
following my path. I even gave you three chances, yet you still insist
on thwarting my plans. Don’t even dream of leaving here alive today?”
Enjoying her control, Cecilia taunted, “I wonder, does Madelyn know
you’re in danger? Why don’t you call her and see if she comes to save
you?”
Realizing the futility of pretending, Blake faced Cecilia defiantly. “This
is a lawful society, Ms. Samford. I’ve informed someone that if I’m
not released within half an hour, the police will be notified, and you’ll be accused of kidnapping.”
Cecilia chuckled, “Not bad, so you do have some brains after all. But
don’t worry, I have plenty of time. These men haven’t touched a woman in a while, and you seem to be exactly their type.”
With a flick, Cecilia released Blake’s hair, leaving her weakened on the floor. As the men approached with leering smiles, Blake
tried to escape but was grabbed and shoved onto the ground.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. We know how to handle stubborn women,” one

of the men said to Cecilia.
Cecilia poured another glass of wine, sipping leisurely. “Be careful not to kill her. I still have plans for her.”
She recorded a video of Blake and sent it to a familiar number, with a voice message, “If you want her to live, tell me where
Zach’s will is within a minute. Otherwise, the fun begins.”
Cecilia, an expert in exploiting weaknesses, laughed arrogantly and watched Blake struggle in vain as the men tore off her
clothes. Within minutes, Blake’s face was bruised, blood trickling from her mouth.
“Blake, I actually had a good impression of you, you know. If you’d chosen my side from the start, I could’ve given you anything,
even Kevin or a deputy CEO position at Jardin Corporation,” said Cecilia.
Suddenly, one of the men shouted, “Urgh! You bit me! You’re asking
for it!”
Blake, kicked in the chest, spat out blood. The blows kept coming, and in her mind, she was haunted by a terrible memory.