Trading My Ex for His Uncle

The man clearly hadn't expected Nyla to wake up at that moment and push him off the bed, so he cursed in frustration.

"Who are you?!" Nyla backed away, frantically searching for something to defend herself with, her face full of panic and fear.

The man sneered, his tone lewd. "I'm the guy who's gonna make you feel amazing."

With that, he lunged at her.

A small red light blinked in the corner of the room, recording everything that was happening.

As the man charged at Nyla, she swung a table lamp at his forehead. He screamed in pain, feeling liquid trickle down from his head, and slapped her hard.

"Bitch! You dare hit me? I'll make you pay!" he roared.

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He snatched the lamp from her and threw it to the floor, pinning her down. He grabbed her collar and yanked it hard, popping the buttons off and exposing her chest and bra.

Lust and greed filled his eyes as he pulled her bra strap down, his expression lecherous.

Nyla struggled desperately, and her nails scratched the man's face, making him even angrier.

He slapped her twice more. Her ears rang and her mind was fuzzy, draining her strength to fight back.

The man started to pull her pants down. Her struggle was in vain, her heart sinking into despair.

Just as he was about to pull off her underwear, a loud bang came from the door.

Before the man could react, he was kicked off Nyla.

The weight on Nyla lifted, and a warm jacket was draped over her.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The familiar scent of pine reached Nyla's nose. She slowly opened her eyes to see Damon, and finally felt at ease, blacking out right after.

When Damon broke down the door, his eyes immediately turned bloodshot. He saw the man on top of Nyla and kicked him off her. Noticing her swollen face, disheveled hair, and near- naked body, he quickly covered her with his jacket, fury burning in his eyes.

After Damon pulled the jacket over Nyla, he stood up and walked slowly toward the man cowering in the

corner.

Sensing the danger, the man started shaking even more violently. "Please let me go- Ahhh!"

Damon stomped on the man's crotch, his scream echoing through the sixth floor.

Bill and Zoe were brought in by Damon's men just in time to witness this, fear evident in their eyes. They were thrown to the floor next to the man, who was now pale with pain and terror. "Mr. Sumner, what should we do next?" Spencer asked

Damon's expression was icy as he glanced at the camera in the corner. "Whatever she did to Nyla, make

sure these two men do the same to her. Have someone watch over them."

Zoe's face turned ashen, and she immediately knelt, pleading, "Mr. Sumner, please! It was Mr. Jenkinson's orders-

She tried to crawl toward Damon but was kicked aside by Spencer, landing pathetically on the floor.

Damon walked over to the bed to pick up the unconscious Nyla and strode out of the room.

Behind him, Zoe's screams and pleas gradually faded into hopeless sobs.

When Nyla woke up, she shot upright, her eyes still filled with panic and fear. The sudden movement caused a sharp pain in her hand, and she looked down to see an IV drip. "You're awake?"