Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 39

Just as I was about to go confront Ruben, I received a strange text message:

"Come with sincerity to please me, or the online trolls won't be removed."

An hour later, I found myself at Ruben's house.

Ruben was leaning against the door, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and blowing out cigarette smoke. He barked:

"Come in!"

The moment I entered, he extinguished the cigarette, hoisted me over his shoulder, and marched toward the master bedroom.

He threw me heavily onto the bed.

He loosened his tie and pulled a box of condoms from his pocket, commanding:

"Open it, please me. If I’m satisfied, I’ll call off the trolls!"

When I saw what he was holding, my ears instantly burned with embarrassment. I turned my face away:

"No... I... can't!"

He grabbed my face and twisted it back toward him:

"Joanna, think you’re tough now?"

"Don’t think that just because you have a hundred thousand followers, you’re something special."

"I’m telling you, without me, you’re nothing!"

With that, he aggressively leaned in to kiss me.

Crazy. He’s completely insane!

I wanted to cry, but no tears would come.

I had never seen Ruben like this before.

This version of him was a stranger to me, and even more terrifying.

Hector held me and gently patted my back, whispering:

"It’s okay, it’s okay."

But just then—

There was a violent crash from outside the car window:

"Joanna, get out here!"

"Drive! Drive fast!"