Page 46 of Claimed By the Billionaires

“Well, with everything happening so soon—”

“You’ll have to wait your turn, Mr. Lester, I suggest. Millie will see you out.”

“This is a travesty. I’m Ned Lester. My daughter is going to be the Phoenix virgin. I demand respect—” He cut himself off and then glared at Winter as if he had noticed her for the first time.

“They’re keeping their whore in the same house they’ll be bringing my daughter.”

Piper, Sutton, and Millie moved in front of Winter so swiftly that she thought she had imagined everything.

“Mr. Lester, if I were you and I’d like to continue living, I would turn around and leave right now,” Piper said.

“I wholeheartedly second that,” Sutton added.

“Am I being threatened by both the Leonis and the Basilisks?”

“No, not at all. But you are being threatened by the heads of the Phoenix Monarch for what you just called Ms. Creer.”

“A whore? That’s exactly what she is. That’s how she’ll go down in history. She asked for—”

Winter never resorted to violence; the act never even crossed her mind until she found herself with her knuckles planted deep into the eye socket of Mr. Ned Lester.

“I’m not anyone’s whore,” she said quietly, grimacing on the inside as her knuckles started to throb.

The other ladies couldn’t stop laughing or cheering her on. Ned Lester, on the other hand, said she would be hearing from his lawyers before the day was over.

But once Piper and Sutton left, after making her promise she would call them with anything she needed, the reality of the situation set in.

She was their whore. She would go down in history as their whore.

And that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was knowing they had a virgin to claim from the Lester family. A rightful virgin.

Without thinking, she started to pack her bags. She’d taken her punishment as obediently as she could, and did everything that was required of her. Dying on the inside when the sensation of them moving inside her body made her want to wrap her arms around their necks and cling to them for dear life, the wordsI love youstrangling her.

She wiped angrily at her tears. Now was not the time.

“What are you doing?” Aston’s voice startled her. He was followed by Konnor and Houston.

“I’m leaving. I can be your whore from my own house. I’ll let you know when I’m ovulating again, and we can make arrangements.”

She allowed her gaze to spread over the three of them one last time before she resumed packing.

“Lester is a dead man already,” Konnor said softly.

“No,” she said, continuing to bundle up her clothes. “He’s right. But haven’t you hurt me enough? I don’t want to be here when you take your rightful virgin.”

“Why is that?” Aston asked, removing his jacket and tie and rolling up his sleeves. Konnor and Houston were doing the same.

“I—it doesn’t matter. Please don’t do this to me. Please just let me go home.”

“When we took your virginity, Winter, what did we do with your virgin blood?”

The question stumped her. Were they losing their minds?

“You...”

“Yes?”

“You smeared it across your chest.”

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