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Chapter_93
The atmosphere in the room grew more suffocating with each slap. The sound echoed in the tense silence, a stark contrast to the once lively hum of the event. Kathleen’s hand trembled as she slapped Leah again, her heart breaking with every strike. This was not how she had envisioned this night—everything had spiraled out of control so quickly, and now she was trapped in this humiliating spectacle.
Leah, her face reddened and tear-streaked, could barely keep herself upright. The sting of the slaps matched the burning shame inside her. She had never been so degraded, not even by her own family. But the worst part was the fact that she was helpless. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t fight back. Her mother’s shaking hand had sealed her fate, each slap reinforcing the growing pit of despair in her stomach.
“Five,” Arianna continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She stood with a smug grin, watching the spectacle unfold before her. It wasn’t enough for her to have won the auction. Now, she needed to see Leah broken, humiliated, and completely at her mercy.
Kathleen’s mind raced, each slap feeling like a betrayal, but what else could she do? Micah had already made his stance clear, and Arianna, with his backing, was untouchable. The shame Leah had brought upon herself—upon their entire family—was now being compounded by the force of Arianna’s revenge.
“Six… Seven…” Arianna counted methodically, almost like she was savoring the moment.
Felipe, who had been silently observing, looked at his wife with an expression of despair. He could see the pain in Kathleen’s eyes, the struggle between her maternal instincts and the cold reality of the situation. He wanted to stop it, to intervene, but he knew he was powerless here. The presence of Micah and Arianna made any form of resistance futile. His silence, his submission, was all he could offer.
Kathleen’s arm ached, her wrist raw with each slap. She closed her eyes after every hit, trying to block out the sound, the looks of the crowd, the humiliation of the moment. Her only comfort was that this would end soon, but even that thought was fleeting.
“Eight… Nine…” Arianna’s voice was still full of mockery. “Come on, Kathleen, one more. Let’s finish it.”
Kathleen took a deep breath, the tears threatening to fall as she raised her hand once more. Leah sobbed softly, barely able to stand.
Then, before Kathleen could bring her hand down again, a voice cut through the room.
“Enough.”
The command was simple, but it stopped everything in its tracks.
Micah stepped forward, his imposing presence casting a shadow over the scene. His gaze was cold, but there was an underlying sense of finality to his tone. Arianna, still with a smile on her lips, paused mid-count, her eyes flickering towards him.
“Micah…” Arianna began, but Micah raised his hand to silence her.
“I said enough,” he repeated, his voice carrying weight. “This is over.”
Arianna’s smile faltered, but she complied, stepping back. Kathleen, still trembling, let out a shaky breath as she lowered her hand. The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone watched, waiting for what would come next.
Micah turned to face the Potter family, his gaze fixed on Kathleen and Leah. There was no warmth in his expression—only cold calculation. “This is your last warning,” he said, his voice cold but measured. “You’ve embarrassed yourselves enough for tonight. If I hear of anything like this happening again, there will be consequences.”
His words were a sharp contrast to the earlier tension, and yet they carried an unmistakable finality. Micah’s power was undeniable, and everyone in the room knew it. The situation had shifted from chaos to something more controlled, more ominous.
With a nod, he signaled to the bodyguards, who immediately stepped forward to usher the Potter family out. There was no more room for negotiation, no more words to be said. The damage had been done.
Arianna, still holding her victory with a smug expression, turned to Micah. “You were very kind, Mr. Clemens,” she said sweetly, though her tone hinted at something darker.
Micah didn’t respond. Instead, he turned and walked away, his presence casting a long shadow over the room. He had played his part, and now it was over.
As the Potter family was escorted out, the silence lingered in the room, a quiet tension that wouldn’t easily fade. The once-celebratory atmosphere was now thick with a sense of discomfort. Micah had handled the situation with the cold precision of a master, but the damage to Leah and her family’s reputation was irreparable.
