Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 986: Is this the punishment fate has given her?

Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Is this the punishment fate has given her?

Bertha Swift came down from the stage, her forehead glistening with a thin layer of sweat that brought out a bright red on her heavily made-up face, masking the sickly pallor beneath.

Maria White came over and hugged her waist, "Bertha, you were amazing!"

Bertha Swift wasn’t quite accustomed to such intimate gestures and awkwardly reached out to push Maria White a bit, "You were great too."

"How could I compare to you? Did you see how so many people were frantically taking photos of you just now, completely ignoring the lead singer?" Maria White released Bertha Swift, though her voice carried hints of excitement.

Bertha Swift shook her head, "I didn’t notice. Now that it’s over, can we get paid and leave?"

Rather than caring about the attention, Bertha Swift was more concerned about when she could receive her money and leave.

Maria White snapped back to reality and replied, "I’ll go ask right away."

After saying that, Maria White took off in a flash, leaving Bertha Swift wanting to ask how she would get home but finding her already gone. Frustrated, she had no choice but to follow others back to the dressing room. Yet before she reached it, a man who looked like the bar manager approached, "Come over here for a bit."

Bertha Swift looked confused and pointed at herself, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, that’s right, you. Come over here." The man confirmed.

Bertha Swift frowned lightly; she hadn’t rested properly after her miscarriage, her nutrition hadn’t been kept up, leaving her extremely weak. Dancing earlier had pushed her to her physical limits, so being singled out now made her reluctant, "Is there something you need?"

"Of course, something good," the bar manager replied, emphasizing his words when he saw her hesitation, and after she still didn’t move, he reached out and pulled her in the direction of a private room.

Bertha Swift was startled and tried to break free but her body was too weak to muster strength, while the other girls who danced with her seemed indifferent, some even displayed envious admiration. This made Bertha Swift feel increasingly uncomfortable, her voice turning stern, "Please let go of me."

"Why don’t you appreciate kindness? Some young masters inside took a fancy to you, go and accompany them, no need to dance so hard," he finished and shoved Bertha Swift into the room.

Bertha Swift lost her balance and stumbled to the floor, her head dizzy, taking a while to clear up and take in her surroundings. She soon noticed a few dandy young men sitting in the room, her heart tensed, anxiety engulfing her.

"That young master really picked her? She doesn’t seem exceptional!" Someone spoke, with a hint of disdain in the words.

"Tut-tut, didn’t you see her dance just now? That waist, so slender and soft," a born in the purple person said while filming, his tone frivolous, carrying a touch of reluctance.

"Master Lewis took a liking?" Another person teased.

"What use is it for me to like her, the young master fancied her," the one called Master Lewis said with some regret and finally looked at Bertha Swift on the ground.

Recovering from her dizziness, Bertha Swift managed to hear the gist of their conversation, realizing she had caught someone’s eye. Her heart tightened, her peripheral vision caught the door at the back, just as Master Lewis addressed her, "Are you a virgin?"

Bertha Swift frowned deeply, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

The other, clearly displeased, turned to jesting, "Master Lewis, are you kidding, looking for virgins in a nightclub, especially one who dances provocatively?"

Realizing the folly in his thoughts, Master Lewis chuckled, laughed it off, and then adopted a generous demeanor, "Name your price, I’ll buy your company for a night."

Though Bertha Swift had anticipated no good would come from these men, hearing them so blatantly invite her to name her price still made her heart race painfully. She forced herself to stand, counting three people in the room, dressed head to toe in designer clothes but with human-like dog postures.

"Sorry, I am not a woman for sale," Bertha Swift coldly declined.

"One hundred thousand," the person apparently hadn’t understood Bertha Swift’s words.

Bertha Swift’s face turned worse; though she had been treated like a commodity by her parents for years, she had never been insulted this way. Her body trembled slightly, "I told you, I am not here to sell myself."

"One hundred fifty thousand! Be sensible, this price matches even third-fourth tier little celebrities, don’t overestimate yourself just being a nightclub dancer," Master Lewis was getting impatient, his words to Bertha Swift already edging on hardness.

But Bertha Swift wasn’t a naive little girl who hadn’t seen the world, though currently impoverished, she hadn’t yet reached the point of selling herself, nor would she be swayed by the price of one hundred fifty thousand for one night. She stood stiffly in place, "No amount would make me sell."

After saying this she turned to leave, but just as she reached to open the door, she was abruptly grabbed and slammed against the wall.

The violent collision further exacerbated her already frail body, she trembled in pain, but instinctively looked warily at the man who grabbed her, "What do you want?"

"Is this refusing a toast and instead drinking a penalty?" The man, surnamed Lewis, never had a reputation for being reasonable, gained ground in Swallow City leveraging the city’s economic boom over recent years, enjoying bending the rules and being lauded. Being rejected multiple times by a bar dancer had his feelings understandably twisted.

Bertha Swift’s entire body ached terribly, seeing Master Lewis’ expression, her body instinctively backed away but ended up trapped in the corner, hitting the spot she had just injured, her heavily made-up face warping in pain, "Master Lewis, right? This is Swallow City, a society governed by law, openly forcing someone into prostitution is illegal."

Bertha Swift wasn’t a naive, innocent girl. She had mingled with the circle of born in the purple and knew that many played games with wide-scale boundaries, yet never expected such a filthy game would one day involve her. Though aware her words carried no real threat to them, she could only issue this warning, attempting to make them realize their actions were illegal.

"Hahahahaha..."

Upon finishing her words, there was a momentary silence in the air. Just as Bertha Swift thought her words might have some effect, the room burst into a loud cacophony of laughter.

Bertha Swift heard the mocking laughter, pressed her lips tightly, her body hurt more sharply, her mind raced frantically, but found herself only able to hope Maria White would realize she was absent and find a way to rescue her, unable to think of any other solution.

"Not bad looking, but not quite bright, coming to a place like this to dance yet still thinks the law will protect her? I say little beauty, why so naive?" Master Lewis mocked, approached Bertha Swift, and lightly began tapping her cheek.

Being slowly patted by this action made Bertha Swift break out in goosebumps, her body shrank back more painfully, pressing harder against the wall, fear blossomed in her eyes, "Y-you...you can’t do this!"

Even now Bertha Swift was making an effort to maintain composure, but the tremor in her voice revealed her intense fear and panic.

Oswald Lewis quickly saw through her facade, "Can’t do what? Tell me, little brother, I’ll see if I can do it?"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

After his words, the other two in the private room let out a series of lewd laughter.

Bertha Swift’s entire body shook more severely, she tightly clenched the hem of her dress, listening to him say each word with ruthless intent, "Little prostitute, either take the hundred thousand, then go please those you need to please well, or let us brothers enjoy you for free a whole night, your choice!"

In an instant, Bertha Swift felt as if she had plunged into an icy lake, her eyes filled with immense fear, finding it hard to believe that someone in modern society would utter such insane words. The terrifying part was she could tell from the opponent’s eyes and words that this wasn’t a joke.

If she dared to refuse this deal, then tonight she would inevitably face a fate of gang rape.

Bertha Swift always thought being forced to induce labor, being thrown out by her father, and living in poverty was already tragic, but only now did she realize life can always be worse.

"How you look, seems like you enjoy free foursomes. All right then, brothers come here, tonight we can give her a good service..."

"No!"

Before Oswald Lewis could finish speaking, Bertha Swift’s nerves collapsed. She shouted ’no’ loudly, then fearfully looked at the opponent.

"Huh, is it the ten thousand you don’t want, or you don’t want to serve the few brothers? You better make it clear!" The teasing voice carried frivolity and contempt, making Bertha Swift’s body tremble even more fiercely.

She barely held herself up, shouting in panic, "Ten thousand, just ten thousand, I agree with you."

Rather than being gang-raped by these bastards on site, Bertha Swift chose the ten thousand, even if it meant serving a decrepit old man aged sixty or seventy, she didn’t want to be ruined by them.

Moreover, as long as she got out, she could figure out something.

"Hehe, you should have said so sooner." Oswald Lewis shrugged smugly, reached out and patted Bertha Swift’s shaking body, "I originally thought you were decent. After letting him have a taste first, I’d play a bit. Didn’t expect you’re so timid, guessing if we play anyway it wouldn’t be interesting, though..."

Speaking here, Oswald Lewis paused, "Just in case when serving the big man, you make him lose interest with trembling fear. Don’t blame me for sorting you out then. Since you’ve taken the money, do a good job for me. Also... don’t think about escaping, or I will make you regret ever coming into this world."

Planning to find a way to escape after leaving the private room, Bertha Swift only felt more dizzy, a place where she hit the wall was throbbing with pain, but none of this matched the fear and humiliation in her heart.

She did not speak, the opponent didn’t care either, signaling to the two behind him, "Take her over."

"Now?" The person behind hesitated a moment, then quickly explained, "I heard he’s admitted to the hospital, wouldn’t it be inappropriate to send her to the hospital?"

"What’s wrong with that, I heard his health has been fine for a long time, it’s his father who forced him to stay in the hospital. Otherwise, he would’ve come out early to party, why else would he find a girl from our Facebook Circle?" The one next to him agreed with Master Lewis.

Oswald Lewis laughed indecently, "Haven’t heard of hospital play? That’s what makes it thrilling!"

"You sure know how to play, Master Lewis."

"Tsk tsk, just thinking about it is exciting, then why don’t we get her into a nurse outfit?"

Listening to this, Bertha Swift’s eyes reddened, unable to believe one day she would be sold so cheaply as a whore and suffer such humiliation but powerless to change it.

"No need, isn’t he just interested in her dancing? Since she’s going, she better perform well, dance properly for him. If you serve him well, you’ll have heavy rewards on getting their family’s project." After saying that, Oswald Lewis cruelly pinched Bertha Swift’s heavily made-up cheek.

Bertha Swift let out a muffled groan of pain, wanted to protest but as soon as she saw him wave his hand, one person stepped forward and pulled out a blindfold from somewhere, putting it on her eyes.

Instantly Bertha Swift’s vision turned to darkness, seeing nothing, the visual barrier intensified her inner terror, realizing the temporary measure was useless, she reached out trying to remove the blindfold, only to have her hand slapped away, the back of her hand throbbed painfully, yet she continued struggling, mumbling, "Let me go, I have money, I can give you money... what you’re doing is illegal, let me go! Right, I’m Piers—"

"Shut up!"

Bertha Swift’s struggle was too intense, provoking dissatisfaction from the opponent. As she panicked trying to use the Piers family’s name as a shield, the opponent impatiently pinched her jaw open and stuffed something into her mouth, blocking her speech.

Her struggling whimpers were to no avail, only feeling herself being taken out of the bar and shoved into a closed car.

During this time she tried to call for help and escape, but the opponent was obviously prepared, giving her no opportunity at all.

Curling inside the car, Bertha Swift heard the intense sound of the car door closing, despairingly closed her eyes, tears soaking through the blindfold, she thought of her fate awaiting her, helpless and hopeless.

Bertha Swift didn’t understand what she had done wrong? Is being greedy as a human wrong, if initially, she hadn’t agreed to her father to seduce Master Brandon, she wouldn’t have fallen into Mrs. Piers’ trap, she wouldn’t have got muddled up with Adam Piers, then heartened by his relentless pestering, wouldn’t end up in such circumstances now.

People say one wrong step leads to another, is all this punishment from heaven?

Thinking about the small life that accompanied her for four months inside her belly, and the pain she experienced when hearing the doctor’s earnest advice, clearly she’d already paid such a high price for her mistake, why was she still being punished so, does heaven want her to die as an eye for an eye?

But she was the one who felt the saddest and couldn’t bear to lose the child!

Tears seeped through the blindfold, running down her cheeks, all this time Bertha Swift forcefully comforted herself, though it was induced labor, it wasn’t much different from giving birth, she’d have to recuperate well, can’t be cold, can’t cry; otherwise, she would leave lasting damage. But that night on West Mountain, she blew the northwest wind for most of the night, thus comforting herself to not cry anymore.

But this moment she couldn’t hold back.

Tears seeped to the corners of her lips, bitter and tart, yet not comparing to the fate given, and she knew what awaited her would be even more brutal.

Though she didn’t know who the questioned ’man’ was, but seeing Oswald’s appearance it must be someone of high power he needs to curry favor with.

And what good can curry favor with such people be?

Bertha Swift closed her eyes tightly again, preparing for the worst.

Anyway, the world doesn’t like her, why should she cling to it, hehe...

Curling in the corner, Bertha Swift in boundless darkness mockingly yet hopelessly thought.

While the car continued driving, seeming as if heading towards Bertha Swift’s predetermined fate.

Not knowing how long had passed, the car finally stopped. Bertha Swift was roughly dragged from the car, not yet entering March in Swallow City still cold, wearing a thin long dress, she staggered when hit by the cold wind, shiver followed, but she hadn’t caught her breath when the opponent pushed her inside.

Having studied medicine since elementary school, Bertha Swift immediately smelled a whiff of disinfectant, self-mocking at the moment, she guessed right, the opponent intends to deliver her to a decrepit old man.

Lowering her head, Bertha Swift held her clothes tightly.