"Dragged, Ruined, Shoved"

Chapter 6: Dragged, Ruined, Shoved

As I was forcefully dragged out of the apartment by Stacie's bodyguards and they rip my dress, a sense of overwhelming dread and humiliation washed over me. The physical pain from the assault and the emotional anguish of being betrayed and discarded consumed my thoughts.

I was shoved into the alley, disoriented and disheveled, my hair in disarray and tears streaming down my face. The residents who witnessed the commotion stared in disbelief and shock, uncertain of what exactly was unfolding before them and some of them take photos of me.

Feeling completely ruined and utterly lost, I struggled to gather my composure and find a place of safety. With no one to lean on and nowhere to go, I turned to the only person who had always been there for me - Mayrose. I dialed her number, my trembling fingers desperately seeking solace and guidance.Mayrose's voice on the other end of the line provided a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

As I made my way to Mayrose's home, each step felt heavy, weighed down by the memories of what was once a loving relationship. I couldn't help but question how everything had unraveled so quickly and mercilessly. The pain of betrayal cut deep, but I was determined to rise above it and rebuild my life.

When Mayrose answered the phone and heard the tremor in my voice, she immediately knew something was terribly wrong. Without a moment's hesitation, she reassured me, saying,

"I'll be there in 20 minutes, just stay where you are." She swiftly got dressed in her pajamas, not bothering to fix her appearance, and hurriedly made her way to her car.

Mayrose raced through the streets, disregarding red lights and speed limits, her only focus on reaching me as quickly as possible. When she saw me in the alley, huddled within a garbage can, my clothes ruined and covered in dirt, she sprang into action without hesitation. Scooping me up in her arms, she carried me to her car

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As Mayrose drove me away from that traumatic scene, the overwhelming emotional and physical exhaustion took its toll, causing me to fall into a deep unconsciousness. Time seemed to blur as I drifted through a world of dreams and darkness.

When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital bed, surrounded by the gentle beeping of medical machines. As I looked around, my gaze landed on a man with tousled brown hair and piercing, fiercely green eyes. His muscular physique and striking appearance immediately caught my attention. He was a doctor, meticulously checking the vital machine and scribbling notes on a clipboard. Sensing my presence, he looked up, meeting my gaze with a mixture of concern and relief.

"Oh, you're awake. How do you feel?"

The doctor's cold tone carried a warmth beneath it, captivating my attention. However, the pain in my back reminded me of the events that had unfolded the previous night. As my focus returned to reality, I realized that the doctor had noticed my gaze directed towards someone else.

"The girl you were looking at is outside making a phone call. I'll be attending to other patients now, but feel free to call me if you need anything," he informed me, his words delivered with a professional yet caring demeanor.

As he turned to attend to his other responsibilities, I couldn't help but be drawn to the enigmatic presence of this doctor. His mastery over both his cold tone and warm voice left me with a sense of intrigue.

The picture and articles had gone viral, reaching millions of people across the country. I couldn't help but read through the comments, even though I knew it would only bring more pain. The negativity and judgments flooded the comment sections, with people making assumptions and passing harsh judgments without understanding the truth.

[Aljur_sister: She may be beautiful, but why would she stalk my big bro? What a crazy fan.]

[Me&brotherAljur: Look at her in that state, she really pushed her luck with my brother. Such an idiot.]

[Idol'smine: If I had a fan like her, I would embrace her warmly. She's pretty and hot.]

[RarelyOut: Ugh~ Another crazy fan? If I ever see that girl, I'll throw acid on her face so she can't flirt with other men.]

And there were many more hurtful comments. Some individuals even went to my personal account, spreading rumors and invading my privacy by sharing my personal information.

The overwhelming mix of anger, humiliation, and frustration burned within me. The desire to cry was overshadowed by a surge of rage. In my frustration, I threw the phone aside, unable to bear the weight of these harsh judgments and the invasion of my personal space.

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Just as Mayrose was about to say something, the door to my room suddenly burst open. Stepping into the room was a man with a commanding presence and muscular physique. His black hair was slightly peppered with white, but his golden, fierce eyes exuded a vitality that defied his age. At first glance, one would never guess that he was over 60 years old, as he radiated the energy of someone in their 40s or 50s. Accompanying him were his bodyguards, along with a familiar figure standing by his side.