The Bound Between Us

Chapter 295

After a few drinks, Harmon was all worked up. With all the grievances he had bottled up over time, he couldn’t accept Anastasia’s explanation.

The more Anastasia struggled, the more excited Harmon got. He decided to yank off her jacket.

Anastasia started to panic and driven by fear, she started to shout, “Harmon, you’re just a wuss! You’re too scared to go after the ones who really screwed you. You’re picking on me because I’m an easy target, a woman. You’re pathetic and you deserve to be scammed.”

She didn’t hold back, kicking and shouting, “Did you ever stop to think why you got scammed? That’s because you’re a dimwit. You knew they were screwing you over, but you kept backing down. You’re just a wuss, afraid of them. You didn’t dare confront them. So, you had to take your anger out on me.”

Every word from Anastasia was sharp as a knife, cutting straight through Harmon’s ego and hitting him where it hurt. What Anastasia was saying was the truth. He was too afraid to confront those who had wronged him. At the barbershop, he was scared. And despite being scammed by the dating site before, he still didn’t fight back. Since Anastasia was physically weaker, he could bully her, taking out all his anger on her.

“No, it’s not like that.” Harmon couldn’t face his own cowardice, covering his weakness with harsh words. He shouted, “You con artists are the worst. You all deserve to be punished!”

Anastasia shouted back, “I’m telling you that I never scammed you. I had no idea about the dating site setting you up. I thank my lucky stars it wasn’t you I was set up with. I’d have regretted it, having to deal with someone like you.”

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Harmon lost it, cursing, “You’re still making excuses! You’re a scammer!”

Anastasia, bound and unable to free herself, watched in despair as Harmon pulled off her underwear. She had never felt such despair. No matter how much she cried out for help, no one came.

She remembered being bullied by Blake. She couldn’t accept why she was always the one being picked on. Maybe just like she had said to Harmon, it was because she was seen as an easy and weak target.. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as Harmon was leaning in, Anastasia decided to headbutt him. She broke Harmon’s nose, and blood was gushing out. She seized the opportunity to kick him over, free herself; and tumble off the bed. Her legs were tied, and she couldn’t walk. So she hopped to the door. Her wrists were bound, but she could still manage to open the door.

In those few seconds from breaking free to opening the door, Anastasia felt like she was in a race against death. Seeing Harmon getting up, she bolted out the door and locked it behind her. She couldn’t untie the rope around her legs, so she had to hop. Fear coursed through her body, and she didn’t care about her clothes being disheveled. She could hear Harmon breaking down the door.

Anastasia hopped to the staircase but due to her fear, she lost her balance. She braced herself for the pain, but instead, she landed in a warm and familiar embrace. When she looked up and saw who it was, she couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Herman held her tightly, “I’m sorry, I’m late.”

Herman had rushed over as fast as he could after finding out where Anastasia was Seeing Anastasia’s clothes in disarray, her hands and feet tied up, Herman was heartbroken. His eyes were filled with rage and a murderous intent.

Harmon, following them, sneered when he saw Herman, “You sure got here fast.”

Harman didn’t give a damn about Herman. His mind was completely consumed by anger and alcohol.

Herman, holding Anastasia, coldly commanded Dailey, “Chop off both his hands.”