Chapter 187

A scream then echoed through the room.

Mercer grabbed Calla's waist and suddenly lifted her high. His grip was so strong that her delicate dress was torn.

His eyes were terrifying, like a wolf fixated on its prey. He roared, "Calla, you brought this on yourself!"

With that, he threw her down on the soft bed.

It was the first time she saw such a frightening look in his eyes.

Calla, who was usually stubborn and unyielding, instinctively inched backward.

The evening dress was already off-shoulder, and after the struggle, it was in tatters.

Calla reached up and tried to pull up the dress that had slipped down to reveal too much. But it was now nothing more than rags.

Mercer threw off his jacket and then his shirt.

His intentions were clear. As Calla backed away again, her back hit the headboard!

"You... Don't do this, please. Or else I'll report—" Before she could finish her sentence, Mercer interrupted her. "Call the police? Go ahead!"

"You…" Calla could tell he was really fu