An attempt to defile.

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When Ali regained consciousness again, she was completely disorientated. The first thing she saw was the white ceiling and fancy lights.

She groaned and shook her head, but felt a jolt of pain at the back of her head where she was hit. When she wanted to touch it, she felt something wrong, and she realized it when she looked up to see her hands tied and fastened against the headboard.

"JARED!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. The piercing screech made the people in the house block their ears.

Ali breathed heavily while cursing and pulling at the rope she was tied with.

Then the door creaked softly and Ali's gaze moved to look there and found Jared standing with a sickening smirk on his lips.

He had changed his suit into a pair of simple black pants, his upper body was bare, showing his protruded stomach.

"What the hell do you mean by this? Untie me now!" Ali ordered, glaring at him.

Jared seemed not to