Fiancée Pawns Me to My Sister

Helena was the biological daughter of my adoptive parents. Before the Jones family came to reclaim me, she had cherished me for over a decade, treating me as if I were her whole world.

Without my knowledge, she had covered her bedroom walls with my photos, her affection hidden but constant.

"Is your employer Helena Cook?" I asked.

"Not bad. This entire casino is our boss' private property. Hardly anyone knows that."

A surge of hope steadied me, and I shouted, "Helena is my foster sister! We're on the same side! Let me go now. I can explain everything to her!"

Jasper and his men exchanged a look, their faces twisting into mocking, unreadable smiles. Then, he kicked me hard.

"You, a worthless abandoned brat, actually dare to pretend to be Mr. Jones? Pathetic! You're really pushing your luck.

"Mr. Jones is untouchable. Do you know what happened to the last fool who claimed a connection to Mr. Jones? Saying it out loud would scare you to death!

"Hey, grab my stick. I'm going to help Ms. Cook teach this brazen pretty boy a lesson!"

Dizzy from the blow, I gritted my teeth and tried to reason with him. "I'm actually Mr. Jones! If you don't believe me, you can call Helena to verify!"

Just then, Jasper's phone rang. It was a call from Helena.

I fought free and lunged for his phone. "Give me the phone! Let me talk to Helena! She'll recognize my voice!"

Jasper slapped me across the face, his glare sharp as a knife, and he pointed at me, ordering me to be silent.

His men then held me down again. Jasper gave them a look, then took the call with exaggerated respect, stepping outside.

"Yes, Ms. Cook? I was just dealing with a brat who owes gambling debts. Do you have any commands?"

I opened my mouth to yell, but only a faint sound escaped before a rag was shoved into it.

"Shut up, will you?"

Someone pushed me to the ground. Others closed in, raining punches and kicks on me. My body curled up, pain nearly driving me into unconsciousness.

My mouth was stuffed, and I couldn't even scream.

Helena had doted on me since I was little. Even a small scratch on my hand would worry her for days. She had raised me to be bold and headstrong, and even after being brought back to the Jones family, my boldness had never let me suffer.

I wondered how she would react if she saw me in this state.

Just as the world blurred and I felt myself about to black out, Jasper returned, phone in hand, his face tense.

"Stop! Stop it now!"