
I'll Make the Playboy Heir Pay
Chapter 3
Josephine told me to put up with everything, saying she was only playing along with Jacob and would never betray me.
Now that Jacob had killed Natasha, Josephine was still using the same excuse to fool me. It seemed Natasha's life was worth nothing to her.
Josephine was no different from Jacob and the others after all. I had been so blinded by my love for her that I failed to see her true colors.
I smiled bitterly. "I'm not worthy to be the father of your baby!"
Blood dripped from my mouth with every word I spoke. "Falling for you and marrying you were the two biggest mistakes of my life! Someone's going to pay for my sister's death, whether it's you or me!"
Josephine seized my arm tightly, tears welling in her eyes. "You can't say nonsense like that! I won't allow it! And I'll never divorce you! We're about to be a family of three soon."
With that, she even stepped forward to kiss me. "You have to understand I'm doing this for us."
I turned my head away in disgust.
Jacob pulled Josephine, who looked wounded, into his arms. He then kicked me in the stomach. "How dare you make Josephine cry!"
Then he kissed her in front of me, slipping his hands under her shirt. "Stop crying. You know I'm the one who treats you best, don't you?"
Josephine was kissed until her cheeks flushed red. "Stop. My husband's watching us."
Jacob pushed her back onto the couch. "That's okay. Ever since you got married, you've barely hooked up with us since you got married. We should get back at him by doing this right now."
The other men looked excited, their eyes lighting up as they drew closer in anticipation.
"That's right. Without Josephine around, it's not even fun anymore. The woman last night couldn't even compare to you."
Josephine glanced at me guiltily. But very quickly, she became dazed under his touch.
The scene before me felt absurd. Was this Josephine's so-called idea of love?
A wave of disgust washed over me, making me gag repeatedly. Even if I shut my eyes to block out what they were doing, their disgusting sounds still drifted into my ears.
Later, they felt there wasn't enough room on the couch, so all of them moved into the bedroom.
I wasn't sure who had accidentally kicked the knife over to my feet. I struggled over, held back my fury and disgust, and slowly cut through the ropes.
Once I was done, I quickly found my phone, which they had taken away earlier.
I was about to make a call when someone suddenly smashed a chair onto my back, and Josephine's angry voice rang out. "Jacob was right. You refuse to give up, and now you're trying to call the cops on us?"
Someone picked up the phone and began cursing. "He actually paid someone to smear Jacob online!"
The man showed everyone the chat logs, proving that I had paid someone to spread rumors about Jacob. Now, he was trending online as a shameless homewrecker.
But I hadn't even done it. The conversation happened while I was tied up, but Josephine didn't even notice the obvious loophole and slapped me hard.
"Jacob likes to have a bit of fun, that's all. And now you want to ruin him for good? You're so vicious!"
In a rage, Josephine immediately started posting all the disgusting photos she had just taken of my sister's body.
"You made me do this!"
Like a madman, I lunged forward to snatch the phone from her, but the other men knocked me to the ground and stomped on the wrist holding it.
"You did this to Jacob first. You can't blame me for being so cruel!"
I grabbed Josephine's leg tightly.