My Sterile Husband Brought Home His Lovechild

At my words, Davis paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Isabella, if you're going to lie, at least make it believable. Everyone knows you're an orphan. Where would you even get a brother from?"

Sonia followed with a mocking smile. "I think you've completely lost it. Stark Corporation's funding comes from Rowe Corporation, the largest conglomerate in the capital. What, you think just because you changed your surname to Rowe, you're suddenly connected to the Rowe family?"

It was true that I was an orphan. But in the second year of my relationship with Davis, my biological brother, Ian Rowe, had found me.

He told me I had been abandoned at an orphanage as a child because of my family conflict. My parents' final wish had been for him to find me.

However, given how complicated elite families were, Ian feared that bringing me back into the open would only make me a target and potentially become his weak point. I changed my surname back to Rowe but never made my identity public.

For my sake, Ian had been supporting Davis' company all along, providing elite resources and steady funding.

Otherwise, there was no way Davis' company could have grown into a billion-dollar enterprise in just a few years.

I pushed myself up from the floor and looked at everyone in the room.

"Whether I've lost my mind or not, you'll find out soon enough," I said calmly. "Davis, I hope you're still comfortable living with the fact that you've been cheated on."

With that, I walked out of the room, swallowing every ounce of humiliation I had just suffered.

Everyone there would pay for what they did. I wouldn't let anyone off.

Sonia suddenly shouted from behind me, "Stop her! Don't let her leave!"

Someone immediately stepped in front of me, barring my exit.

Sonia leaned toward Davis and whispered, "Davis, Isabella knows too much about the company's inner workings. If we let her go, she might become a threat. We should take care of this immediately."

Davis gave a slight nod. "You're right. That's well thought out."

Sonia then ordered them to drag me over to her. One of them reached for my clothes.

My eyes widened as I struggled violently. "What are you doing?"

Sonia gave a cold, sinister smile and leaned in slowly.

"I'm going to photograph you naked. If you ever mention the child again, I'll make sure your photos go viral across the entire Internet," she threatened.

"No!"

I fought desperately to protect myself, but I was outnumbered.

With nowhere to escape, I sank my teeth hard into Sonia's arm. Even as she struggled, I held on.

Someone retaliated by smashing a bottle against my head. A flash of white overtook my vision, and my strength gave out as I fell.

Sonia pinned me beneath her. Her face twisted with fury as she slapped me again and again.

"You bitch! How dare you bite me! I'll make you regret this!"

After dozens of slaps, she roughly tore at my clothing.

Crude whistles and jeering laughter rang out across the room.

"Who would've thought she had such a body? That figure, that waist…"

"No wonder Mr. Stark didn't kick her out. She definitely had something to offer."

Someone turned to Davis and asked, "Mr. Stark, since you're done with her, can we have some fun, too?"

Davis sneered. "I've owned her for seven years. She's all loose and used up. You can have a go, but don't come crying to me when you feel how dirty and beat-up she is."

At his signal, dozens of hands seized the moment to paw at me, pulling my pants right off.

As despair and humiliation closed in on me, Ian's voice suddenly thundered from the doorway, "All of you, hands off now!"