My husband cheated me with Best friend.

"You Bitch.. Are you going to pay us or not? You fucking asshole." Jacob snarled, yanking my hair. I screamed as pain seared through my scalp. I was desperate to escape but I couldn't because of my dad who was beaten to death just now. The bar's basement reeked of stale beer and sweat. It was two at midnight, and except for a few cars, there was nothing there.

"If you cannot pay us, just pay us with your body. We don't mind." A short man with curly hair said. He pushed Jacob aside and approached me his grip tightening on my chin. His body was sweating as he jumped into a tub of alcohol. A big black mole on his left chin made him even more terrible. Seven men surrounded me, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. Even if I wanted to fight, I would end up beating myself.

"I said I'll pay it back! Why won't you listen?" I pleaded. I would have paid them in the morning by selling my mom's diamond necklace. I already took it back while leaving our palace, but when I arrived at the jeweller's shop, I found the box was empty. There was not a single trace of the diamond.

"Tell us, Do you want us to kill your father or fucked you until you pass out?" Their voices dripped with malice. I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. I never imagined I'd be so helpless.

No matter how much I wanted to be strong, I turned out to be miserable.

"Give me another chance," I begged again, unwilling to sell my dignity to them. They'd already beaten my father so brutally that his eyes were swollen shut, his body limp and almost lifeless.

"We are already fed up to give that to you." Jacob pushed the other man aside and grabbed my sleeves. My sleeves started tearing and parted from my top. My white top ripped, exposing more of my skin. A man with a mole held my legs, his eyes were stuck on my shorts.

"Don't do this. Save me, please! Someone save me." My voice echoed in that empty basement. Deep down I knew no one would hear me. My dad was barely conscious, he crawled and held the feet of a man in a corner. But he was struck down again

"Guys. Ready to the feast.." Jacob announced and walked ahead to grab my clothes, seemed like he was ready to tear them. I brace myself, clutching my arm.

As soon as his hand reached out, it was seized by someone with a firm, unyielding grip.

A blue jade ring caught my eye, the fingers around Jacob's wrist belonging to a tall man in a sharply tailored suit. His gaze was icy. Enough to send shivers down Jacob's spine. I could feel his grip was enough to break the wrist bone of Jacob.

I was stunned but happy as well. When I had no hope of getting saved, I was saved by someone in the middle of the night.

"What do you want?" Jacob said, his lips were trembling. He was trying to conceal his fear. "It's not a small amount. His father was debited to us for 2 million." Jacob said. Dad took that money so that he could ask sharpshooters to kill Hector, but they failed and he already lost that amount. Now we had nothing and already debted for two million.

"Two million. Only?" A man in tailor smirked, a devilish smile appeared on his face. He pulled out a chequebook, signing with a flourish before handing it over. Jacob exchanged a glance with his men and left with a satisfactory smile.

I watched in disbelief. Why would a stranger pay such a large sum to save me? But there was no time to ponder. My dad is already in a dead state lying on the floor. I rushed to him. Shaking his shoulder, I checked his pulse.

"Dad, wake up! Why did you mess with Hector?" I cried, my heart pounding. Footsteps echoed in the silent basement. The man with the blue jade ring approached. His shoes tapping like a drumbeat. He stopped in front of me, lifting my chin with a harsh grip.

I was forced to look at him. He raised my head so up as if my neck would be going to crack soon. That wasn't a gentle touch, his tone wasn't gentle either.

"I didn't pay two million to see you cry," he said coldly. My brows furrowed, trying to place him.

"Long time no see, Miss Grace," he continued. His voice sounded familiar. The realisation hit me like a lightning bolt.

Zack Harper. The rival who haunted my father's nightmares. His sculpted features and piercing eyes were infamous. Perfect hall figure, sculptured body, and sharp chiselled jaws. His face was enough alluring to shine on the billboard of New York's Times Square. But no, there is something serious in it. By twenty, he'd built a multinational empire; now, at twenty-seven, he was one of the country's top billionaires

He was known for his cruel things, they said he used every means to get to that place. Engaged in multiple businesses, he didn't mind whether it was legal or illegal.

"I'll pay you back, but my dad needs treatment," I pleaded, holding my father's hand. Zack's grip tightened while stopping me.

"Do you think you could have escaped from here on your two feet if I were not here?" He asked me, I pressed my lips and shook my head. I could not even imagine what would have happened.

"Take her father," Zack ordered his men and they obeyed. They dragged my father to their car. I chased them, panickly.

"Stop it. Where are you taking him? Huh? Where?" I screamed but they pretended they didn't even hear me. Their eyes were only for their master. The door closed. I was hustling to open the door. Trying my best to open the car and get my dad out of it.

"You owe me two million. If you want your father treated, you'll do as I say," Zack said, his voice a deadly whisper.