My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 192

One of the men flung open the door and hurled Elizabeth inside with little regard for her safety.

Her drenched shirt clung tightly to her, outlining her silhouette provocatively, which ignited a raw desire in the men.

Despite the chilly rain that soaked through their clothes, a fiery lust blazed within them, compelling them to lick their lips in anticipation of possessing such a captivating woman at no cost.

Elizabeth’s head collided violently with the far door, causing a burst of stars to explode across her vision and her mind to reel in confusion.

Fearing she could lose consciousness, she bit hard on her tongue.

The sharp pain snapped her back to reality just as one of the men, eyes gleaming with malice, advanced towards her.

In a desperate reflex, she lashed out with her foot, striking him directly in the groin.

The man screamed in agony, his hands clutching his injured crotch as he staggered backwards.

The other, momentarily sobered by his companion’s scream, seized Elizabeth’s ankle and yanked her toward him, then slapped her fiercely across the face, snarling, “Don’t play tough, bitch.

You’re mine tonight!”

The blow knocked Elizabeth sideways on the seat, her cheek burning from the impact.

As her eyes adjusted, she noticed two beer bottles hidden under the cushion.

Before the man could grab her collar and haul her up again, she pushed the burning pain in her face aside and grabbed a bottle and swung it at his head in a frantic attempt to defend herself.

There was no triumphant moment of victory or clever escape, and even the chance to snatch a shard of glass to make a stand eluded her—because the bottle did not shatter as she had hoped.

Her efforts were too feeble to make a significant impact, and the man easily wrested it from her grasp, leaving her defenseless once more.

In such circumstances, one has to either overpower the adversary with a decisive strike or display such ferocity that it frightens them away, ensuring a chance to flee.

Elizabeth’s weak efforts only infuriated them more.

Confronted by the two menacing men, her complexion turned ghostly pale.

What horrors awaited her at their hands?

Overwhelmed by fear, only one thought pierced her panic: Elijah.

She clung to the slim hope he would rescue her.

Would Elijah realize she was missing? Would he arrive in time to save her?

She felt like she was being pulled under, with Elijah as her last glimmer of hope.

“Bitch!” The men’s patience had snapped.

One lunged forward into the van, ruthlessly ripping at her blouse.

Bang!

Suddenly, a bottle crashed onto the man’s head from behind, sending a cascade of blood and glass shards splattering inside the van.

“Are you alright, Miss?” A steady voice pierced through the rain, with a comforting tone that felt almost unreal in the chaos.

The villain was swiftly pulled back by the collar, and a familiar face came into Elizabeth’s blurred vision.