Chapter 6: My Payback Fails

Bianca paced back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, her emotions a storm she could no longer contain. The humiliation, the pain, and the whispers behind her back churned inside her, threatening to erupt. **"If I don’t teach that bitch a lesson, then I am not Bianca,"** she muttered under her breath, her fists clenched tightly.

The sting of the blonde-haired girl’s words still burned in her ears. **"Slave. Harlot. Dog."** Each insult was like a lash, cutting deeper into the fragile resolve she had built to endure Jesse’s torment. Bianca wasn’t one to pick fights, but this time, she couldn’t walk away.

As she entered the lounge, she spotted the blonde lounging on one of the sofas, surrounded by a few of the other women, her laughter echoing mockingly. Bianca’s blood boiled. Without warning, she stormed toward her, grabbing the girl by her hair in one swift, furious motion.

The blonde yelped, startled, as Bianca yanked her to her feet. The room fell silent, all eyes on the two women.

"Say it again," Bianca hissed, her voice low but trembling with rage. "Call me a dog one more time, and I’ll show you exactly how vicious I can be."

The blonde tried to wrench free, but Bianca’s grip was unrelenting. "What’s wrong? Lost your nerve now that I’m in front of you?" Bianca’s tone was sharp, every word dripping with defiance.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" the blonde shrieked, clawing at Bianca’s arm.

Bianca shoved her back into the sofa with a force that sent a ripple through the group of women gathered around. "You think you know me? You think this is some kind of game?" Bianca snapped. "You don’t know a damn thing about what I’ve been through."

Valentina rushed over, trying to pull Bianca away. **"Bianca, stop! She’s not worth it,"** Valentina pleaded, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

But Bianca ignored her, her focus laser-sharp on the blonde. "Do you think I enjoy this life? That I chose to be here?" Her voice cracked, a mix of anger and vulnerability. "If you want Jesse’s attention so badly, take it. Take the pain, the humiliation, the scars. Let’s see how long you last."

The blonde’s smug demeanor faltered, and for the first time, she looked unsure of herself. The room remained tense, the other women frozen as they watched the confrontation unfold.

"Enough," a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension.

Bianca froze, her heart sinking as she turned to see Jesse standing in the doorway. His dark eyes flicked between the two women, taking in the scene with a chilling calmness.

"What’s going on here?" Jesse asked, his voice deceptively soft but carrying an unmistakable edge.

The blonde immediately straightened, smoothing her hair and putting on a facade of innocence. "Nothing, sir. Bianca just lost her temper—"

Jesse raised a hand, silencing her. His gaze locked onto Bianca, who stood her ground, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

"Bianca," he said, his voice colder now. "Follow me."

Bianca hesitated, casting a final glare at the blonde before stepping away. As she passed Jesse, his expression gave nothing away, but she knew she wasn’t off the hook.

The room remained silent long after they left, the tension lingering like a heavy fog. Valentina sighed, running a hand through her hair. "She’s going to regret this," she murmured, shaking her head.

The blonde smirked faintly, though her confidence didn’t fully return. "Maybe. But one thing’s for sure—she’s no match for Jesse."

Meanwhile, Bianca trailed behind Jesse, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. She had no idea what awaited her, but one thing was clear: she wasn’t going to let anyone break her spirit, no matter the cost.

She had been through a lot in her life ever since she stepped here not thinking twice just to save her brother.

Her brother who stole millions of money and never cared about her .

Not like she even knew Much about him but he was willing to do anything for his brother but he wasn't going to take such insults.

“ How about we get out of here and find a cool place to relax without these bitches"

Valentina tried to convince Bianca who was hell bent on teaching the blonde hair a few lessons.

" I don't care, I really want to deal with this bitch who know nothing but to run her mouth

The only thing Bianca don't know is that they are not allowed to fight in Jesse Den and he has zero tolerance to Ladies throwing tantrums

However it was too late because Bianca already gave the blonde the lesson of her life. Asif she unleashed all her anger and stress on her as the blonde was beaten blue to white like a pulp.

Jesse's men had to separate them with full force as Bianca was not ready to let go of her loose mouth either.

Other girls were surprised at how vilian Bianca got with the other lady and the security was scared to touch her or throw her out knowing she's Jesse's favorite already.

It was obvious that Jesse was taking so much Interest in Bianca the rumor has it already that he killed one of his men for her.

That was exactly what got poor Bianca pissed because their beast boss cared little about her and he's just a wolf who could cut her anytime.

Jesse heard Bianca get engaged in a fight and he became furious.

He demanded for Bianca immediately and was brought to him unharmed.

" What do you take yourself for? " Jesse demanded coldly

"It's strange how you feed people to eat them at your leisure" Bianca said to him as if she was barking on Jesse

Jesse's words cut through the tense air, his voice cold and unforgiving. He lifted Bianca's face, his gaze piercing through her.

"Bastard!" Bianca's voice echoed in defiance as she spat on Jesse's face. The tension between them reached its peak, and Bianca braced herself for the consequences.

With her eyes shut tight, Bianca anticipated a violent retaliation from Jesse. She prepared for the worst, expecting the sting of a slap or the ominous sound of gunshots.

Instead, what she received was unexpected – Jesse's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Bianca's spine. His laughter seemed to echo like the devil's own.

Caught off guard by Jesse's reaction, Bianca's mind raced with confusion and fear. She had braced herself for pain, not the unsettling amusement of her oppressor.

Jesse's laughter echoed through the dimly lit chamber, each note chilling Bianca to her core. It wasn't the laughter of joy or humor—it was the kind that foreshadowed doom. Bianca's heart raced as she realized the gravity of her mistake. She had spat in the king's face, an act that defied every rule of survival in Jesse's world.

The smirk that curled Jesse's lips sent a shiver down her spine. His dark eyes locked onto hers, full of unspoken menace. "You’ve got guts, Bianca," he said, his voice calm yet laced with icy intent. "Too bad you won't get to enjoy them much longer."

Bianca's defiance faltered, her pulse hammering in her ears. Still, she stood motionless, unwilling to show fear. But Jesse had other plans. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, hoisting her onto his shoulder like she was a ragdoll.

"Put me down!" she protested, kicking her legs, but her struggles were futile against his iron grip.

Jesse didn’t respond. Instead, he strode out of the chamber, his men parting like the Red Sea, their stunned expressions a testament to the rarity of what they were witnessing. No one dared to ask questions or intervene. Jesse’s authority was absolute.

He carried her out into the cool night air, ignoring her protests, and dumped her into the passenger seat of his sleek black car. Without a word, he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The hum of the car seemed deafening in the tense silence.

"Where are you taking me?" Bianca demanded, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound strong.

Jesse’s eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road. "Somewhere quiet," he said flatly. "I need to decide how to make you remember this mistake."

Bianca’s throat tightened as panic set in. "You can’t just—"

"Can’t what?" Jesse cut her off, his voice deadly calm. "Punish you for breaking my rules? Spitting in my face? Bianca, do you even realize how lucky you are to be breathing right now?"

She swallowed hard, her hands clutching the seatbelt. "I’m sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jesse chuckled darkly. "Sorry won’t save you. Not this time." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles whitening. "How about I spell your apology out on your skin? Letter by letter, with one of my finest blades. Would that teach you respect?"

Tears welled in Bianca’s eyes, spilling over despite her attempts to hold them back. She turned her head away, refusing to let him see her crumble entirely.

Jesse noticed her tears and smirked, satisfaction flickering across his face. "Good," he murmured. "You should be scared. Fear keeps people alive."

The car slowed as Jesse pulled onto a secluded dirt road. He parked, killed the engine, and turned to face her. His gaze burned into hers, and for a moment, the weight of his presence suffocated her.

"I’ll give you a chance, Bianca," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Convince me not to hurt you. Tell me why I shouldn’t."

Bianca’s mind raced, grasping for words that might save her. "I—" she stammered. "I didn’t mean to disrespect you. It was... impulsive. I won’t do it again."

Jesse leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "That’s not enough," he whispered. "Try harder."

Trembling, Bianca locked eyes with him, searching for a sliver of mercy in his expression. "I... I was scared," she admitted, her voice cracking. "I didn’t know what else to do. Please, Jesse. Give me one more chance."

For a moment, silence enveloped the car. Then Jesse leaned back, his smirk returning. "You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood tonight," he said. "But remember this, Bianca—next time, there won’t be a conversation. There will only be pain."

He started the engine again, and the car roared to life, the tension lingering like a storm cloud. Bianca exhaled shakily, knowing she had barely escaped the darkness that loomed over her.