Love Drug Chapter 262: A Game of Pride and Prejudice

The water in the koi pond was bone-chilling, seeping deep into her flesh like ice needles.

Sienna's outfit had been flimsy to begin with, and now, completely soaked, the fabric clung to her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

The commotion immediately drew the attention of the patrons in the surrounding private rooms. Several men opened their glass doors to gawk, some even whistling.

"Look, a mermaid!"

"Why don't you strip and dance for us, honey?"

Humiliation burned through Sienna as she frantically tried to pull at the soaked, sheer fabric of her dress to cover herself.

Fraser, his expression indifferent, casually picked up a towel from a nearby tray and wiped his hands as if touching her had soiled them.

Philip and his group rushed out of the private room, confusion and concern on their faces

"Mr. Graham, what... what happened here?" Philip asked, staring at Sienna struggling in the water.

Fraser threw the towel at him. "Control your own woman, okay?"

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

Philip immediately motioned to a waiter. "Get her out of there now."

When Sienna was finally pulled from the pond, she was shaking violently under the towel draped over her shoulders, but the anger in her eyes burned bright.

Philip towered over her, his voice cracking with anger. "What the hell have you done?!"

Seeing him, Sienna's mind raced. She threw herself against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

The crowd around them buzzed with whispers and curious stares.

Unable to bear the spectacle, Philip scooped her up and carried her to a room on the second floor, tossing her unceremoniously onto the bed.

"Explain. What just happened?" he demanded coldly.

Sienna choked back tears. "Mr. Graham... he thought I was pretty and demanded that I spend the night with him. But I…I belong to you, Mr. Philip! I refused, so he got angry and... threw me into the pond..."

Philip's grip on her chin tightened, his sharp eyes boring into hers, searching for any hint of deception.

He had already suffered a recent business loss to Fraser in the Southmere Project deal.

Now, hearing this, his anger ignited like gasoline.

"That bastard!" He paced angrily, fists clenched. "First he screws me over in business, and now he dares to steal the woman I brought here?"

Sienna sat on the edge of the bed, tears silently streaming down her face.

In that pond, she had been exposed, humiliated in front of all those leering men.

The memory made her chest ache with unbearable shame.

Fraser... You did this for Summer, didn't you? Fine. I'll make sure you both regret it.

My plan was simple, stir up Philip's grudge against Fraser and turn him into my weapon.

Philip gave her an impatient look. "Stop crying. It's annoying."

Sienna sniffled, her eyes red. "Mr. Philip... you have to help me."

"Help you?" He scoffed. "You think the Dale Group can compete with the Graham Group? Who the hell do you think you are that I'd risk angering Fraser for you?"

Sienna shook her head. "That's not what I meant. I just... I can't stand how unfair this is to you. Fraser did this to taunt you."

Philip's eyes darkened, then moved slowly down her body.

Her dress was still soaked, the thin material clinging to her curves, her bare legs gleaming in the dim light.

"You're quite a looker," he murmured, licking his lips.

A shiver of disgust ran down Sienna's spine as she realized, I had just walked into a wolf's lair.

"Mr.… Mr. Philip, I…I should shower first."

"Tch. Who has time for that?"

In one swift motion, Philip grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open.

"Ah!"

Sienna's eyes widened in horror as she scrambled to cover herself.

"N…No! I'm not ready."

"You said Fraser wanted you, didn't you?" Philip grinned, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Imagine how pissed he'll be when he finds out I had you first."

With that, he shoved her onto the bed.

Sienna recoiled from the stench of his sweat, her stomach churning as she struggled. "Mr. Philip, wait! Let's take it slow.

But Philip was beyond reason. His hands roamed greedily, his excitement unmistakable.

Then, with a dark chuckle, he pushed himself up slightly.

"Let's make this fun."

Sienna's blood ran cold as she watched him unbuckle his belt.

Her breath caught. "No..."

Tears spilled over as she tried to crawl back, but it was too late.

…

Later Sienna lay motionless on the bed, her body limp, her once pristine back now crisscrossed with angry red welts.

Silent tears streamed down her face as hatred coiled in her chest like a poisonous snake.

Philip was exactly a monster!

But no, I won't let only myself suffer this humiliation alone.

If I was going to drown in filth, I would take Summer down with me!