Bianca was wearing only a man’s shirt. There was nothing else on her skin.

The thought struck her hard—she had been violated by that monster.

Her chest tightened. Panic slowly crept in. She had to find that bastard now.

But something stopped her. It wasn’t pain. Strangely, she felt full of energy.

“Bruno Aston, this isn’t over!” she growled. She rolled up her sleeves and stormed out of the room.

The sight outside the bedroom took her breath ...