Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353

Anna’s POV:

Frank staggered across the stage, sweat beading on his forehead, and snatched the microphone from the startled auctioneer. His eyes blazed with panic and fury.

“Today’s auction is canceled! Canceled!” His voice cracked, trembling through the speakers.

Blake rose beside me, his movements deliberate, fixing Frank with an unwavering stare. Authority

radiated from him.

“Since a bid was made and my offer was within regulations, this property is mine,” Blake stated, his deep voice carrying across the hall. “There’s no reason to cancel.”

Frank’s face twisted with hatred, hands balling into fists. He hissed, “I said it’s canceled, and that means it’s canceled. Blake, you’re going too damn far!”

Suddenly, Frank turned to me, desperation in his pleading eyes, hands trembling. “Anna, I can’t lose this land at such a low price–please help me! I’ve never harmed you, never!”

I stared back, unmoved, cold fury rising within me. “In your mind, what qualifies as ‘harm‘?” I asked,

my voice icy.

Blake stepped forward, positioning himself protectively before me, shoulders tense. “Don’t say another fucking word to my wife,” he growled. “Deal with me.”

Two notary officials stepped up, clearing their throats. “According to auction procedures, this sale is valid and cannot be canceled,” one stated firmly.

Emily nodded from the sidelines. “That’s right! The rules are clear–you can’t call it off because you

don’t like the outcome!“.

The auctioneer, dabbing his forehead, raised his gavel. “Ten thousand dollars, third and final call!

Sold!”

Frank collapsed onto the stage, face ashen. Blake’s lips curved into a faint, victorious smile as the crowd stood, eyes fixed on him in admiration.

Then, the large screen behind the stage flickered to life. Claire’s shrill voice echoed through the hall. “Does everyone think today’s auction is over? Hehehehe! No, no, no–today’s show is just beginning!”

My blood drained, pupils contracting. I clutched Blake’s jacket, knuckles white.

Emily’s eyes darted around. “Anna, she must be backstage. I’ll record whatever she’s doing!”

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I reached for her, dread weighing me down. “Don’t go… it’s dangerous!” My voice was weak.

Claire’s venomous voice poured from the speakers. “Blakey, no matter how many times I tried to tell you, you wouldn’t believe you loved the wrong person… She was promiscuous even as a teenager, showing her private photos around campus…”

Blake turned to me, cradling my face in his steady hands, gaze intense. “It’s okay, Anna. Trust me, everything will be fine.”

With trembling hands, I covered his ears, eyes filled with pain. “Blake, don’t listen,” I whispered.

Blake wrapped his jacket around me, pulling me into his powerful arms. “It’s okay, everything will be fine,” he murmured against my ear.

I trembled, clutching his shirt, helplessness mixing with dependence.

Blake, why did you come? With you here, I just want to rely on you completely…

Suddenly, clarity cut through my fear. I pulled out my phone with shaking but determined fingers, aiming it at the screen.

“Blake, since you’re here, you must have already seen those photos. Seeing them again won’t matter,” I said, my voice finding its strength. “This time, I absolutely won’t let Claire get away with this.”

Blake’s expression grew complex as he quickly moved to block my camera, his eyes filled with concern and something unreadable.

“Anna, your photos won’t appear-”

Before he could finish, I gasped as the screen displayed something entirely unexpected.

Instead of my photos, there were clear images of Frank with various young women in intimate poses. Several showed him embracing Claire, all taken at locations marked with “Secret Space” signs.

“Why aren’t these my photos?!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.

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The audience stood up in unison, pointing at the screen with expressions of horror and disgust.

“Why are these all pictures of Frank?”

“What kind of place is that?”

“Those girls look so young!”

The shocked murmurs rippled through the crowd.

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The screen continued its revelations, displaying text that detailed the horrifying practices at “Secret Space“-how employees were beaten and drugged into “voluntary” compliance.

Then a video began playing: Frank, his face twisted with cruelty, grabbing a young woman by her hair and smashing her head against a wall. His cold voice sent chills through the hall.

“Isn’t someone waiting for a kidney transplant? Disobedient ones are useless alive–might as well make some money off them.”

A terrible silence fell over the room. Some women began sobbing quietly. Everyone stared at Frank with revulsion, as if viewing a monster in human form.

Blake leaned close to my ear, his voice low and triumphant. “I had someone replace everything on Claire’s USB drive. She doesn’t have your photos anymore–you don’t need to be afraid. There won’t be a single photo of you out there!”

I stared at Blake in astonishment, then looked back at the screen with dawning comprehension.

With evidence of organ trafficking and murder exposed, Frank faced certain destruction.

Frank’s bloodshot eyes suddenly widened with realization. With a savage movement, he pulled a black handgun from his jacket’s inner pocket, his face contorted beyond recognition.

“There’s a fucking traitor! Who?! Show yourself! Who’s trying to destroy me?!” he roared.

Screams erupted as people scrambled toward the exits, chairs toppling in the chaos.

“Run!” “Help!”

Blake reacted with lightning speed, tackling me to the floor and covering my body completely with

his.

“Careful! Keep your head down!” he commanded urgently.

My heart pounded violently against my ribs, my breathing rapid and shallow. “Blake, what do we

do?”