Chapter 93
Georgia stared at Hugo in stunned disbelief, unable to process his words as they settled over her like a suffocating shroud. Her eyes flickered across his familiar face, the brother she had once trusted, but saw only a stranger carved in flesh she used to love. Slowly, her gaze fell to the floor. All expression drained from her features until only emptiness remained.
“Mr. Cooper,” she said quietly, her voice stripped of all warmth. “Then I won’t make things difficult for you.
“Georgia, don’t be like this,” Hugo pleaded, his voice shaking with a desperate guilt that only made her feel sicker inside. had no choice. Don’t blame me.”
He fumbled for his wallet, fingers trembling as he pulled out a thick stack of bills, “Here,” he said, thrusting the money toward her, his tone almost forceful with false kindness. “Take this. Buy yourself some food or new clothes. You look…. thin.”
She stood there, unmoving, staring down at his outstretched hand as if the money were poisoned. Her chest burned with a violent ache. She felt every nerve ending in her body sparking with a trembling rage.
Hugo reached forward and grabbed her limp hand, forcing the money into her palm. “Stop acting like this,” he scolded gently, his thumb pressing over her fingers to close them around the bills. “Learn to accept others‘ kindness. Don’t be as stubborn and willful as you used to be.”
Georgia felt the folded notes against her skin, felt the coarse fibers scratch her palm, and something inside her splintered. Tears threatened to blind her vision, but she swallowed them back down into her chest, where they burned like acid
Her voice came out low and broken. “I am a call girl,” she said, her words jagged with humiliation and fury, “but I don’t want money from your family.”
With a sudden, jerking motion, she tore the bills from her hand and threw them into the air. They fluttered down around. them like dead leaves, scattering across the floor of the elevator.
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The elevator reached its original floor and the doors slid open with a soft chime. Georgia stepped forward without looking at him, but Hugo’s grip shot out and clamped around her arm again, fingers bruising her skin.
“No. Georgia, you can’t go out there right now. Find somewhere to hide for a while.”
“Mr. Cooper, please let go. I’m busy,” she said, her voice hollow with exhaustion. Her gaze stayed fixed on the floor, refusing to see his pleading eyes.
“No. Georgia, listen to me. If you go out now, they’ll see you,” Hugo said frantically, pulling her deeper into the elevator, His eyes darted around, searching. “Weston and the others are coming here today.”
His words sliced through her chest. Georgia’s breath caught painfully in her throat, and terror widened her eyes. Her vision swam as panic clawed its way up her ribs. Hugo’s words weren’t just sentences–they were echoes of her nightmares. Of shame. Of exposure. Of losing even the dignity of anonymity.
She didn’t want them to see her like this. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t stand the thought of them looking at her with
disgust or pity.
She lunged forward to press the elevator button, desperate to flée, but a mocking voice cut through the hallway outside.
“Well, well. Mr Cooper, I see you’ve already found yourself a pretty little thing, having fun in the elevator.”
A man’s laughter dripped with amusement as a hand shot between the closing doors, forcing them open again.
Hugo reacted instantly. He shoved Georgia’s head against his chest, hiding her face from view. “Weston, don’t joke around,” he snapped, his voice edged with panic.
Weston chuckled and reached out as if to push Georgia’s hair back, but Hugo slapped his hand away. “She’s shy,” he said sharply, trying to sound light. “The room upstairs is ready. Go on up.”
He pressed Georgia’s face harder against his chest, suffocating her with his cologne, his sweat, the tremor of his pounding heart. “Go on, Weston, I’ll be up in a minute.”
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“Come on, Mr. Cooper,” someone else called out. “Let’s go up together.”
“I’ve got something to do first,” Hugo snapped, almost snarling with desperation. “You go. Today’s tab is on me. Enjoy yourselves.”
But when the man standing before her–her brother for more than twenty years–spoke those words, something inside her snapped. Her nails dug into her thigh through her skirt, pain sparking under her fingertips to keep her grounded, to keep her from screaming out her hatred and grief.
‘Georgia,” she thought, her mind whispering to itself with cold finality, “you have no family. Silver Stream Pack gave up you three years ago.”
“Georgia, don’t stay here anymore. Find another job,” he said, his voice urgent but empty of solutions.
She let out a quiet, humourless laugh and lifted her chin to look at him, tears gathering in her eyes. “Find another job? Mr Cooper, do you have a job to offer me?”
She waited, trembling. She waited for him to surprise her. For him to save her. She prayed silently, desperately: ‘Georgia, if Hugo surprises you… if he offers you hope… you’ll forgive him. You’ll forgive him for abandoning you in werewolf prison. You’ll forgive Silver Stream Pack for condemning you. You’ll let it all go… just for this one miracle.”
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