Game Over No Second Chances

A scream rang out from the shoreline, slicing through the night and shattering Serena's thoughts.

She shot to her feet and bolted toward the sound. She wasn't alone-many of the guests, seasoned socialites used to literal and metaphorical storms, were quick to follow.

After all, Hugh had hired dozens of bodyguards, so they had all let their guards down. But now, with panic in the air, curiosity and concern had them moving fast.

As they reached the edge of the coast, a group of young women stumbled toward them, clutching half-empty bottles and clearly drunk out of their minds.

Serena reached them first and caught one woman just before she fell.

"What happened?" she asked.

"There's... There's some creep inside! We didn't want to drink in our rooms since they were being searched, so we took the wine to the beach cabin. But before we even got inside, someone grabbed my foot..."

"I-I was so scared! And there was a woman in there too, just... yelling nonstop," another girl added.

Their words were a chaotic mess, but the message was clear enough.

A few of the nearby men stepped forward, seizing the chance to look brave in front of their dates.

"Whatever it is—man or ghost-I'll handle it!"

"Are you kidding me? This is Mrs. Larson's birthday celebration. Whoever's messing around has a death wish."

After exchanging glances, the men marched toward the cabin.

Serena's eyes narrowed.

That was Cole's cabin. No way. Was Cole really drunk enough to harass random women?

She moved quickly to stop the men, thinking it best to let Hugh deal with Cole before things got out of hand and the Larson family name ended up in the mud.

But before they could reach the door, a high-pitched moan burst from the cabin. "Ahhh-Cole, you're amazing!"

Silence fell.

Everyone froze. Adults or not, they knew exactly what that sound meant.

Serena stood in stunned silence for half a second before her eyes snapped up. "That voice..."

"Ah!" Another loud moan echoed out.

A window slammed open. A bare shoulder appeared at the edge and pressed against the frame.

Two bodies, tangled and lost in each other, were clearly visible. Sarah's eyes blinked open.

The fireworks had stopped, and people were outside.

"Y-You... Don't look!" she screamed, trying to slam the window shut. But there was a line of men standing right there.

Naked and exposed, she couldn't get up. She shoved Cole away, grabbed a blanket, and dropped to the floor.

Cole was still high on liquor when he felt her escape from his arms and immediately reached out to grab her ankle.

He caught a glimpse of her face peeking from beneath the blanket. She looked just a little like Serena.

His eyes darkened. With a sudden surge of possessiveness, he yanked her back into his arms. He couldn't hear rher screams anymore. He wanted to make her part of him and to consume her.

"She didn't want me! How dare you say no to me? You're mine. You've always been mine!"noveldrama

"No, Cole! There are people outside-stop-ah!" Sarah gasped as he sank his teeth into her neck. Her eyes flew wide open.

Through the open window, dozens

of eyes stared in-some in shock some embarrassed, all watching. Her blood ran cold. It was as if they were having sex in front of everyone.

Mortified, she curled her toes against the floor as shame washed over her. But no matter how loudly she cried, Cole wouldn't return to his senses.

How could she have been so stupid? She was worried that the drugged wine wouldn't be strong enough for her, so she had Cole drink it too.

And now, she was in this situation. How was she ever going to show her face again?

Not far away, Serena stood frozen in disbelief, watching the chaos unfold. Her expression darkened, and her eyes grew colder by the second.