Freya's POV
The woman's silk dress hung in tatters, barely concealing her curves as she cowered against the hotel corridor wall. Her voluptuous figure was on full display, trembling under the harsh fluorescent lights.
The elevator doors kept opening and closing as curious guests emerged, smartphones already recording the unfolding drama. Within minutes, the hallway buzzed with whispers and clicking cameras, everyone eager to capture the scandalous scene.
"Police! Everyone step back!" The elevator chimed again, and authoritative voices cut through the chaos as officers pushed through the growing crowd.
But even law enforcement couldn't contain the hurricane that was Cecilia Felix. She had transformed into something primal, her manicured nails raking across Waylon Colby's face as he scrambled to cover himself with his torn bathrobe. Blood trickled from fresh scratches on his cheek.
"You bastard! In a hotel room with this whore!" Cecilia's voice cracked with rage and humiliation.
