The Groom Chooses The Maid Of Honour

Sakura yanked at his hand, panic kicking in like an instinct.

"Let go of me!" she screamed, rage and fear colliding in her chest. "You son of a—"

Kenji's grip tightened painfully, cutting her off with a sharp jolt of pain.

"Tsk, tsk, Sakura," he tutted, his tone dripping with mock amusement. "Is that any way to talk to the guy who carried you when you could barely stand?"

Sakura's stomach twisted in disgust.

"You—You drugged me, you bastard!" she spat, her voice shaking with fury.

Kenji chuckled, his fingers pressing deeper into her skin.

"Drugged you?" he repeated mockingly. "Let's not go making wild accusations, sweetheart. That picture doesn't show someone who was 'drugged'—it shows a girl having a damn good time."

Sakura's blood boiled.

"You think anyone's going to believe you over me?" Kenji sneered, leaning in slightly, his breath ghosting against her ear. "A picture's worth a thousand words. And thanks to Ryo, this little moment of ours is all over campus."

The whispers. The mocking laughter. The stares.

They all crashed down on her at once.

The humiliation. The anger. The fear.

But she refused to let it consume her.

With all her strength, she jerked her arm back, using her free hand to slam her palm against his chest, shoving him backward.

Kenji stumbled slightly, but before she could take another breath—

His hand shot out again, and this time—

He yanked her into his dorm room.

The door slammed shut behind them.

Sakura's heart pounded wildly.

No. No. No.

She thrashed in his grip, panic swallowing her whole.

"Let me go!" she cried, struggling against him, but Kenji was stronger.

Before she could break free, his fingers twisted into the back of her hair, yanking her head back sharply.

Searing pain shot through her scalp.

A tear slipped down her cheek, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to let him see her break.

Kenji leaned in, his voice a low, cruel whisper against her ear.

"Just tell everyone that we slept together," he murmured. "And when I really fuck you, I'll go easy on you."

Sakura's entire body went rigid.

A violent shudder ripped through her, nausea bubbling in her stomach.

But she didn't cry.

She didn't beg.

Through the sharp, unbearable pain, she forced out the words, her voice low and raw.

"No," she hissed, her jaw clenched so tightly it ached. "You spiked my drink. You're a liar."

Kenji stilled.

For a moment, there was silence—only the sound of Sakura's ragged breathing and the blood roaring in her ears.

Then, his grip on her hair tightened even more, making her wince.

"What did you just say?" Kenji growled, his voice losing its playful edge.

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to let the panic take over.

She had to get out of here.

She had to fight back.