Chapter 346: The Man Pinned Vanessa Down and Ripped Her Dress

“No…This can’t be happening! Derek would never do this to me! Get out! You can’t touch me! I demand to see Derek!”

“Give it up! Your precious Derek is obsessed with Sienna now! He doesn’t want you anymore! Tonight, you belong to me!”

The man pinned Vanessa down and ripped her dress to shreds. Fabric tore violently, leaving her exposed in nothing but her undergarments. She sobbed uncontrollably, trembling with raw fear. Sienna’s brow furrowed. Had Derek truly sunk so low as to orchestrate this violation? Even in the dim light, she recognized the man’s surgically altered profile. Her sharp eyes identified him instantly: Vincent Moreau. His gaze was brutish, features coarse and unrefined. Yellowed teeth flashed in a predatory grin. After hiding in these backwoods for five years, he had emerged to attack Vanessa.

“I know you crave vengeance, Sienna,” Derek murmured from the shadows, grasping her hand. “Consider this my most sincere apology. I vow to never disappoint you again. Vanessa means nothing to me now. I will spend my life making amends, repaying my mistakes a hundred times over.”

His voice dripped with manufactured sincerity. Even he couldn’t distinguish truth from performance anymore. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for Sienna had shifted. Sienna merely scoffed, yanking her hand free. She strode toward the hut’s entrance. Derek frowned. What was she doing? Bam! The wooden door exploded inward under her kick. She marched straight into the bedroom.

Inside, Vincent was aggressively mauling Vanessa. Her clothes lay in tattered ruins.

Vincent flinched at Sienna’s entrance. “What… What are you doing here? This bitch made me hurt you five years ago! Now it’s her turn!”

“Pathetic,” Sienna spat.

She approached the bed, her fingers expertly finding a seam on Vanessa’s face. With a sharp tug, she ripped. Fwoop! A lifelike silicone mask peeled away. The woman beneath was not Vanessa. The air froze. Vincent gaped in shock. Derek, who had just entered, stood equally stunned. He had paid a fortune for that custom mask. How had Sienna detected the forgery in near darkness? Her perception was terrifying. Sienna tossed the mask dismissively. It landed at Derek’s feet.

Her eyes hardened into icy daggers. “What did you hope to achieve with this pathetic charade?” she sneered.

“Sienna, I…” Derek was utterly disarmed, words failing him.

He had envisioned her falling into his arms with gratitude, not exposing his deception. Sienna turned her fury on Vincent. She seized his collar and hauled him off the bed. She lifted a man weighing over 70 kilograms with terrifying ease. With explosive force, she slammed him against the wall. The entire hut shuddered from the impact.

“Argh!”

He crumpled to the floor, howling in agony. His insides felt rearranged. What kind of woman possessed such monstrous strength? Before he could speak, Sienna advanced. Each step radiated lethal intent.