Whether it was a business dinner, a late-night party, or just another social gathering, she had always been the one to worry about Howard’s health—more than he ever did himself.
This time, she was determined to break the habit. She wouldn't go there again.
Nikki tried on the ring and went home alone. As she passed by the bar, a group of drunken men blocked her path.
"Well, if it isn’t the fake Bray daughter."
"The Hewitt brothers are throwing a bachelorette party for the real one tonight. Didn’t you know?" One of them sneered. "Since you couldn’t climb your way up to the Hewitt family, why not settle for us instead…?"
They were infamous playboys in the circle. In the past, they wouldn’t have dared to look Nikki in the eye when the Hewitt brothers were around. But now, emboldened by alcohol, their lecherous gazes raked over her as they surrounded her, hands reaching out to grope her.
Nikki frowned, inhaling sharply. She turned to leave, but they forcibly stopped her. Panic surged through her as she struggled, desperately hoping for someone—anyone—to help.
Then, a voice rang out behind her.
"Let her go!"
It was Howard.