Miranda shouted at Darian with fierce anger, "Darian, stop this! You son of a bitch! You're dead!"

A cruel smile spread across Darian's face. "Even if I'm going down, I'll drag you two bitches down with me!"

He then ordered his men to drag Lilah up and remove her clothes.

"Wait!" Miranda took a deep breath and, in a low, measured voice, said, "Don't you always want me, Darian? If you let her go, I'll sleep with you."

Darian was taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He had long harbored desires for Miranda but had never been able to act on them. Was this really happening now?

"No!" Lilah growled.

"Shut her up," Darian ordered nonchalantly. One of his men quickly retrieved a towel and stuffed it into Lilah's mouth, silencing her protests.

Unable to make a sound, Lilah could only watch in helpless despair.

"My Shelia," Darian said with a quiver in his voice, his excitement palpable, “are you finally ready to be mine? You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment."

Darian's body trembled with anticipation, his eyes burning with lust.

"Here's the deal," he continued, "if you strip in front of your sister, I'll believe your offer and let her go. What do you say?"

Lilah was stunned by Darian's demand and continued to struggle against her restraints, but her efforts were in vain.

Meanwhile, Miranda's demeanor remained disturbingly composed, as if she had resigned herself to whatever was about to unfold.

"Sure," Miranda said with a calm, indifferent tone. "You're the boss."

Her smile was both charming and enchanting, driving Darian to the brink of madness.

"Undress yourself now! Will you do it on your own, or should I assist you?" he growled.

Miranda gripped the sofa for support and stood up slowly.

"I'LL do it myself," she said with a dispassionate smile, as though discussing a trivial matter.

She began unbuttoning her white shirt, revealing her chest gradually.

Darian's eyes widened with excitement, his arousal evident as he watched her.

Lilah's eyes were wide with helplessness. She could do nothing but watch in horror as Miranda's actions unfolded before her.

No, no! She couldn't bear to see Miranda in this situation!

Desperate, Lilah tried to shift the towel with the tip of her tongue, but her attempts proved futile.