Will You Marry Me?

Cynthia's face was pressed hard against the wall, causing a sharp pain.

"I spent a lot of energy satisfying you last night. And you're just leaving like this? Not even a thanks?" Lucien's magnetic voice whispered in her ear.

He was utterly shameless! To put it bluntly, he had committed a crime! And now, he was asking her to thank him?!

"I have nothing to say to you. Let me go!" Cynthia felt stripped of all her dignity in front of him.

She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists, forcing her hands over her head. The barely hanging clothes slipped off her body, and she was once again pressed against the cold wall.

Shame surged through her, overwhelming her thoughts.

"Nothing to say to me? Have you forgotten? We used to be husband and wife." Lucien's arms tightened around her waist, his body pressing dangerously close to hers. His lips brushed against her translucent earlobe, "I'm the one who knows best how slutty you are."

His thumb ran over her lips, speaking slowly, "Your skills are still poor, but your passion last night was unforgettable."

"Stop touching me! I'll call the police!" Cynthia couldn't move, her body shuddering under his breath.

"Wow! Call the police? And What will you say? That I raped you? Don't forget, last night you begged me to FUCK you." Lucien's voice turned cold and mocking. "Do you want to know how much you resembled a dog in fucking heat last night?"

Bang—

Cynthia was lifted off the ground and violently thrown onto the bed.

When his muscular body pressed against hers, a terror unlike anything she had felt before gripped her. Even when she had betrayed him, she had never been this afraid.

Lucien kissed her fiercely, as if trying to consume her. The scenes of last night's wild passion fragmented in her mind, and she felt disgusted with herself.

"No, please, let me go!" She trembled, pleading with the man tormenting her.

"No? Did you say no when you were in bed with that asshole?" His words pierced her heart like a venomous snake.

Lucien watched her, curled up beneath him like a helpless animal, his rage building.

He squeezed her chin, his gaze lingering on her tear-streaked face. Her vulnerability only seemed to ignite his primal desire, "What's this expression? Feel humiliated for sleeping with me? Where's the bastard? Did you turn into a whore because he couldn't satisfy you?"

Cynthia's eyes twisted in pain, her anguish written all over her face. Lucien saw it, and the grip on her tightened, making her wince in agony.

He twisted her head and kissed her lips again, as if he intended to devour her whole.

Only after what seemed like an eternity did Lucien pull away. He placed a bank card on the pillow and leaned in close to her ear.

"That's your payment for last night. The password is your birthday. And don't worry, I'll order you again."

Cynthia remained numb, her expression blank as though she were a dead pool of water, untouched by emotion.

After Lucien left, she remained in bed, letting the layers of pain overwhelm her. Tears streamed down her face.

The moment she decided to back here, she knew she couldn't escape him.

She had foolishly hoped time would erase everything, but when she faced Lucien, she realized his revenge wasn't a joke.

Six years had passed, but he had no intention of letting her go...

***

The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom as Cynthia tilted her head back, allowing the warm water to wash over her face.

When she turned off the showerhead, she squatted down slowly, silent tears falling once again. The surrounding silence felt suffocating.

Outside, her phone blared loudly. But inside the bathroom, she was lost in the painful memories.

When she emerged wrapped in a towel, her face was still pale. Her hair dripped with water, falling onto her fair skin and making her complexion appear even more luminous.

The phone's ringtone persisted, and Cynthia finally glanced at it. It was Roy calling.

She suddenly remembered her appointment with Roy.

Quickly dressing in her coat to cover any traces left behind, she hurried out to meet him.

***

"Cynthia!"

A voice called out, and Roy appeared in front of her. He had a striking appearance, exuding the aura of an artistic young man. His long hair added to his beauty, and from behind, people might mistake him for a woman.

Cynthia forced a smile, her dimpled cheeks showing, which only made Roy more nervous.

His hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets as he nervously mentioned that he had made a reservation.

They sat down at the restaurant, but Cynthia, troubled by everything on her mind, didn't say much.

Roy, on the other hand, seemed incredibly anxious, unable to focus on his food. He kept glancing at her, and each time he did, his face flushed.

"Is Frank still bothering you?" Cynthia asked, breaking the silence.

Roy hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.

"Cynthia, I told you, don't worry about me. I have friends in the police, and they won't dare do anything. Has he been harassing you?"

"No, and he won't anymore," Cynthia replied, with words that Roy didn't fully understand. "I'm the one who dragged you into this. I'm sorry."

Thanks to her unexpected encounter with Lucien last night, Frank wouldn't be a problem anymore.

Roy looked at her, his face growing even redder. He stammered, "Cynthia, I... I have something to say..."

He paused, the soft, flowing music in the background seeming to heighten the tension. Roy pulled out a small ring box, opened it, and gently pushed it towards her, "Cynthia, will you marry me?"

Before she could respond, the door to the restaurant opened, and a voice called out, "Welcome!"

Cynthia looked up, only to see the one person she least wanted to see—Lucien.

He was with a woman with golden curly hair, her body impossibly curvy. Her legs, wrapped in a pink mini skirt, exuded a fiery allure.

Lucien's gaze landed on Cynthia almost immediately, his eyes calmly resting on the ring and Roy, before he turned to his companion, "Sandy, let's sit over there."

Sandy smiled and nodded, following him deeper into the restaurant.

Cynthia was shaken by the sight of Lucien. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions.

Roy, however, was still looking at her, his gaze full of longing as he tightly held her hand. His voice was firm, "Cynthia, marry me. I'll love you for the rest of my life."