"You must be dreaming! How is that even possible?" Heather jumped up from her chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on."But you said it that day! In bed! The contract states no emotions involved. You've breached it, so it has to end," Prisley mocked.Heather knew he must have blurted it out in a moment of weakness, but he hated that Prisley had seen through him.He roughly pinned Prisley against the wall. "Prisley, the contract says, it ends when the term is up or when I get married. Our relationship can't end until then.""Neither of those has happened. So, you're still mine.""Didn't you say there would be no more contracts?""I decide if it continues. I didn't sign to end it." He's actually being childish, not keeping his word.Prisley looked at him like he was an idiot. "Ridiculous. Did you buy me? The contract says I serve you, not that you own me. Now I'm not selling. Okay?""Okay or not, I decide. As long as I don't agree, it doesn't end." He let go of Prisley, not even
Holding Prisley, Heather had a strange feeling. He always acted high and mighty. When did he start caring about her?But he involuntarily tightened his arms around Prisley, holding her firmly.Prisley hesitated for a moment, not resisting. She was truly tired, too exhausted to fight back."Heather," Prisley whispered."I'm here," Heather buried his head in her neck, responding."I'm tired. I want a peaceful life. Let me go, please? I'm begging you."No hysteria, no yelling, it’s just a calm request. Her voice was weak, tugging at the heartstrings.Prisley really felt exhausted. She felt her heart slowly breaking into pieces, unable to piece it back together.Heather instinctively held her tighter."You ask me to pretend to be Filla, but I'm not her. I'm tired of pretending, I just want to be myself again. All the good impressions I gave you were fake, not me. You love her. Or maybe the fake me. The real me isn't good at all, not worth you forcing to keep.""Sleep, you're tired," Heathe
Prisley's mind was fuzzy, "I am yours?""What if I don't..." Her words were cut off by another kiss, leaving her flushed and weak. She closed her eyes.She felt herself being lifted, then gently placed on the bed."If I didn't make it clear before, from today on, you're mine. Everything about you." Heather said in a husky voice, his passionate kisses resuming.His deep voice pierced Prisley's core. He'd never said such things before. Why now? He said he didn't love her...Was it because of Mark? Was he really into her, or just trying to one-up Mark? These men...Prisley's thoughts scattered as electric currents surged through her, igniting a fire within.She had been mad at Heather before, but now she couldn't resist his teasing. He knew exactly how to touch her sensitive spots - her earlobes, her neck, her collarbone... Heather wouldn't miss a single one."Listen, from now on, you're mine alone. No more messing around with other guys.""Okay, I get it."Prisley's breathing quickened,
"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said, his tone heavy with melancholy."Why not? You already agreed with Steve."Heather drew her closer, his embrace tightening. "I just... don't want you to go." He confessed, his gaze softening, a hint of vulnerability quite different from his previous icy cold.Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.Leaning into his chest, she was about to offer words of comfort when Heather abruptly released her, his gaze once again veiled in frost."You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.Back at her own desk, Prisley couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion. This man... he had been tender and affectionate moments ago, but now he seemed distant and cold.She sighed, trying to make sense of it all.Meanwhile, Heather struggled with his own confusion. The reason of Prisley'
Prisley's gaze snapped back to focus.She looked at Heather and pushed him away with strength. How dare he answer his ex-girlfriend's call right after making love to her?Prisley walked away in disgust. She changed her clothes and turned on her computer to get some work done.She was too angry to even think about dinner.Heather spoke into the phone, "Alright, got it. I'll be back soon."He walked over and closed Prisley's laptop. "Come with me for dinner."Prisley glared at him. "Go away. I need to work. Go by yourself." Disgust filled her eyes.Heather grinned with the joy of inner desire fulfilled, "The boss said no overtime for the staff."Prisley frowned, "Are you out of your mind?""You're willing to mess around with a married woman, but I'm not willing to share the same man with her."Heather felt pricked by the little hedgehog. "Don't talk nonsense. It's not what you think.""Now, I, as the party A of the contract, demand you, as the party B, to comply with party A’s actions—ha
Steve was alarmed. "These guys won't help. They'll just get beaten up with us."He told Prisley, "You should leave. I can't hold out much longer here."Prisley smiled calmly and glanced at the huge guys walking in. She waved at them.The guys instantly formed a solid wall between Prisley and the rebellious man.Steve finally sighed in relief.It turned out Prisley had contacted a security company in advance and hired dozens of bodyguards to help secure the accounts.Seeing Steve's sweaty face, Prisley smiled calmly, "Don't worry. It'll be fine.""Wow, you planned all this?" Steve asked."Do you think I'm busy every day for no reason?" Prisley replied."They think I don't know engineering and are trying to evade responsibility. I really don't, but I can bring in a professional team.""We haven't started the audit yet, but I'm sure these rats are up to no good."Steve silently applauded. Under Heather's training, she became just as ruthless as he is."Brad works for David," Prisley conti
The fat driver's stinky mouth leaned towards Prisley, his sweaty, obese body pressing down on her."No -!" Prisley struggled desperately, trying to push away the disgusting man.But the strength difference between a man and a woman was too great, and she couldn't move at all.The feeling of humiliation made her eyes overflow with tears. Prisley tried to calm herself down.Earlier, when the driver went around to the passenger seat, she had taken out the pen Mark gave her from her bag.Her hands trembled badly, but she tried to control them, gripping the pen tightly and pulling off the cap.She took a deep breath and started swinging it at the fat man. She knew the blade inside the pen was short, so she aimed for the artery in his neck.The blade was made of excellent material and was incredibly sharp.When blood spurted out, the fat driver didn't even realize he was hurt.Seeing the red marks on Prisley, he dully wiped his neck, finally noticing the blood was coming from him.He wanted
The person seemed to be looking for someone, the sneakers moving left and right, until finally, they walked straight towards Prisley's car.Prisley covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her scream, holding the pen knife in the other, ready to defend herself."Prisley - where are you - " a pleasant voice called out.Prisley froze, not believing her ears.When he called out again, she allowed herself to cry but was still too tense to speak.The person in sneakers seemed to hear the sobbing."Prisley, is that you? Don't be scared, I'm coming."When Mark saw Prisley, his heart broke into a thousand pieces.She was curled up by the car, covered in blood, a shocking sight.She looked like a frightened bird, shivering. She clutched the pen knife tightly, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness.Mark approached her slowly, squatting down a few steps in front of her, looking into her eyes."Prisley, it's me, Mark. You're safe now. No one can hurt you anymore."Prisley's hand remained rigi
Early the next morning, Heather had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heather in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time a
Heather and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heather smiled as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He opened his arms and pulled Prisley into a hug, pressing her forehead gently against his warm chest. In that moment, it felt like he was holding something precious he had almost lost, and it made him cherish her even more.Prisley didn’t resist, didn’t move at all. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Heather opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heather was puzzled, but Prisley greeted them warmly. “Oh, you’re here? Please, bring everything inside.”The lead mover asked, “Are you Miss Anderson?”“Yes, that’s me,” Prisley said cheerfully as she welcomed them in.“Could you sign for this?”Prisley quickly signed, her happiness clear from her expression. The large items were brought inside, and she led them to an empty room.Heather asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintl
Mark and his father walked into the study.Old Grant said, "Son, all these years, I haven't interfered much, letting you choose your own path.""You could study if you wanted, or travel if you preferred. But now, I have to think about your future."Mark asked quietly, "What"s wrong, Dad?" He had a feeling something was off. His father"s usually kind face was now serious, like when he was in a business meeting."My heart is getting worse. Even though I look fine on the outside, I know my own condition.""It could stop beating at any moment. I don't know if it will be tomorrow, next month, or next year. So, I have to make arrangements now."Mark interrupted anxiously, "What did the doctors say? There are so many treatments available. This isn't a big issue, Dad. Don't be so pessimistic."Mark had originally come home thinking only about getting some benefits from his father, maybe some shares or money. But hearing his father speak like this, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.Th
"Dad, what's up?" Mark said, holding his phone, sounding casual.His father's gentle voice came through the line, "You haven't been home for dinner in a while. Your mom wants to see you."Mark gave Heather and Prisley a wink, pretending to be relaxed. "I miss you too. I'll come home tonight. Nothing's more important than you."He hung up, and the smile on his face vanished.Heather signaled that he was leaving. Before heading out, he reminded Mark, "Don't forget what's right and what's not."Mark nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be a great actor."Prisley couldn’t help but smile as she watched his playful, slightly mischievous demeanor. "Mark, I'm glad you're back to your old self. That's the you I like."She shot a glance at Heather, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heather remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heather and Prisley reached the car, Heather suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappoint
Chapter 107: Becoming Friends“With your immature look and still being wet behind the ears, you dared to compete with me for Prisley?”Heather said, half-joking, half-contemptuously. His tone held a touch of mockery, and a smirk curved his lips. He lounged on the sofa, casually tapping the edge of his wine glass with his fingers, casting a dismissive glance at Mark.Prisley, sitting next to Heather, gave him a gentle elbow jab. She shot him a disapproving look and then gave him a subtle wink, signaling him to ease up on Mark.To their surprise, Mark was momentarily stunned but then smiled calmly. His eyes showed a trace of self-deprecation but mostly relief.“You’re right, Heather. Compared to you, I’m indeed quite immature,” Mark said with a wry smile.“I finally understand that I’m definitely not the type Prisley likes. So despite all her efforts, she still hasn’t fallen for me.”He spoke with self-deprecation. Though he was addressing his past hurt, he showed no real sadness. In
"Mark, what's wrong? Are you speeding? Tell me where you are right now!"Prisley’s face had gone pale with worry. She turned to Heather, desperate for help.After listening for a couple of seconds, Heather immediately grasped the situation with Mark. He grabbed the phone from Prisley and said, "Mark, whatever's going on, you need to stay calm. Prisley is really worried about you. You don't want to cause an accident and make her even more upset, do you?"The roar of a car engine came through the phone. Mark answered with a chocked voice, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."Not long after, the three of them were sitting in a restaurant.The restaurant’s lighting was soft and warm, but the atmosphere between them was exceptionally heavy.Mark sat in the corner of the table, his gaze distant.He looked utterly defeated, with bruises from a fight on his face, completely lacking his usual charm and confidence. Prisley had seen Mark anxious and smug before, but never this defeated and at a loss.Pri
After saying goodbye to Prisley at the hospital, Mark drove home with a heavy heart. He couldn't remember how he drove—the dim streetlights and shadows on the road were all that filled his mind. It felt like the whole world had lost its color.Only when he instinctively hit the brakes did he realize he was already parked in his driveway.Inside his mansion, the silence made the space feel even more empty and cold. With one person missing, the house felt like a hollow shell, and even the air seemed thin.Mark walked unsteadily into the bedroom that was once filled with laughter and warmth. Prisley's presence was everywhere. Her book was still open on the nightstand, a few of her clothes casually draped over the chair. On the wall hung a portrait she had painted of him, so detailed, so lifelike. But the bed across from it was now empty.Mark approached the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then collapsed onto it, exhausted. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered on the sheets. He
The kitchen was filled with the rich smell of beef, the oil sizzling quietly on the hot pan. The shelves had new spices lined up, neatly organized. Heather was focused, carefully watching the steak as it cooked.Over his casual clothes, he wore a white apron.His commanding presence wasn't diminished at all by the casual outfit. Instead, it added a touch of warmth and kindness. It was a side of him Prisley had never seen before, something she couldn't even imagine.Prisley's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Heather like he was from another planet. "Heather? Are you... cooking steak?"Heather turned around, a soft smile playing on his lips.Heather said to the man on the video call, "Alright, that's it for today," and then ended the call."Need any help?" Prisley asked, stepping closer to the counter.Heather waved a long finger to indicate he didn't, then turned back to what he was doing.Prisley could only stand there waiting.Heather finally switched off the stove, plated th
“Awake?” Heather asked, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.Prisley nodded woodenly, responding with a faint sound.She wasn’t used to such morning—too intimate, too tender. Heather had rarely stayed over at her place before, let alone waking up with her in his arms until dawn.On the rare occasions he did stay over, he would leave the apartment early, as if staying even a moment longer made him uncomfortable.It made sense. Back then, he was just infatuated with her body.Prisley tried to get up, but as she moved, Heather’s arm tightened around her.“It’s still early. Stay a little longer. It’s the weekend,” he said with a warm smile in his voice.Prisley didn’t really want to wake up that early. She just didn’t want to be so close to Heather. The intimacy made her uneasy. If there were an “boundary” in the bed, she might have been able to sleep a bit longer.She gave an awkward smile, trying to sound casual. “It’s just… I want to move around a bit. The weather is so nice