"Have the plane ready, we're heading to Kenzell. Now!""But boss, it's almost midnight. Can we fly early tomorrow instead? I'll arrange it now.""According to the police records, Prisley wasn't injured."Heather can finally breathe. She wasn't hurt. That was really a relief."A man helped her deal with another attacker. I'll get more details."A man? Was it the person she said she loved in her dreams?Heather didn't know how he hung up the phone, feeling completely overwhelmed.Prisley had been missing for so long, causing him so much worry and fear, and finally, she reappeared!He wanted to see her immediately, bring her back, and not let her leave his side for a single step.With a few hours before takeoff, Heather couldn't sleep. Closing his eyes, all he could see was Prisley splattered with blood. His fingers felt cold, then his whole body.These days, Heather still couldn't get used to Prisley not being around. He tried hard not to think about her because when he did, it felt har
Heather got a punch to the face, grimacing in pain. His eyes flashed with coldness and immediately swung back.Spencer also took a punch to the face, staggering back two steps. As his injured leg hitting the ground, his face contorted in agony."Spencer!" Prisley cried, standing between them."Stop, his leg's injured, don't hurt him!" Her eyes, tearful yet filled with hatred, locked onto Heather.Prisley helped Spencer up, supporting him against her."Spencer, I'm sorry, it's my fault," she sobbed harder.Spencer tousled her hair. "It's not the first time I've protected you, and it won't be the last," he said, pulling her behind him to continue shielding her.Heather had a faint victorious smile on his lips, adjusting his sharp suit."Prisley, if you know what's good for him, you'd know what to do," his tone merciless.Prisley stopped crying, glaring at Heather with disgust and hatred. "Fine, I'll go with you."That look unnerved Heather. Prisley had always been obedient and gentle, n
"Right here, both times..."Prisley's smile was eerie, and Heather froze, feeling a chill down his spine. He withdrew from her body."What are you doing!" He sat up angrily, throwing on his robe."Nothing, some memories suddenly popped up, I couldn't control it." She gave a faint smile, then resumed her calm demeanor.Prisley lay on the bed, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling, devoid of any liveliness.Heather stepped into the bathroom. Water flowed over his head, cooling his furious mind for a moment.As the anger slowly subsided, he suddenly felt the urge to slap and curse himself. Prisley had gone through so much hardship, and he hadn't been there to help, only seeking his own pleasure from her.He took her from Spencer, made her cry her heart out, and didn't give her any comfort. Instead, he demanded her to go to the bathroom when they got back."Heather, you're such a fucking asshole!" he said to himself.When Heather came out of the bathroom, Prisley was still in t
"The boss ordered that you are not allowed to leave the house."Prisley's heart felt like it had been hit with a hammer. What? Heather actually planned to restrict her freedom? Was he afraid she'd run?She tilted her face upward, gazing helplessly at the sky. Her heart, already shattered, now felt even more broken."Heather, you're a psycho!" She said with gritted teeth.With nowhere to go, Prisley had to return to her room and buried herself in sleep. She hadn't slept well these past few days due to fear and anxiety. Drifting in and out of sleep, she struggled with nightmares again.In her dream, Spencer's leg was completely severed. He was bleeding continuously and lay on the ground in agony. Heather stood nearby, gloating with a knife in his hand."Spencer—!" Prisley woke up in a panic. Her bang was damp with sweat. She panted heavily."What's wrong, Prisley? Don't be afraid, I'm here."Prisley fell into a warm embrace. Heather was sitting on the bed, looking at her with concern.P
"No, you can't..." Prisley's tears fell like broken beads. Panic set in as Heather's eyes turned cold, vengeful, and lustful. She had never seen him like this and backed away in fear.Heather unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing perfect abs and a V-line, but his aura was menacing."Come to me," he ordered, lazily gesturing with a finger."No, you can't..." Prisley choked out, "The contract says you can't force me...""I don't know what force means," he replied, moving closer. "In my world, it doesn't exist."Prisley wiped away tears in despair. What a creep! How did she never see this dark side of him and fell in love with him!She was cornered and nowhere to go. She had no choice but to cry. "Please, Heather, don't do this," she begged.Heather ignored her pleas like being possessed. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.He slowly removed her nightgown, like unveiling a masterpiece. The room was dimly lit. As he kissed her delicate skin, he noticed bruises everywhere.On h
Prisley woke up from a coma in the middle of the night. The maid, hearing the noise, quickly came over to attend to her."Miss Anderson, would you like something to eat? I have prepared different kind of food for you."Prisley shook her head blankly. "I don't want to eat anything.""Mr. Rynn instructed that you must take enough nutrition."Prisley didn't reply, a look of contempt flashing in her eyes."I don't have appetite. Can you please leave my room? I want to rest.""But Mr. Rynn asked me to stay with you..." The maid was hesitant to leave, torn between the master's orders and Prisley's wishes."I said I want to be alone. If there's anything, let Heather come to me." She spoke weakly.The maid hesitated for a moment but eventually left the room with anxiousness.Prisley checked both arms carefully but found no needle marks. She remembered the blood-drawing equipment and test tubes were all swept onto the floor. Maybe that was why they hadn't used it. She sighed in relief.She wan
The next day, Heather went to the office, leaving Prisley bored and wandering around every corner of the mansion.She knew the servants were watching her, reporting back to Heather at every turn.Her task was to familiarize herself with everything here.Heather's mansion is very spacious and luxurious, spanning four floors above ground and two below ground.The design featured clean geometric lines, stylish yet grand, perfectly complementing his personality.Prisley walked and looked around, mapping out the layout of each functional area.Outside on the ground floor, there was a large swimming pool, just under the windows on the other side of the villa.Prisley gazed at the shimmering water in the pool, a slight smile crossing her lips.Heather had just finished a quick meeting and returned to his office, feeling annoyed. Steve followed in curiously.In the past, Heather would have delegated such boring meetings to Prisley, but now he had to attend himself. Peter and the other assist
“What is she doing?! Her room is on the third floor!”Heather quickly dialed another number.“Sam, did you see the surveillance?” His tone was icy.“Yes, sir, we’re on our way,” Sam replied, panting heavily, clearly running.“Protect her, don’t let her get hurt!” Heather growled through gritted teeth.Steve's eyes widened, his mouth half-open. “Are you... are you keeping Prisley locked up? Is she trying to escape?”Heather's face was dark, and he remained silent.“Heather, she’s going to hate you for this. Trust me, I know her,” Steve continued to buzz around him.“You know her personality, right? She’s too strong-willed to give in easily. The more you suppress her, the more stubborn she’ll become…”“Shut up! You talked too much!” Heather finally snapped at Steve.Heather pressed the intercom button on his desk. “Tell Peter to prepare the car. I need to go home immediately.”“This is none of your business, get out,” he said curtly to Steve.Heather was beginning to sweat lightly. Pris