"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
Heather Rynn, the CEO of Warner Group, had been on a five-day business trip and was returning today. Unusually, this time, he didn't take his assistant, Prisley, with him.Prisley had prepared the CEO’s office with freesia flowers. Their subtle fragrance lingered in the air. Heather liked this scent.In her own office, Prisley straightened her hair with a flat iron, then put it up in a high bun. Her original hair was long with golden slightly curly locks. But for the past four years, she had always styled it straight, trying to look like a specific woman, including her way of dressing and behavior.Once her hair was done, Prisley sprayed some perfume into the air above her. She walked through the mist, frowning slightly. She didn't like this perfume, but she had to cater to Heather.Yes, this was also part of her job. She was not only Heather's assistant but also his secret lover, bound by a five-year contract. It was her duty to be in her best condition before his return.The assistan
She was back. What did that make me? The other woman? Prisley felt a wave of sadness.She agreed to the contract because of the money and because Heather was handsome, but the main thing was he was single at that time.No matter how poor Prisley was, she would never get involved in someone else's marriage or relationship. That was her bottom line.Now that Filla had been back and they were so close, Prisley was just the extra person. Heather’s trip this time was really to see Filla, wasn’t it? Otherwise, why didn’t he take her along?The business trip…thinking of it now…Heather had just left Filla’s arms and then came to her for sex? No wonder she felt something was off about him today, something she couldn’t put her finger on, but it was definitely there.Disgusting!Prisley rushed back to the bathroom. The intimacy and excitement moments ago seemed like a joke now!Applying several times the usual amount of shower gel, she scrubbed her skin hard with a sponge, removing the scent of