"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 felt like a dagger had stabbed his heart. His voice trembled.“Hey, were... you asleep? Why didn’t you answer me?” He tried to sound calm.Prisley lay there like an empty shell, not moving an inch, her eyes unblinking.Heather felt his heart wither like a dry flower. It looked beautiful but was no longer lively. He had her body with him, but her heart was gone, leaving him with an empty shell.He slumped on the bed, pulling Prisley up and holding her close.“Prisley, please say something. Don’t scare me like this,” his voice shook.“I know it was wrong to lock you up. I’ll take you out for a walk now. You can go out whenever you want, anywhere you like. Just don’t be like this. It scares me... I don’t want to lose you...”Prisley didn’t respond, didn’t even move a bit. Her eyes were unfocused and half-open, her body limp and lifeless in Heather’s arms.Heather pulled out his phone in panic and wanted to call. “Prisley, are you feeling unwell? I’ll get a doctor.”On second thou
Prisley knew Heather was insane. It seemed her only option was to die by his side. She felt frustrated but had no other choice. So, she decided to become a living dead.From then on, Prisley stopped talking. When the maids brought food, she took a few bites and then had them take it away. After eating, she locked herself in the room and slept. She knew Heather had installed cameras in her room, so even if she couldn't sleep, she still lay there with her eyes closed.The long hours of work and constant fear had taken a toll on her mental state. With enough sleep, her mind seemed to become more active."Emma, how was her appetite today?" Heather routinely asked the maid."Miss Anderson ate very little, just like yesterday." Emma repliedHeather sighed deeply."Sir... there's something I think I should tell you," Emma knew Heather's temper well."Go ahead.""The food Miss Anderson eats each day is only half of the healthy amount. If this continues...""I know." Heather felt a wave of irr
With a loud splash, Prisley fell into the swimming pool, sending up a tall spray of water.She floundered in the water, panicking, unable to find her swimming rhythm. She choked on water as she struggled to stay afloat.After being cooped up indoors for so long, her limbs were weak. She barely managed to swim. Prisley splashed her way to the edge of the pool.Heather's eyes were burning with anxiety. He wanted to rush over to help Prislye, but Steve held him back, pressing him against the car."Let her go. Or you'll only make her hate you more."Heather struggled. "No! I can't watch her like this. Why can't I save her?""She can do it. Trust her," Steve said calmly."Let time heal everything. If she really cares about you, she'll come back to you.""If she doesn't, you can't force it."Heather struggled for a few seconds, watching Prisley flounder in the water.He picked up the security radio and told the guards, "Don't stop her. Let her go wherever she wants." His voice was heavy and