"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
Prisley’s breath caught as she looked at the check. Her eyes flashed with surprise.Heather glanced at the resignation letter on the desk, his gaze even colder. He picked up the letter and slowly tore it in pieces. He stared at Prisley, "Her return has nothing to do with you. The contract isn’t up yet."His light blue eyes were like icy lake water, sending a shiver down Prisley’s spine. She remained silent for a moment, trying to steady her breathing."Mr. Rynn, the meeting with David is starting in ten minutes. You should go now." She tried to keep her voice steady, but it still trembled.Heather stood up, walked around the desk, and lifted her chin with his fingers. "How dare you think of leaving me?" His possessiveness radiated from him. Then he straightened his tie and walked out. "Go to the meeting," he said over his shoulder.In the conference room, the company’s senior executives were seated. Denis, Heather’s brother as well as the vice president, watched Heather stroll in leisu
Prisley felt a chill run down her spine as she walked out. Her back stiffened.As she closed the door behind her, the sound of breaking glass echoed from the office and made her heart skip a beat. She frowned, knowing that Heather had exploded in anger.Prisley walked over to the Secretariat and spoke to Lisa, a secretary. "Lisa, let everyone know not to enter the president's office for the next twenty minutes."Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "Is he mad again?"Prisley nodded. "Yes. Tell the janitorial staff to be ready." With that, she went back to her office.Heather's temper was unpredictable. Sometimes, he would fly into a rage for no apparent reason. Prisley was the only one who could calm him down.No matter how angry Heather got, a few gentle words from Prisley would restore his peace. This earned Prisley the nickname "Firefighter" among her colleagues.But this time, she was the cause of the fire.Back at her desk, Prisley hid her face behind a folder and let the tears flow.