Hannah reluctantly lifted her glass, took a cursory sip, and then continued eating her steak in silence. Her indifference left Shawn feeling defeated. He had drunk a little too much. After getting drunk, he started to act out, gripping Hannah's wrist tightly. “I want us to make love.” Hannah struggled hard, shouting sternly, “Shawn, you promised you wouldn’t force me!” He pressed her waist against the counter. Hannah was forced to lie back, her upper body almost parallel to the countertop. She pushed against him with all her strength, using both hands and feet. “Let go, Shawn! Don’t make me hate you.” He roughly grabbed the bottom of her shirt, trying to tear it open, his movements clumsy and desperate. Hannah's whole body trembled; her face turned pale. Her stomach churned with nausea. “Shawn, you bastard!” The sensation of her skin against his hands sent blood rushing through his veins. Fueled by alcohol, his desire grew uncontrollably, and he moved in to kiss he
In the CEO’s office. Shawn sat in a soft chair, smoking a post-coital cigarette. His upper body was bare, exuding a sensual aura as he leaned back, his pants loosely pulled up, the zipper undone. Smoke swirled around him, softening the contours of his features. Physically, he felt satisfied, but inside, there was an unusual emptiness. It had been a week since he last saw Hannah. He missed her terribly. So much so that he didn't know how to swallow his pride and try to win her back. The more Shawn thought about it, the more agitated he became. He crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Next to him, Denise, wearing a slip dress, lifted his arm and nestled into his chest through the small gap. She looked up, the remnants of their intimacy still lingering in her eyes. "What’s going on with you lately? You seem so distracted.” Shawn looked down at Denise for a long moment. Finally, he lifted her by the shoulders, their eyes meeting. He said, “Denise, we should
However, after hanging up the phone, Shawn's face turned cold as he violently hurled his phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces. Denise nearly screamed in fright. "What happened?" Shawn’s expression was dark and grim. Denise walked over from behind, wrapping her arms around him and pressing his forehead against her stomach. She gently patted his back. "Shawn, if something is bothering you, you can tell me. I'm willing to hear you out. Don't keep it bottled up inside. If it makes you sick, it’ll break my heart." Shawn remained silent, still holding onto a shred of reason. He knew, regardless of the truth, that this matter was between him and his wife. It wasn’t something to be discussed with outsiders. And Denise was certainly an outsider. With this realization, Shawn stood up and walked out of the office with a blank expression, picking up the intercom. His personal assistant, Elbert Weiss, quickly entered from outside. Elbert immediately sensed the linge
Shawn didn’t sleep a wink all night. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Hannah and Andrew entwined together in bed. In the early hours of the morning, he got up, knocking a delicate ornament off the nightstand and shattering it. With a cold expression, he went downstairs and drove straight to Denise’s place. His nerves were stretched too thin. He needed to unwind. And a late-night fling seemed like the only way. Denise hadn’t expected the man who had just ended things with her earlier that day to show up at her doorstep in the dead of night. She wore a crimson slip dress, lace of the same color draping over her chest, subtly revealing the curves beneath. Shawn pulled her to him, pressing Denise against the entryway cabinet with a blank expression. He was desperate.Denise whimpered softly, “Shawn, what's gotten into you today…?” She called out to him in a delicate, breathy voice, over and over. Shawn gripped her neck, his voice rough and strained. “Call m
On their wedding night, Hannah Hart found a pair of lace panties, adorned with pearls, in the pocket of her groom's tailcoat. She quietly tucked them back in, showing no reaction.Shawn Spencer emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white bath towel. His dark, alluring eyes were filled with a raw, masculine desire. He walked over to the bed, dropped to one knee, inching closer to her. “Hannah, I want you,” he whispered.His scorching hand landed on her smooth, porcelain calf, slowly creeping upward…Hannah's eyes flared with crimson rage.This man… the one she'd loved since she was sixteen, who had been her rock through family crises and every storm life threw at them, the one who would have laid down his life for her…And yet, he had cheated.A cheating man, like drinking spoiled milk, made her feel sick to her stomach.Just as Shawn's hand slid higher, nearing the inside of her thigh, Hannah’s body trembled. She grabbed his hand, her grip firm even through the fabric of he
Hannah staggered back to the room, almost relieved that Denise had kept Shawn occupied, giving her a moment to gather herself.She submerged herself fully in the bathtub, desperately trying to wash away the evidence on her skin. Losing her virginity was already a reality, and she couldn’t afford the risk of getting pregnant. Her thoughts raced wildly—work, the divorce, collecting proof of his betrayal—but every time she tried to concentrate, the memory of Sebastian's deep, seductive breaths filled her mind…Frustrated, she submerged herself underwater, using the lack of air to snap herself back to reality.…The soft morning light painted the city in a rosy glow, streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shawn tiptoed back into the room, expecting Hannah to still be asleep, but instead, she was already dressed in a bodycon dress, sitting quietly at the vanity, applying her makeup.A flicker of guilt flashed through Shawn’s deep eyes—brief and fleeting. But almost immediately,
Sebastian stood before the couple, and Hannah lowered her gaze in despair. But she only heard Sebastian's deep voice slowly resonate, "Shawn, tell your grandfather I won’t be coming back."Hannah fell silent.Shawn replied with a smile, "Sure."Sebastian gave a slight nod, his gaze resting on Hannah’s face for a moment. She seemed… relieved? Though a bit puzzled, he didn’t dwell on it and quickly walked away.Hannah got into the car, and as Shawn drove, he glanced at her still slightly pale face in the rearview mirror and chuckled. "Are you a bit scared of my uncle?"Hannah nodded. The rumors about him… stories of a ruthless man straddling both the legal and the underworld—who wouldn't be afraid?Especially after last night…Shawn chuckled lightly and said, "Just be polite around him. He's trouble; it's better to keep your distance." …At the family estate, most of the elders barely acknowledged Hannah, and she was left with a stomach full of frustration, with no one to confide i
This was utterly ridiculous.Hannah tried to get up quickly, but in her panic, she hit her head hard against the car roof. The sharp pain made her dizzy, and she had no choice but to sit back down.Sebastian fell silent.Noticing the sudden change in his body, Hannah felt tears prick her eyes. "I'm sorry, Uncle," she murmured.She shifted herself slowly, inch by inch, until she finally slid off his lap. The moment she landed on the leather seat, it felt like a small part of her had died and come back to life.…Outside the Luminary Capital office building. Joe, tense and cautious, parked the car. The minor incident earlier had left him too nervous to even breathe loudly.The car came to a stop by the curb. Hannah hurriedly opened the car door. "Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Mr. Wood."With those words, she quickly walked into the building without looking back, like she was fleeing the scene.Joe asked, a hint of unease in his voice, "Sir, do you want to go to the office?"Sebastian