Chapter 1: Turning point

Rosalynn’s POV.

“Why did you come back here? Quickly answer me! Why do you dare appear before me again?”

The man's voice, as fierce as a demon, was growling on top of my head. His hand covered with blue veins was squeezing my neck tightly, causing my face to turn pale, and I could only make a few coughing sounds in pain.

“Nolan… Ack! I want… to see my daughter.” I choked out each word, looking at him with teary eyes but determined not to shed a single tear.

But the response I got was the icy indifference that seemed to penetrate to the bone. I could see the corner of his mouth curling up into a mocking and nonchalant smile, just like the first time we met.

This man squeezed my neck even tighter to the point where I thought I was going to die of suffocation when he suddenly stuffed a pistol into my palm. This cold contact made my spine tremble for a while, my heart was choked with fear and sadness after hearing him speak.

“Didn't you always want to kill me five years ago? Kill me, I will drag you to hell with me.”

5 years ago.

At a pub, in Las Vegas.

“Could you sleep with me tonight?” I tremblingly grabbed a corner of the strange man's sleeve and spoke in a tone like a buzzing mosquito.

As soon as I rushed into this pub, I didn't even see the face of the man opposite but rushed straight towards him and made an offer. Because he was the only one sitting alone. Even before finishing my sentence, my warm tears fell like rain. I lowered my head and used one hand to wipe them away quickly.

Waiting for a long time without an answer, my heart was beating faster and faster until it wanted to fall out of my chest. Every second that passed weighed heavily on my psychology, causing me to panic and adjust my voice to repeat it.

But a low sound rang out amidst the melodious piano music, making my spine break out in a cold sweat, and at the same time, the man's sharp eyes were staring at me.

“Name a price.”

I didn't expect to receive such a straightforward answer. His straightforwardness and decisiveness were like a knife stabbing directly into my remaining dignity, making me raise my head. When I met those amber eyes, my shoulders suddenly trembled and my cherry lips struggled to move a few words.

“I… I… need…” The pain deep in my heart was choking me.

Tears fell uncontrollably. I saw the man across from me slightly frown.

He calmly placed the expensive glass of wine on the table, then leaned back in a very calm, cross-legged position. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile filled with contempt.

Exactly contempt!

It seemed like the laughter around me was disturbing my mind. Clutching my hands tightly into my jeans, after experiencing moments of intense psychological struggle, I was able to utter the words, "One million dollars."

“Alright, deal.”

I took a few steps back. Surprised to see him stand up, my dove eyes glanced at him from bottom to top once. His tall figure made me dumbfounded for a moment. This man was about 1.90m tall, with a muscular chest that made his shirt seem a bit tight.

The vest carrying the smell of sandalwood was thrown straight at me, and then he glanced at me with an emotionless look, coldly ordering, "Follow me."

[...]

I didn't understand how I could successfully follow him into the presidential suite on the top floor of this building. As soon as the door closed, this man's cold voice pulled me back to reality.

“Are you of age yet?” The man slowly took off his tie and threw it on the sofa. He conveniently unbuttoned a few more buttons of his shirt.

“Yes… Yes, I am an adult.” I answered tremblingly.

“That's for the best. I don't like getting into trouble." He spoke arrogantly, and his eyes that were nonchalantly glancing at me were also filled with contempt.

Having said that, that tall figure walked straight into the bathroom. Not long after, I sat on the bed listening to the sound of the shower water running, anxiously curling my hands tightly so that the tips of my long nails dug into my skin.

It seemed like this action could calm me down a bit.

If I changed my mind and ran away now, would it still be possible?

However, after stepping out of this room, I would have no fucking idea what the future held for me. This was the last measure that I thought could save my unfortunate life, even if just a little.

I, Rosalynn Carter, a 21-year-old college student, was engaging in a virginity transaction with a stranger for one million dollars. While my peers were burning with passion and enthusiasm, why had God pushed me into this dead end?

In the dim yellow light, a strong emotion suddenly surged up, causing me to bite my lip to stop the sobs from echoing.

Because of gambling losses, my father had been beaten in the casino for more than a week now. In order to redeem him, my mother agreed to marry me to a 60-year-old man - the owner of that casino - to pay off the debt. I once cried in despair when questioning my mother's decision, was she really so heartless as to trade her daughter's future just because of temporary adversity?

But that woman coldly answered me, "You must feel lucky that you are worth so much money."

The sound of running water stopped without my realizing it. While I was in a daze, the man appeared in front of me with a cold face, "Are you ready?"

A surge of electricity ran through my body, and my eyes widened in panic. Raising my teary eyes to look at him, I hesitantly nodded and wiped away the tears from my eyes.

“Undress and lie down on the bed.” He calmly ordered and threw the hair towel aside.

After showering, this man only wrapped a towel around his waist. A few drops of water fell from his wet hair and ran along his bare chest. Every time he breathed, those toned six-pack abs kept undulating up and down gently.

“Yes, sir…” I couldn't control the instinctive fear and choking in my voice.

The man seemed very patient waiting for me to remove every piece of fabric on my body. But his indifferent observation turned into proof that I was becoming a toy for people to make fun of and despise at will. Even right now, I felt a sense of disdain for myself.

One minute, two minutes… At the third minute, “Ah.” I screamed in surprise.

He suddenly rushed forward and tore my shirt, then quickly stripped off my jeans and roughly threw them to the ground. Using his strong arms, he pushed me down onto the soft mattress and then removed the towel wrapped around his body. Soon, his entire naked body appeared in front of me, causing my cheeks to flush...

Especially, there was a giant swollen object that erected very arrogantly.

It was huge! The first thing that crossed my mind was this thought.

It was so huge that I turned pale with fear. That size would tear my body apart if it entered.

"No, impossible." I kept shaking my head.

His long, slender fingers gently stroked the contours of my face. Those amber eyes looking at me suddenly carried a strange sadness and attachment.

He leaned closer to smell my skin and then slid kisses from my cheek to my white neck.

The hot touch of this man momentarily made me moan out a lustful sound, "Aaahh..."

Just when I thought that this cold man was still giving me gentle foreplay, an intense pain came from between my legs, causing my tears to stream uncontrollably down my face.

In the end, my self-esteem was completely shattered.

“It hurts… It hurts so much. Please… don't move anymore.” I weakly begged.

The response to my plea was silence. The quiet room echoed with the sound of lustful pleasure as the two bodies continuously blended together. He showed no mercy to my painful moans. This man squeezed my round breasts hard and pushed inside me more and more aggressively.

"It is too late. Since you willingly came to me, I will never let you slip out of my reach once again."

Once again? A flash of confusion popped up inside me, but my mind was quickly filled with pain mixed with pleasure with this stranger.

Tonight, I had gone insane!

[...]

The next afternoon.

After receiving the $1 million cheque, I immediately left the room without looking for that man's silhouette anymore. He seemed to have left before I woke up without any messages. Fortunately, we didn't cross paths in that awkward situation.

But I knew I would continue to encounter problems when I returned home.

I held the doorknob tightly for a long time before daring to push it open, trembling and stepping inside.

Seeing a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, I cautiously walked over, bowed my head, and called out, "Mom, I'm home..."

Right after that, a slap on my cheek made me numb in pain, followed by a series of bitter curses pouring into my face.

“You ungrateful, despicable whore! Why did you dare to run away from the hotel yesterday?”