Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her—he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Lihat lebih banyakPhoebe stirred from a haze of sleep, the sunlight filtering through the window making her squint. She reached for her nightstand, fingertips brushing against the cold screen of her phone—3:00 PM.She froze, her mind sluggishly trying to piece things together. Fragments of last night resurfaced: the living room, Alexander's embrace, the warmth of his body, the sound of his breath… And then? How had she ended up back in bed?The answer was obvious. In this villa, no one else would dare touch her.She rubbed her temples in frustration. Everything was exposed now—she'd waited for him all night and fallen asleep in his arms. He must've figured it out.Suddenly, the door burst open.Phoebe looked up. Alexander stood in the doorway, his face thunderously dark."Aren't you going to explain?" His voice was like a blade scraping across glass—cold and sharp.Her heart jumped, panic rising in her chest. "Explain what?"He didn't answer. Instead, he tossed her phone in front of her.Phoebe looked
Nightfall.Phoebe had been waiting at the office for a long time. Her eyes would flick toward the entrance every few minutes, but Alexander never showed. He hadn't been to the office all day.And his phone? Still unanswered.Staring blankly at her phone screen, Phoebe's heart filled with unease.What happened to him? Why won't he even answer his phone?A creeping sense of anxiety spread through her chest like ink in water.When she finally returned home, Phoebe still held on to hope—maybe Alexander would already be there, waiting.But the house was silent. Empty.Still no sign of him.After a quick shower, she slipped into her pajamas and lay down in bed, but she couldn't settle. She picked up her phone again and dialed his number.Still off.No response.Panic began to bloom. Her mind spiraled with worst-case scenarios. She kept the screen in sight at all times, afraid she might miss a single notification.She even turned her phone's volume to max, hoping, praying it would ring.But
Alexander watched Phoebe's retreating figure with a faint sense of satisfaction. There was something strangely gratifying about having her follow his orders so obediently.Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen—an unfamiliar number. Frowning, he declined the call without hesitation. He wasn't about to let an irrelevant phone call ruin such a peaceful, cozy morning.But the phone rang again. And again. Persistent.His brows knit tighter with annoyance, but eventually he answered, intending to snap at the caller. Before he could speak, however, a familiar, anxious voice on the other end froze him in place."Alex? Is that you?"He recognized the voice instantly—Hermosa."…Yeah,"he replied flatly.Over the past five years, they'd been like parallel lines—never crossing, never speaking. She hadn't reached out, and he hadn't looked for her either.His memories from that time stopped before
The morning light had barely filtered through the curtains when Phoebe was stirred awake by a wave of warm, wet kisses.Still groggy, she became vaguely aware of a strange sensation. As her senses sharpened, a jolt of panic shot through her—her clothes were gone, completely stripped off at some point during the night. Worse still, her hand was wrapped firmly around a very specific part of Alexander. Her mind went blank, and she froze in place, unsure what to do."Morning,"Alexander's voice was low and husky, tinged with the lazy rasp of someone freshly awake.Phoebe stared at him, stunned. Morning? she thought. Seriously? Nothing about this is good!Was this man overdosing on testosterone or what? Did he ever think about anything else?Just as she was plotting how to kick him off her, Alexander grabbed her chin, his burning gaze locking onto hers. His tone was commanding, almost domineering."Help me."Phoebe instinctively
After work, Alexander dropped Phoebe off at home before rushing off to attend a social engagement.It wasn't until midnight that he finally stumbled back, reeking of alcohol. The only light in the living room came from a single dim wall lamp. He loosened his tie, a pounding headache throbbing at his temples. He should've gone straight to bed, but instead, his feet led him—almost involuntarily—to Phoebe's door.He grasped the doorknob and gave it a gentle twist, but it didn't budge.Locked.A flicker of irritation passed through Alexander. She actually locked the door? Was she hiding from him?A cold smile tugged at his lips. He had only wanted to hold her tonight, to ease the exhaustion clinging to his bones. But her resistance only ignited his need to conquer.Inside the room, Phoebe hid under her blanket, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.After a long while, when no sound came from the other side of the door, she f
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Phoebe finally finished replying to the last email. She rubbed her aching neck, her tightly strung nerves finally relaxing—and with that, a wave of longing for her children crashed over her.She glanced at the time—Alexander's meeting wouldn't end for another two hours.She could make it.Quietly and carefully, she tidied up her desk, doing her best to leave unnoticed. As the elevator doors closed behind her, she could almost hear Alexander's icy voice ringing in her ears:"No leaving your post without my permission."Phoebe gripped the strap of her bag, her heart skipping a beat. But then she reminded herself—her work was done, and she'd be back soon. It would be fine.The sunlight spilled warmly over the kindergarten lawn. The moment Phoebe stepped through the gate, two small figures shot toward her like tiny rockets."Mommy, where have you been these past few days?"Amy blinked her
Alexander paused for a moment, as if he had already anticipated Phoebe's question. He turned to her with a look full of hidden meaning, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips."That depends on how good your massage skills are."Phoebe quickly lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment behind her falling hair."I never agreed to that," she mumbled."If I don't get better, you're the one who'll suffer. Don't you think?"There was a subtle but unmistakable threat in Alexander's voice.Phoebe thought it over carefully. What he said wasn't wrong. With his personality, who knew what methods he'd come up with to torment her? She couldn't even begin to imagine what he might do if she refused him.Her eyes flicked with calculation before her face broke into a placating smile. Her voice turned cautious."How about I find you a professional therapist?"Before she could react, Alexander had already leaned in close. His lips brushed near her cheek, the distance between them so sma
The next morning, Phoebe slowly woke from her dreams, stretched lazily, and got up in high spirits to wash up. After tidying her room, she headed downstairs out of habit to prepare breakfast for Alexander. In just a few days, this had become a part of her daily routine—oddly enough, she didn't find it tedious. In fact, she felt oddly content.As soon as she descended the stairs, her eyes were drawn to a figure by the window. Alexander was seated there, absorbed in the financial section of the newspaper. Morning light spilled across his figure, outlining his graceful silhouette. Even in loose loungewear, his natural charm was unmistakable. His profile looked especially handsome under the soft sunlight.Phoebe stood frozen, momentarily captivated, until she realized her own dazed state and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with heat.She tried to sneak past quietly, but just as she turned, their eyes met—Alexander had looked up. Phoebe froze, embarrassment surging through he
That night.Phoebe stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping, a towel wrapped tightly around her.But the sight before her froze her in place.There, sprawled comfortably across her bed, lay Alexander—with only a thin cloth barely covering his lower half. The moment her eyes landed on him, her heart lurched. She jerked her face away, cheeks burning."Wh-what are you doing here?" Her voice trembled."Keeping a promise." Alexander folded his arms behind his head, tilting his chin up with a smirk.Phoebe's face flushed crimson. She knew exactly what he meant but played dumb, her voice barely a whisper. "What promise?""You forgot? You were supposed to help him relax." He emphasized the point with a deliberate roll of his hips.Her teeth clenched. "No. Absolutely not.""But don't you want him to… stand at attention?" Alexander drawled, his sly grin deepening her embarrassment.Phoebe hesitated. She did want him to recover—just not like this."There are other ways to help!" Her
"Phoebe, pack your things and report to the CEO's office now!" the HR manager, Alvis, commanded.Phoebe, who had been carefully organizing documents at her desk, immediately stopped what she was doing and responded, "Got it, sir!""I mean NOW! Don't keep boss waiting!" Alvis urged. Phoebe didn't dare hesitate any longer and hurriedly stood up to gather her belongings.Ten minutes later, she was on the top floor, her arms full of items.The company had been doing well, but for some reason, it was mysteriously acquired by an unknown corporation last week, and with that, a new boss had taken over.The news had shocked the entire staff, including Phoebe. But what puzzled her even more was how she had inexplicably become the new CEO's secretary.Was she lucky or unlucky?On one hand, her salary had doubled, but on the other, she had suddenly become the target of envy and hostility from the female employees.As she stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the CEO's office door, she knocke...
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