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
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
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
"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
Five years ago...Outside a dimly lit, intoxicating bar at night, Phoebe stood with her head lowered, nervously watching the men and women who continuously went in and out of the establishment.It was her first time in a place like this, and the unfamiliar environment already made her feel uneasy. The leering gazes of some of the men nearby only heightened her anxiety, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. She was too scared to even take another step forward."Hey, are you...?" A voice suddenly appeared near her ear, making her heart skip a beat. The man didn't say so explicitly, but the leering look up and down his face said it all.Phoebe timidly raised her head, only to regret coming here the moment she saw the disgusting man standing in front of her. But there was no turning back now.A bitter taste spread in her mouth as she lowered her eyes. Did she even have a choice? She didn't.Her father was still lying in a hospital bed, her brother had accumulated a massive debt due to
On a summer night, the city was ablaze with lights, hosting a world-renowned luxurious yacht party.Phoebe stood still by the window like a beautiful statue, not moving an inch.However, her hands at her sides were clenched tightly, her knuckles pale. The sea breeze brushed her face, but all she could feel was a bone-chilling cold. The moonlit night outside was mesmerizing, yet she had no heart to appreciate it.Watching the elite guests move across the yacht's deck, each of them radiated an aura of wealth and prestige. They whispered in low voices, laughing softly, clinking their glasses in elegant toasts.She smiled bitterly. This was the stark difference between the rich and the poor.The world was never fair, and all she could do was use her body to save her family.Raising her eyes to the empty night sky, her heart filled with a deep sadness. She felt utterly lost."Follow me." A deep, magnetic voice came from behind her.Phoebe closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her chest r
Without warning, darkness engulfed the room, plunging her into a pitch-black world.Power outage?Phoebe's heart clenched, fear and panic consuming her.It felt like a suffocating weight was closing in, making her body tremble uncontrollably.Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past her, and before she could react, a strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist.Her bare back pressed against a firm chest. Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat emanating from him.Startled, she let out a cry, "NO..."But the man chuckled darkly, his deep, husky voice breaking the silence of the room. "Don't make a fuss..."His voice was intoxicating, but why did it carry such an overwhelming sense of dominance? The aura of this man was formidable!"You...who are you?" Phoebe mustered the courage to ask, her voice trembling.Though the room was pitch dark, the man's sharp eyes could clearly catch every emotion in her wide, clear eyes—those beautiful eyes, like black pearls, pure and flaw
Two years later.At the art gallery, the staff bustled through the exhibition halls, meticulously preparing for an upcoming grand solo art show."Phoebe! How's the progress on Curtis' exhibition?" A deep voice asked from the other end of the phone."Everything's ready, just waiting for the gallery to open." Phoebe adjusted the outdated glasses perched on her nose. Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, giving her a fresh and elegant appearance.After hanging up, Phoebe carefully examined the paintings on the wall. This exhibition was part of Curtis' nationwide tour, and she was fortunate to have been selected as the temporary tour assistant for this world-renowned artist.During a small exhibition, one of Phoebe's own pieces caught Curtis' eye by chance. He appreciated her unique perspective on art, and that stroke of luck made her his chosen assistant.Phoebe had a natural talent for painting.For the past two years, her goal had been to apply to Valleybrook's top art school. H
Her heart clenched tightly, a wave of fear and panic rushing through her.Curtis quickly extended his arm, pulling her waist close to him, wrapping her in a firm embrace. His heart raced, and Phoebe clung to him like a frightened rabbit, seeking warmth and comfort."Phoebe, don't be scared. I'm here, everything's going to be fine," he whispered, gently stroking her soft hair in a soothing gesture.The car came to an abrupt stop after a series of jolts, skidding to a halt at a sharp corner. Only when Phoebe felt the car come to a safe stop did she slowly open her tightly shut eyes. She was still shaken, her gaze lifting toward the man holding her. A hoarse whisper escaped her lips, "Are we safe?""Yes, we're fine now," Curtis nodded, his gaze soft and reassuring. In this moment, he felt needed by her, a feeling he savored."What just happened? Did we crash?" Merle asked, steadying himself, his voice shaky.Curtis was about to ask the driver what had happened when he noticed that their
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 bustled around the kitchen, while Alexander stood at the doorway, arms crossed, silently watching her with unwavering focus.There was a trace of obsession in his gaze, as if time itself had frozen in that moment. Half an hour slipped by unnoticed—he remained completely absorbed in the sight of Phoebe moving about, focused and graceful.After two hours of careful cooking, a table full of aromatic, colorful dishes was finally laid out. Phoebe looked at her handiwork with a soft smile of satisfaction. She turned toward Alexander, who was sitting on the couch with his head buried in a newspaper, and called out gently, "Dinner's ready."But Alexander didn't respond. He remained motionless, still reading, as though he hadn't heard her."Dinner!" Phoebe raised her voice.Still no reaction.She tiptoed over, peeking curiously at the newspaper in his hands. The moment she caught a clear view, she froze for a second, then leaned in close to his ear and murmured teasingly, "It's upside d
A white ceiling. That was the first thing Laura saw when she opened her eyes. The harsh light made her immediately squeeze them shut again, her throat as dry as if she'd swallowed sand."Water…" she croaked, her voice barely recognizable.Someone lifted her head and pressed a glass to her lips. Laura drank greedily, only then managing to focus on the person helping her—a stranger."Thank you…" she whispered, then froze. "Who… are you?"The man's hand hesitated mid-air, water sloshing in the glass. "Laura, this isn't funny," he said, his low voice frayed with exhaustion and irritation.Laura frowned. The name sounded just as unfamiliar to her. "Laura? Is that… my name?"The man—Gavin—set the glass down and braced his hands on either side of her hospital bed, leaning in until his coffee-and-mint breath warmed her face. "Enough. I know you're angry, but faking amnesia is going too far. You've been unconscious for three days. The doctors said you could wake up anytime, and I've been here—