When Phoebe came to, she vaguely remembered someone carrying her into a car. Her body, as if it had a mind of its own, clung to him like a water serpent, entwining with him.Then she felt it—a strong, heated body pulling her tightly into its embrace. The way he held her was possessive, forceful, and far from gentle. He seemed angry, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that this sensation felt strangely familiar.It felt like Alexander. Was this a dream? Or was it just her desperate hope that it was him?She didn't understand why he was the first person to come to her mind. She had tried so hard to forget him, thinking that if he disappeared, she could erase every trace of him and pretend nothing had ever happened. But she was wrong..."Ugh..." She let out a soft moan, her body acting on its own. It felt like she was wandering through a desert, thirsting for water, yearning for some relief. She could feel a coolness enveloping her, and she instinctively wanted to be closer, to
"Sir, here's the video footage from the hotel. It has the entire recording from last night.""Hmm.""From the video, it seems that she was drugged. I've already investigated; Samuel is a known enthusiast of SM. He and a few others in his circle often drug young women and then assault them. Sir, we should have shot them a few more times last night!""Which hospital are they at now?" Alexander turned off the video, his eyes narrowing coldly. He was fortunate to have been there yesterday. If he hadn't shown up in time, wouldn't she have...Damn it!Alexander's gaze grew darker and more vicious. "Castrate all four of them."***In the room, Phoebe woke up again, and it was already night. The sound of water from the bathroom told her that Alexander was still there. She wanted to get up, but her clothes were nowhere to be found. Her eyes darted around, but there wasn't a single piece of clothing to wear, not even one of his shirts.She wanted to leave while he was in the shower, but without
Phoebe opened the refrigerator and, to her surprise, found a variety of fresh ingredients. She had worried about not having anything to cook with, but now she didn't need to worry about going out to buy groceries while dressed like this.As she stared at the well-stocked fridge, she hesitated.What does he like to eat? She realized she hadn't asked him. Should she go and ask now? That felt awkward, maybe even a bit strange.Forget it. Why overthink it? She would just make something simple. Whether he liked it or not, it didn't matter. She was just an ordinary girl—there was no way she could satisfy his gourmet tastes.She picked out a few ingredients and got to work.Meanwhile, Alexander had finished changing and dealing with some work in the study. When he came downstairs, he heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen. Curious, he walked over to take a look.The aroma of the food hit him, and for a moment, his eyes flickered with surprise before his expression returned to normal.He
The next morning, Phoebe left Meadowville early, catching the 5:30 AM bus back to school. She arrived before most, and with classes at the art school not starting until nine, the campus entrance was completely deserted. As she walked towards the dormitory, a deep, magnetic voice called out from behind.Phoebe froze in her tracks and turned around. The moment her eyes met his, it felt like she'd been struck by lightning, leaving her stunned. What was Curtis doing here?It was such a shock—so unexpected that her mind couldn't quite process it. He looked tired, as if he hadn't slept well. His deep blue eyes were shadowed by dark circles, but they couldn't hide his handsome features. "Mr. Curtis… what are you doing here?" Phoebe asked in surprise. How long had he been waiting? "Phoebe! I've been waiting for you," Curtis said softly, his eyes full of emotion as he gazed at her. He had been desperate to see her since landing late last night. But after trying to call her all nigh
At midnight, Phoebe changed out of her bar uniform, ready to leave.The bar was close to school, and it only took her about fifteen minutes to bike there. But before she could even get close to campus, a car suddenly swerved in front of her, blocking her path.Startled, she screamed, nearly being thrown off her bike. Heart pounding, she was still trying to catch her breath when a commanding voice rang out from above her."Get in the car!"Phoebe froze in shock. It was Alexander. Before she could react, he stormed out of the car, kicked her bike aside, and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground."You're disobeying me?" His voice was slow and deliberate, every word dripping with dangerous intent as he locked eyes with her.Phoebe's face paled as she struggled to breathe. Without a word, Alexander threw her into the car and got in himself. The door slammed shut, and the locks clicked into place. He pressed a button, and the car's windows darkened with a black tint.Phoebe
In the hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department."Doctor, are you sure everything is fine?" Alva asked excitedly for the second time."Yes, everything's fine. There's no sign of pregnancy," the doctor confirmed."That's great, thank you!""However, if you don't want to get pregnant in the future, you need to take proper precautions. Either use condoms or take birth control pills," the doctor advised.Phoebe and Alva exchanged relieved glances and sighed in unison.Thankfully, nothing happened.If she were still a student and got pregnant, Phoebe wouldn't know how to handle it. She considered herself lucky. Alexander had never bothered with protection, always acting without precautions. And she was inexperienced in such matters, never thinking to take pills.The thought of countless future nights being subjected to his whims made her heart ache. She doubted she could ever convince him to use protection. She'd have to take birth control pills herself.After parting ways with Alva
Phoebe felt deeply embarrassed by her shameful thoughts. She was becoming less and less like herself.Stealing a glance at the man beside her, she noticed his eyes were still closed. Assuming he had fallen asleep, she carefully thought about how to slip away from him without making any noise."And what about the rest?" Alexander's eyes suddenly opened, locking onto her. He was waiting for her next move.Phoebe's already flushed cheeks burned even hotter under his gaze. She understood exactly what he meant.Fearing he might get angry, she didn't dare hesitate. Nervously, she got down on her knees and began to unbuckle his belt, then carefully unzipped his trousers, struggling to pull them off.Her face reddened further as she averted her eyes, her heart racing. She dared not look at his strong, muscular legs. When her fingers had brushed against them, she had felt a strange, electric-like jolt run through her."Keep going," Alexander ordered in a low voice.Phoebe looked up at him, pan
The next morning, Phoebe woke up feeling like her entire body had been broken. Her most intimate areas ached with sharp pain. She glanced around and saw that Alexander was already gone.On the bed beside her, a gold card, a key, and a check for five million lay neatly on the sheets.Her hands shook with anger as she gripped the blanket tightly. What good was money? It was just a transaction for her body! She didn't care about the money—not at all!But last night had taught her one thing: the more she resisted, the more it fueled his desire to conquer her.He had made it clear that once he was done playing with her, he would let her go. Until then, she had to accept her role as his wife and cater to his every demand.Since she couldn't fight back, all she could hope for now was that he'd tire of her soon.After the brutal night, her strength was completely drained. Phoebe got up, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale, her eyes were ringed with dark circles, her lip