Fired

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