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 flawless.
In the darkness, his keen gaze continued to scrutinize her.
She was terrified, and it showed.
His thin lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer.
"Perhaps you should focus on how to please me next," he whispered.
Phoebe's heart skipped a beat, pounding erratically. Was this the man who had bought her?
His voice was seductive, yet it filled her with dread. Through the darkness, though she couldn't see his face, she could feel his arrogant, playful gaze, his natural grace and nobility. And those dark eyes, like a deep, cold lake—utterly captivating, but without warmth.
She shivered instinctively, his breath on her skin making her body tremble with fear.
She wanted to escape, but there was no way out now. His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her body closer to his hard chest.
"You know what to do, right?" His deep, magnetic voice commanded, as he held her chin, looking down at her in the dark.
Phoebe forced a bitter smile, nodding despite the fear. "Yes."
Nervous, anxious, terrified.
Remembering scenes from the erotic videos she'd seen before, she reached out her trembling hand...
The temperature in the room suddenly soared. Scattered on the floor were a man's jacket and shirt... the air thick with the heat of passion, the sound of her soft moans mingling with the tension.
A wild, domineering, forceful conquest was about to begin.
She didn't know when, but the towel wrapped around her had fallen, and cold, rough hands were prying her legs apart...
Suddenly, an unnoticed undercurrent of danger surged through the air.
Bang--
A gunshot rang out, shattering the night.
Several shadows darted into the room, firing rapidly at the man.
"AHH--"
Phoebe's terrified scream mingled with the echo of gunfire, abruptly ending the heated moment.
The man acted instinctively, throwing her aside and swiftly grabbing his discarded jacket. Rolling across the floor, he quickly took cover in the shadows.
His long, cold fingers grasped a black gun, and with piercing eyes, he aimed at the intruders, cold light flashing from his gaze.
Bang, bang, bang—
Outside, flashes of lightning illuminated the sky, only to be swallowed by the darkness again. Winds howled, and the night was blanketed in thick fog. Thunder roared furiously, like a wild beast or a demon.
***
Phoebe awoke with a start. The room was eerily silent.
All she could hear was her own ragged breathing and the erratic pounding of her heart. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, dampening her hair. Her pale, delicate face was drained of color.
Where am I?
The unfamiliar surroundings left her disoriented. The pungent smell of disinfectant made her stomach churn.
A dull pain throbbed in her chest, and she stiffened. Glancing down at the hospital gown she wore, memories of that night began to resurface… and she realized what had happened.
God, I'm still alive?
The door opened softly.
"Phoebe, lie down quickly! Don't tear your stitches!" It was Phoebe's mother,Hermosa, her voice filled with concern as she rushed over to the bed, gently helping her daughter lie back down.
"Mom!" Phoebe's eyes welled up as she looked at her mother, a sudden wave of dread washing over her. How had she ended up in the hospital? Did her mother know what had happened?
Nervous, anxious, scared.
The thought of her parents finding out terrified her. They came from a conservative family—if they knew what she had done, how could they ever accept it?
Silently, she prayed that they knew nothing.
"My dear girl, I almost lost you!" Hermosa sat at the bedside, her face etched with exhaustion and worry. She looked much older, clearly having not rested well in days.
"Mom, I'm fine! I..." Phoebe tried to speak but hesitated, unsure if she should ask how she had ended up here, and if they knew the truth.
"How can you say you're fine? You got shot!" Hermosa's voice broke as she struggled to hold back her tears. Just a few days ago, her daughter had been perfectly fine, and now she was lying in a hospital bed.
"Mom, how long have I been here?"
"Three days."
"What about Gordon?" Phoebe shot up in bed, ignoring the pain in her chest as she grabbed her mother's hand. Three days?
"Phoebe, don't worry. Gordon's fine…" Hermosa reassured her gently. Such a foolish child—after everything, she was still concerned about her troubled brother.
He's fine? Phoebe stared wide-eyed at her mother. Was he really, or was she just saying that to comfort her?
"Phoebe, I'm telling the truth. The debt has been paid."
"Mom, where did you get the money?"
"A middle-aged man gave us compensation. He paid us 500,000 as compensation. I used the money to pay off the loan sharks." Hermosa's voice trembled with emotion. Her daughter had almost lost her life, but in doing so, she had saved her brother's. It was all because of them.
He gave her money? She had thought...
"Mom, do you know anything else?" Phoebe asked cautiously, her heart tightening with fear.
"What do you mean, Phoebe?"
"Nothing, Mom. It's fine. As long as Gordon's safe, that's all that matters."
After her mother left, silence fell once more. Phoebe lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. That gunshot… not only had it not killed her, but it had also saved her brother's life.
Was this divine intervention?
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
Phoebe sat in the car, anxiously waiting. She kept glancing toward the distance, silently praying that Curitis would return safely.The events of the day were terrifying, and the mysterious people they encountered filled her with fear. The suppressed memories from her past resurfaced, dragging her into a pit of darkness. The unsettling gaze of that man earlier left her deeply uneasy."Merle, do you think someone is targeting Mr. Curitis? Could they be part of a terrorist group?""It's possible... but Phoebe, don't overthink it. He'll be fine. Let's wait here for him." Merle tried to comfort Phoebe, though he, too, was still shaken by what had happened. They could do nothing but wait for Curitis to return—only then would they know what was going on.Suddenly, the sound of an approaching car broke the silence.Phoebe's heart raced as she looked outside—Curitis was back."Did they hurt you?" The group rushed forward, anxious to see if he was okay. Seeing him unharmed, they finally let ou
Three days had passed, and Phoebe walked through the hospital, her body exhausted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at her parents lying unconscious in their beds.She would find the money. Her parents would be okay!But—Where was she going to find so much money? She had already begged for help wherever she could, lowering herself, speaking softly, but the amount she managed to borrow was still a pittance.Suddenly, a face flashed in her mind. She remembered Curtis, and for a moment, a glimmer of hope sparked within her.She could ask him for a loan, and once she graduated and found a job, she'd pay him back.Nervously, she tried calling Curtis' private number. But after several attempts, the phone was still switched off.She tried calling Merle as well, but no one answered. Disappointment crashed over Phoebe once again, and the last bit of hope in her heart crumbled.She wandered aimlessly through the streets, her figure fragile and lost. The path ahead seemed uncertain, and
Night had fallen.Phoebe stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She was startled by the new face before her—she could hardly believe the beautiful woman in the mirror was herself.She had blossomed even more than she had three years ago, her beauty radiant and captivating, though she hadn't noticed it herself.Usually, she dressed casually, favoring simple, neutral colors.But now, she was wrapped in an elegant, black gown that hugged her curves, making her look like a goddess who had descended to Earth—graceful and mesmerizing.Her skin was smooth and flawless, her makeup meticulously applied, and her hair as black as ebony.Her slender figure radiated charm with every subtle movement. She was stunning, alluring, a true beauty. Yet, Phoebe had no heart to admire her own reflection."You are the most enchanting girl I've ever seen," the stylist said, nodding with satisfaction, showering her with praise.Phoebe lowered her head, a shy blush tinting her che
Phoebe stood frozen, her body stiff as disbelief washed over her. Her face, already pale, turned ashen, and a cold dread settled deep within her.She was terrified—this man was drinking the blood from her neck like a vampire.Could it be that the manager had set her up with a sadistic psychopath? A man with some twisted, violent fetish?Panicking, Phoebe started struggling with all her might, pushing against the man pressing her down. "No—please, stop. Don't do this!""Please... stop..." She repeated her plea in desperation, but the icy aura radiating from the man made it hard to breathe.Her fear intensified as she tried to push him away, even though she had mentally prepared herself for what was to come.But this man... this man was different. He made her heart race with sheer terror.Angered by her resistance, Alexander's grip tightened, sending sharp pain through her body.How dare she defy him again and again? Fine. If she wanted to fight, then she'd better be ready to face the c
The first gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the girl curled up like a baby on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed uneasy, her brows furrowed just a little. Yet her sleeping face remained peaceful and beautiful.It took a long time before Phoebe's consciousness gradually cleared. Slowly, she opened her clear, bright eyes and let out a soft groan, trying to move her body.Down there—it hurt. It felt like she had been run over by a truck.The memories of last night flooded back, making her shiver uncontrollably.God, recalling those shameful moments, a wave of humiliation exploded within her, tears rolling down her cheeks...The man was no longer in the room, but his faint masculine scent still lingered in the air.Phoebe sniffled, blinking back the tears as she pulled the black silk blanket off her aching body. Naked, she sat up slowly, her bare skin exposed to the cool air.Her once flawless,
Instead of going straight to the hospital, Phoebe decided to return to her dorm and change clothes first.Valleybrook wasn't far from Meadowville, just an hour by bus. But today, for the first time, she splurged on a taxi since she had no money on her and was wearing makeshift clothes. As much as it pained her to spend the money, she had no other choice.The taxi ride was fast, and in half an hour, she arrived back at school. Phoebe planned to go up to her dorm, grab some money, and then come down to pay the driver. However, the driver refused, fearing she might run off.After a tense standoff that lasted nearly ten minutes, with classes about to let out, she had no choice but to borrow the driver's phone and call her friend Alva for help."Phoebe, what's going on?" Alva rushed over, her face filled with concern as she looked at Phoebe, who was crouched on the ground in a daze.Seeing her friend in such a disheveled state, with visible marks on her skin, Alva's heart clenched with wor