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 car was surrounded by a group of people. Those people were armed, their heavy machine guns pointed directly at them.
"Sir, it looks like we're in trouble," Merle remarked, his voice calm but serious.
Phoebe also noticed the unusual scene outside and gasped in shock, her eyes wide with fear. The sight of the guns made her heart race uncontrollably, and she didn't dare breathe. The terror of that night two years ago came rushing back to her.
"Phoebe, don't worry. I'm here," Curtis said, feeling her trembling in his arms. He gently pressed her head against his chest, shielding her protectively. His gaze hardened as he stared out at the group of men outside. The usual warmth in his eyes was replaced by a cold, sharp intensity. In French, he addressed the driver, "Who are these people?"
The driver responded in French, his voice tense. "They seem like a gangster..."
"What should we do now, sir?" Merle asked, his nerves clearly on edge as he looked outside.
Just then, a man in a black suit approached the car. He bowed respectfully toward the passengers and said, "Sir, our boss would like to invite you to see him."
Merle, terrified, stared at the man. "What do you want with us?"
"Nothing serious, just inviting Mr. Curtis for a cup of coffee," the man replied with an eerie calm.
"Your boss sure has an interesting way of inviting guests," Curtis said, narrowing his piercing blue eyes, his gaze now icy.
"Please understand. Kindly step out of the car."
"If you want me to get out, there needs to be a proper reason," Curtis replied, his tone firm.
"I'm afraid I can't give you an answer. You'll know once you come with me."
Curtis glared at the man, seething with anger. Though the situation was dangerous, it seemed clear that the threat was aimed at him specifically. The others didn't appear to be in immediate danger.
"Merle, take Phoebe back home," Curtis instructed.
***
Curtis followed the man into a study. The room had a unique design, with black as the dominant color, perfectly showcasing a sense of understated luxury.
As an artist with a prestigious background, Curtis recognized the craftsmanship of every piece in the room. The intricate carvings on the walls alone indicated that this man was not only wealthy but also had a refined taste for art.
It was hard to believe that someone with such sophistication could also be a violent man.
"Mr. Curtis, long time no see!" A man seated in the shadows suddenly turned to face him. His presence exuded an imperial aura, as if he were evaluating Curtis. His voice, cold and arrogant, filled the room.
Curtis was momentarily stunned. This man felt disturbingly familiar, as though he had met him before. The same coldness, the same dominance, the same face.
"It's you, Alexander," Curtis said, suspicion growing in his mind. Who exactly was this man?
A wild, mocking laugh echoed through the room, sending a chill down Curtis's spine.
"I don't think you invited me here to catch up with me! Let's get to the point," Curtis said calmly, his demeanor unshaken by the man's overbearing presence. In fact, Curtis seemed even colder now.
"Straightforward as always. Very well, I'll get to it. I'm willing to pay a billion dollars for the painting Tears," Alexander said with a smirk, his thin lips maintaining their usual air of detached charm, his expression relaxed.
"You... Who are you really? How do you even know about that painting?" Curtis demanded, his eyes wary as he looked at the man before him.
Something about Alexander made Curtis feel deeply uncomfortable, as if in his presence, all of Curtis's secrets were laid bare.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I want that painting."
"A billion, ten billion, it makes no difference. I'm not selling it," Curtis growled, his usual calm demeanor vanishing as he shouted angrily at Alexander, like a furious lion.
"I've never failed to get something I set my sights on..." Alexander's eyes narrowed, a sinister smile playing on his lips. Today, he was merely issuing a warning. He was determined to have that painting.
"You're overestimating yourself. If you had what it takes to get it, you wouldn't have had to ask me here!" Curtis snapped.
At this, Alexander didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed. His laughter was eerie, like the cold, haunting stillness of a dark night, sending chills down Curtis's spine.
"Fine. You'd better watch yourself!"
"If that's all, I'll be leaving now," Curtis said, his tone cutting.
"Of course, you're free to go at any time," Alexander replied, clapping his slender fingers twice. Two guards immediately entered the room, bowing respectfully. "Sir?"
"Escort him out," Alexander said.
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
After changing her clothes and treating the wound on her neck, Phoebe headed to the design building to request a leave of absence from her professor. She needed to take time off to care for her parents at the hospital.Clutching the bank card, she went to the payment counter. With the money from her friend, combined with what she had saved over the years from selling her artwork, she barely had enough to cover her parents' surgery costs.Inside the hospital room, Hermosa had already woken up, but her father was still unconscious."Mom, have some food.""Phoebe, my dear, you've been through so much," Hermosa said, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at her daughter."Mom, it's not hard at all. You and Dad just need to get better." Phoebe forced a smile."Ah..." Hermosa sighed, her face looking much older and more worn.Phoebe knew what her mother was thinking and gently tried to comfort her."Mom, don't worry. Dad will recover. You both just need to focus on getting well. As for
It was already 11 p.m. by the time Phoebe left the hospital, wandering alone through the streets.The night wind tousled her messy hair, but she didn't bother fixing it. She walked aimlessly, letting the cold breeze chill her face and stir up the confusion in her heart. There were few pedestrians on the street, though many cars passed by. Her silhouette, however, stood out in its loneliness, enough to make anyone feel for her.A single tear slipped from beneath her black-rimmed glasses, landing on her lips. The tear tasted salty, bitter, and painful... much like her current state.Her mind was consumed with thoughts of money—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of a way to come up with the funds she needed.Suddenly...A blue Bugatti Veyron screeched to a halt just a few meters ahead of her. Its bright headlights cut through the darkness, blinding her momentarily.Phoebe froze for a second, wiping the tears from her eyes. The car was blocking her path, so she turned to wal