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JUILET’S POV

Walking into the room filled with hatred, I saw the man who bought me for a one-night stand. My eyes narrowed, hard and cold, as I saw him sitting in the chair with a faint smirk on his face.

It was him, the same man who locked eyes with me, giving me a lustful glare. His eyes scanned through my body, making me uneasy. He did that for about five minutes.

With blood boiling in my veins, I finally gathered the courage to speak up. "Is there anything wrong? Aren't you supposed to do what you paid for?!" I blurted out.

I bought you for a night, anyhow your bare teated shouldn't be an issue to you," he responded coldly with his deep voice, not moved by what I said. I folded my knuckles, trying to control my temper. The urge to strangle him was all over me.

"The gown fits you perfectly, are you aware of that?" He smirked, coming close to me. I noticed how huge he was, tall, strong, cold, arrogant, controlling, and possessive. I could see his thick black hair styled and jelled backward, sharp chiseled jawline, dark blue eyes, and inked fingers, hands, and chest.

I must admit he was every man's dream. His face looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. It seems like I have seen him somewhere before, trying to figure out where and how, but I can't remember. He stood right in front of me, my head touching his chest. Lifting my head to look at him.

"Perfect!" he smirked. He leaned towards me, lifting up my chin. My eyes locked onto his, my heart beating fast. At that moment, I couldn't help but break away from the glance.

"You are mine tonight!" he whispered into my ears, lifting me up. I shivered, moving away. I couldn't let him have me like that. I felt betrayed. I didn't know when I burst out talking.

"How much did you pay my boyfriend to have me?" I yelled, tears dropping from my eyes as I quickly covered my body.

"Your boyfriend or your boss?" He touched my hair, I shrugged it away. "He is my boyfriend!"

"He is my freaking boyfriend! How will you buy me for a night from my boyfriend?" I asked him, my body boiling.

"Aren't you even ashamed of doing that?" I spat out. He looked confused, taking a pause away from me.

"Your boyfriend sold you off?" he said surprisingly. I know it was something to be indeed ashamed of, which I am. I couldn't reply to that question. It was a shame on me, but I would do ANYTHING to keep my relationship with the man I love so dearly.

"Are you ashamed?" He asked. Words boiling up in my throat, I couldn't help but voice out.

"I'm freaking tired of everyone. I want to try and break away from my obsession with him but can't help it," I cried out. "He doesn't have any respect for me. He exploits me too much. Only if you know what love has done to me," I sobbed.

"It's morning, stop crying. You are too beautiful to be in an abusive relationship," he said. Those words, I knew what he said was the truth. But how will I explain to everyone that I want to understand my own emotions?

"You can't understand, I need to have access to my money to give to my brother," I stopped the emotional outburst. "When are you doing this?" I asked him without looking into his face.

"Access," he repeated the word.

"You heard what I said," I responded coldly. "I would take my leave if you can't decide on what you are going to do," I said to him, waiting for his response.

He glanced through his phone, seeing a message. I could see he was shocked by the message, his face locked onto mine instantly.

"Why don't I offer you something," he stated, losing interest in what he was saying. I needed to get access to my money for the sake of my brother.

"I have an offer to make. Will you be my wife on a contract? I swear to pay you a huge sum of money!" My words listening to talk, a smile escaped my lips.

"Are you sure you are talking to me?" I asked him.

"It's really urgent. I need a bride instantly. I promise to pay you high, and you will be free from your abusive boy..." before he could finish his sentence.

"No, don't you dare think you can buy me off with your money!" I shouted. He was stunned by my response. "Don't you want to be free?" he asked again. I rolled my eyes at what he was saying.

"I will pay for just a 6-month contract," he persuaded me, which made me angrier. "Please, take your offer. I don't need it. I will take my leave," I said, walking out of the room.

Boiling in anger, I did not know if he was going to report me to Tobias, but I will let him know what he was trying to do.

Walking out of the bar, it was so late. Tobias was no longer around. I tried looking for Daphne, but she left early. I boarded a cab towards Tobias's house, finally halting from the car. I stepped towards the entrance; the door was all open. It was so suspicious. Climbing the stairs up to meet Tobias, a strange noise caught my attention.

Increasing my pace, walking upstairs towards our room, I could hear the voice clearly. It was as if a lady was moaning. I got angry, my blood boiling, opening the door in anger.

My mouth dropped agape, surprised by what I saw, tears forming in my eyes. "Daphne, how could you?"