Chapter 7

She kicked his leg, causing him to pause, in response to her adrenaline rush and the desperation to escape his grasp.

As soon as she saw his enraged eyes, she began to look in every direction. She regarded him. She apologized, fearing that the man might slap her again.

She observed Luke wince as he straightened his posture and headed towards the door. He is holding the knob, but he has stopped. "See you at ten in that room," he said before opening the door. "Go downstairs and prepare something for me and Hannah," he added as he left the room.

Rye slumped to the ground, and the tears she had been attempting to hold back began to fall.

‘Why can't he just be considerate and treat me as he did before?’ She questioned herself.

Luke was kind and considerate to her. However, he now appears to treat her as a pet.

AFTER she fixed her items, she went downstairs to cook dinner—an early dinner as it was just 4:30. When she descended, she did not observe the two. She reasoned that perhaps they went to Luke's room to slumber or do something else. She shook her head and continued chopping the meat, intending to prepare beef and broccoli with red peppers and possibly carbonara.

If she didn't want to make an effort to please Luke, she may lock herself in her room and let them cook the food, but because she feels guilty for what her father did to him, she does the required action, which is to “obey the master.”

When she glanced at her wristwatch, it was already 5:30 p.m. since it takes her time to prepare the food she had intended to serve. She is granted one hour for preparation and waiting for the meat to become soft. And she was placing plates and cutlery on the table when Lucas and Hannah entered the kitchen. She sighed and turned away to concentrate on what she was doing.

"That smells lovely," a woman's voice, which she recognized as belonging to a wh-re, remarked. She resisted the want to punch Hannah across the face for what she had done behind Luke's back that day since she knew he would not believe her.

"I had no idea that Rye was a skilled cook. According to what you've told me ever since Rye was a spoiled affluent child who understood just how to waste her parents' money.” Hannah began babbling when the meal began.

Lucas noticed Rye's strong grip on her fork as she resisted eating while being provoked to anger. But he just turned to face Hannah.

"Just eat your dinner, honey," he urged in a sweet, quiet tone that Rye had never heard from Luke. If it were her, Luke would always employ his demanding, intimidating voice. But when he spoke to Hannah, he did so with gentleness.

Life is unfair.

She resisted the temptation to strike the woman and continued to eat instead.

"Hey, Rye," Hannah attracted her attention with a greeting.

She then raised her head and met her eyes.

“When will you quit acting foolishly towards my Luke?” Hannah asked.

My Luke?

"She's no bother, honey." Lucas is currently holding Hannah's free hand while the other was on the wine glass.

Rye's gaze descended to their hands, and she nearly laughed sarcastically. ‘They did not need to demonstrate their sweetness to me,’ she thought. ‘If only I am brave enough to escape from my father, I will not be here.’

"No, darling. I desire to know—"

Luke looked at Rye and remarked, "We've previously discussed this, right, Rye?" as though his deep, commanding green eyes were urging her to continue.

"Y-Yes," responded Rye.

"Good. And I want it right away, baby,” Hannah remarked as she gazed at Luke.

Rye's eyes rolled. As though she will grant it. ‘Never’

After supper, she was again left alone in the kitchen to clean up by washing dishes. Who else besides her would do it? As if Hannah could accomplish it. The b-tch acted like a spoiled brat because Luke favored her, well, because Luke loves her. However, she must be aware that she was only the daughter of her deceased uncle William's secretary.

She is impoverished and was merely leaving her apartment. And because of her late uncle William's scholarship foundation, she was admitted to the same Ivy League school as Luke. Now, simply because she was a model, she acts as if she owns everything. How Hannah scrutinized her as if she were repulsed by her, while in fact, it was she who was more repulsive. Because she was making out with another man behind the back of her fiancé.

Rye believed that if she waited, she would uncover all of her secrets. If she knew that Hannah will only be with Lucas because of his wealth, she would avoid her. But poor her, the Carter empire still had a problem, and she—her family, the Evans—could only return it to the market.

Luke was present, and despite her desire to slap her with the truth, she is terrified of him. Yes, she is terrified. But that does not imply she will abandon what she has begun. While caging herself into hell, she will try her best to help Luke even if the man pictures her as the villain.

Ryleigh waited for the minute hand of the clock to reach ten. Even though she feels sleepy, she stays awake so as not to be drawn to the darkness. Even though it was just 9:15 p.m., she must wait 45 minutes longer.

She exhaled deeply before entering the bathroom to wash her face. She is already dressed in pajamas. She looked at herself in the mirror; her physical characteristics had not changed. However, as she turned around and removed her trousers and underwear, the huge bruise from his spankings was still visible, although it was beginning to diminish because Luke never touched her after she had thirty strikes from him.

She raised it once more and left the bathroom. She reexamined the wall clock and moaned afterward. As she left her room, she concluded that she probably waited for Luke in front of that door.

The gloomy hallway on the second floor was illuminated by weak yellow wall-mounted lights. As she peered down from the first floor, where the living room was, it was bright.

She reached the black door and began to observe it upon arrival. She was just about to touch the Keypad Lock when she heard groans, specifically female groans. Her forehead furrowed in response to the sound. She halted when she realized she was in front of Luke's room as she approached the room from the east side of Lucas's playroom. She then again heard moaning.

"Hmm... Luke... ah... I'm coming." Hannah is speaking in between her moans.

Rye's chest clenched and she began to shiver. As tears began to pour from her eyes, she grasps it. She doesn't know how long she stood in front of Luke's chamber, hearing his woman's sighs of pleasure. She only regained her senses when Luke suddenly opened the door, and the guy seemed astonished and confused as to why she was there.

Rye attempts to walk towards his playroom despite having weak knees, while Luke follows her.

Luke asked for the passcode for the Keypad Locks from Keith. When Luke started to enter the passcode, she stopped in front of him and stood aside.

No one had the courage to comment until they entered his playroom and shut the door.

He questioned, "What are you doing in front of my room with your teary eyes on?" but she simply shook her head and continued to undress. Even if Luke did not instruct her what to do, she already knew what to do. She is prepared to submit herself. She was willing to play Luke's games, even if it meant prolonging their connection and destroying his relationship with Hannah.

"Since you already know what to do when you arrive, I would like to introduce you to a game. We're playing together, right, Rye?" He queried.

“Y-Yes.”

"Don't worry, Rye, I won't kill you," he murmured and laughed. It was the first time she had seen him express another emotion, so Rye was surprised.

He continued with clenched teeth, "I will not apologize for what I've done to you over the past few days because you earned it."

Then, Rye looked down.

"However, as your playmate, I shall attempt self-control, though I cannot guarantee success."

She nodded while embracing herself. She was only left wearing her underwear.

Now, Rye, remove your bra," he continued, while still maintaining his distance. He was standing near the door with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on her. "Next, your underwear,"

Rye closes her eyes. She has never exposed her body in front of other men. But wasn't it Luke, her husband? Therefore, Rye has nothing to be embarrassed about, she reasoned.

Then, she grasps the side straps of her underwear and pulls it down till it falls to the floor, at which point she kicks it on the side.

Lucas was hypnotized at the sight of Rye's bare body. As he had predicted, Rye's body is flawless. Her contours accurately characterize her. Her huge, firm breasts, her flat stomach, and her beautiful triangular precious—it was proclaimed that she was a goddess.

Luke reminded himself to exercise restraint.

"Now, get on the bed and stoop for me."

Rye was bewildered, but she trusted her instincts and climbed onto the bed with her back to the wall, bending her knees and placing her hands on the crimson silky sheet for support.

Lucas closes his eyes upon seeing how flawless the pinkish center of Rye is. However, he needs control.

"The game called Butt whooping, Rye," he began as he approached her.