Benny was intrigued. "What kind of competition?"Wendy knew Benny was a big fan of mobile games. "Let's play a round of mobile games, and we'll see who wins and who loses.""What?" Benny burst out laughing. "You want to challenge me in a round of mobile games? I'm a champion, Wendy! Do you really think I'll lose to someone like you?"Wendy smirked. "We'll find out soon enough."Benny pulled out his phone. "Alright, let's do this! Today, I'll show you how it's done."Wendy pulled out her phone as well, and they both started the game.In the game, Benny spun his character in midair, brandishing a large sword. "Wendy, prepare to die!"But in the next second, the sound of "Game Over" echoed through the room.The game had ended.Benny shot up from his seat, disbelief written all over his face. Just as he was showing off with his spin, Wendy had dropped down from above and, with a glowing axe, sliced through him.He was defeated.Benny found it hard to believe. He was a seasoned p
Benny sucked in a sharp breath, his face turning pale. What was this ugly duckling who came from the countryside saying? She wanted to teach him a lesson on behalf of Stanley? Was this a sick joke?In the entire town of Hovendale, the only person who could stand up to him, the local tyrant, was Stanley!Wendy tugged Cecelia's hand. "Let's go, Cecelia."As they moved toward the door, Stanley reached out and grabbed her delicate hand.His long, sharp fingers wrapped around her soft hand, and the simple touch sent an electric shiver up both of their spines. Their memories flashed back to that night at Saville Villa, when he had pinned her to the wall...Wendy quickly yanked her hand away.Stanley studied her small, exquisite face. His Adam's apple shifted slightly as he casually said, "Wendy, this won't happen again."Wendy stared at him coldly. "Handle things with Grandma as soon as you can. I'm ready to go to the courthouse for the divorce anytime. I've been wanting to give Jes
Benny couldn't beat Wendy in the game, so he turned to Stanley to vent his frustration.Stanley raised an eyebrow, his expression indifferent. "She's offline already."Wendy's avatar had gone dark—she was no longer online.Benny sighed, feeling disappointed. "Stanley, next time, you have to play a game with Wendy."Stanley wasn't opposed to the idea. He looked at Benny and simply said, "Bye."Just then, Benny suddenly remembered something. "Stanley, have you added that genius junior of yours?"Stanley raised an eyebrow. "Are you that interested in her?""Of course! She's my goddess!" Benny replied eagerly."I'm in a group chat with her," Stanley said.Benny's eyes lit up. "Really? Stanley, hurry up and add me to the group. I have to add my goddess!"Stanley, giving in to Benny's constant pleading, took out his phone and added him to the group.When Benny saw W in the chat, his heart raced. His goddess! He never should've played with that country bumpkin Wendy—what a waste
Wendy returned to the Hawk family estate, and as soon as she stepped into the living room, her eyes landed on someone—someone she would never forget: George.Years ago, when Lilian sent her away to the countryside, it was to George's house. George had been her foster father. Now, Glinda and George were seated on the plush sofa in the living room. Glinda greeted George warmly. "Wendy grew up in the countryside. Those years would've been so tough without you. You raised Wendy so well. Now she's here, an esteemed lady in the Hawk family."George's left eye was blind, leaving him with a single eye. He was a broad-shouldered man with a rough appearance, someone who had once been known for his drinking and violent behavior toward his wife.Sitting on the expensive sofa now, his lone eye roamed around the luxurious decor of the Hawk family mansion, his gaze lingering greedily on the antique paintings scattered around. Yet, in front of Glinda, he played the humble, simple man. "Mrs. G
George chuckled awkwardly. "Mr. Hawk, hello. I never expected Wendy to marry so well. Seeing you two together, so perfectly matched, I can rest easy now. I'll be on my way, and I won't disturb you any longer."Glinda quickly tried to convince him to stay. "Stay for dinner, George. You've come all this way, and I've already asked the staff to prepare the meal. It'll be a nice family gathering tonight."Stanley looked at George, his voice calm and measured. "Stay for dinner."Both Stanley and Glinda invited him to stay.George smiled, "Well, since you insist, I'd be happy to oblige—"But Wendy's cold voice cut through, stopping him. "He won't stay for dinner."George froze, his gaze snapping to Wendy.Wendy met his stare, her voice unwavering. "You just got out of prison. Don't come back to the Hawk family estate again."The moment her words hit the air, the atmosphere shifted—tense and uncomfortable.Glinda paused, her eyes wide in surprise as she looked at George. "Wait, you'v
Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, "Mr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate."Stanley raised an eyebrow. "How about a million?"A million?George's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Stanley to casually offer that much."That will be enough."Stanley took out a check and handed it to George.George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! "Thank you, Mr. Hawk. I'll be on my way now."With the check in hand, George walked off, clearly pleased.-Stanley returned to the bedroom, where Wendy was already waiting for him.Wendy glanced at him and asked, "What did George talk to you about?"Stanley casually undid a button on his black shirt, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and smirked. "What do you think he could have said?"Wendy furrowed her brow. "I'm asking seriously. I'm not joking."Stanley placed his expensive steel watch on the dresser. Noticing her tense, serious expression, he raised an eyebrow. "He did
George had spent ten years in prison, and now that he was out, he was eager to have some fun.The madam at the nightclub, upon seeing the check for a million, immediately broke into a wide grin. "Girls, it's time to work!"A group of flashy, well-dressed women entered, lining up in front of George.The madam asked with a smile, "George, which one do you like?"George gave them a quick glance, then shrugged. "They're all too old. I prefer younger ones—the younger, the better."The madam responded, "George, these girls are all only 20. They're quite young."George's eyes gleamed as an idea crossed his mind. He licked his lips lewdly. "I want someone even younger."The madam looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern. Was this man possibly a pedophile? He certainly seemed like a pervert.Just then, the door to the VIP room was kicked open, and George looked up to see Wendy walk in.The madam was startled. "Hi there, pretty girl! Who are you looking for?"Wendy ignored her
Little Wendy took over the role of the poor woman, doing all the housework—laundry, cooking—and enduring George's violent outbursts.George would grab her by the hair and kick her with his boots. Sometimes, when he was particularly enraged, he would whip her with his belt. Those days were unbearable.As Wendy grew older, her beauty became more noticeable in that isolated, rural place. And as her appearance changed, so did the dangers that followed.George's gaze began to shift, becoming more lecherous. He would forcibly pull her onto his lap, his body reeking of alcohol and sweat as he pressed his foul-smelling lips against her cheek.At night, when she tried to bathe, she would lock the door carefully, but when she turned around, she'd spot his disgusting, excited eyes peering through the crack in the door, leering at her with a depraved grin.That became one of the most terrifying memories of her childhood.One night, George came home with two of his rowdy friends. They laughed
"Of course not!" Wendy immediately denied, her voice firm. "I wasn't with Mr. Hawk last night!" As she spoke, Stanley couldn't help but smirk inwardly. She was so afraid of Nathan finding out they'd been together that she lied to cover up their night.That little liar. Nathan glanced at Stanley, a puzzled frown on his face. "Stanley, why aren't you saying anything?" Stanley's handsome features remained emotionless, his eyes cold as ever. "Didn't she already say everything?" He decided to go along with her lie. Wendy, feeling the awkwardness creeping in, quickly tried to exit. "Mr. Hawk, Nathan, you two can talk. I'll step out for a bit." She left the room, leaving the two men alone. Nathan, clearly annoyed, walked up to Stanley. "Stanley, you need to be more perceptive." Stanley raised an eyebrow, giving Nathan a confused look. Nathan sighed dramatically. "When Wendy and I are together, you should find a way to leave and give us some private time. Got it?"
Stanley furrowed his handsome brow, lifting his gaze from the papers to look at Zayn. "Where did he go?" "George ran to the Crone family estate," Zayn replied. "And Mr. Gondale has already invited thirty-six media outlets from Hovendale to hold a press conference. They're planning to accuse Mrs. Hawk of abusing and abandoning her adoptive father." Stanley pressed his lips together, his irritation growing. What was Benny thinking? "What are you all doing? You incapacitated George, and he managed to escape?" Seeing his boss get angry, Zayn was drenched in cold sweat. "Mr. Hawk, it's—" "It's my orders," Wendy suddenly interrupted in a clear voice. Stanley turned to look at her. "Your orders?" Wendy nodded. "Yes, I told Zayn to let George go on purpose." Stanley's dark gaze deepened. "Why would you do that? They're planning to hold a press conference. That scumbag is trying to stick to you for life! I'll send my men to the Crones estate to bring George back, and the
"Mrs. Crone, you have to help me! Mr. Hawk locked me up! I managed to sneak out, but if he catches me, it's over!" George's voice trembled with fear, the memories of Stanley still haunting him. He pleaded for Lilian's help. Of course, Lilian would help George. He was her trump card, something she could hold over Wendy. She wasn't about to let her ace become useless. "Mom, what should we do now?" Jessica asked, her voice filled with concern. Harry's mood darkened. Lilian had just managed to do something that pleased him, and now there was a complication. "Lilian, what's your plan now?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. Lilian turned to Harry, trying to calm him. "Honey, don't get upset. This isn't over yet." Jessica's eyes brightened. "Mom, did you think of something?" "Jessica, call Mr. Gondale. He does whatever you say, right? Now is the time we need him!" Benny genuinely cared for Jessica and treated her like family. Jessica nodded eagerly. "Okay,
Wendy's eyes gleamed in the dim light from under the blanket, and she suddenly burst into laughter. Stanley, his voice hoarse, asked, "What's so funny?" Wendy looked at him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Should I say I'm tired, or not tired?" The playful, teasing tension hung between them, sparking desire. Stanley chuckled, his lips curling into a grin as he leaned down to kiss her again. -The next day, at the Crone family estate. In the bedroom, Lilian lay contentedly in Harry's arms, holding onto his neck as she playfully scolded, "You were rough earlier. You really hurt me." Harry smirked, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. "Are you satisfied now?" "Stop it…" Jessica had called Harry, and he rushed home, ensuring that Lilian, who had been feeling lonely for so long, was now thoroughly satisfied. As he held Lilian, he asked, "Did George really take Wendy away?" "Yes," Lilian replied with a smile. "That annoying obstacle is finally gone. S
She kissed him. Stanley's eyes turned crimson as he quickly pushed her away. "Wendy!" Wendy gazed up at him, her face soft and innocent, yet there was a subtle, playful hint in her eyes. "Aren't you going to answer Jessica's call?" Stanley lowered his gaze, then forcefully captured her lips again. The phone kept vibrating—Jessica was still calling. Wendy felt a strange thrill, like she was caught in a forbidden act. Even though she and Stanley were legally married, it almost felt like they were sneaking around behind Jessica's back. Stanley kissed her hard, almost as if punishing her, biting her soft lips, then taking control, ravishing her breath like a storm. This little minx—she loved teasing him. George was right—Wendy loved to seduce men. Even at a young age, she had managed to capture the attention of the worst kinds of people. At that moment, her soft hands found their way to his body, slipping inside his shirt collar. Stanley gasped, immediately relea
She kept calling his name. Her sweet voice had already drawn the young man's attention again, and he turned to glance back.It was the kind of sound that made you want to keep looking.Stanley could only glare and head back to his side of the room.Wendy had already crawled back into bed. Stanley glared at her, irritated. "What are you doing, calling out like that? Trying to summon something?"Wendy was speechless. She was only trying to help!"I'm going to take a cold shower," Stanley muttered, heading straight for the bathroom.A few minutes later, he emerged, his body still damp as he climbed back into bed.The two of them lay in silence, the air thick with tension. From the next room, faint sounds of laughter and playful conversation reached them—the man and woman were still at it, their voices low but distinct.Stanley was about to get up and take another cold shower, but just as he moved to throw the covers off, he felt movement next to him. Wendy, who had been lying fa
The noise from the room next door continued, growing louder and more reckless. How could he sleep through that?Stanley raised his hand and sharply knocked twice against the wall with his knuckles, the sound echoing in the room. Immediately, the noise from next door quieted down.Stanley closed his eyes.But he wasn't sleepy. The restless energy of his young, vibrant body was hard to ignore in this environment. Wendy was right there beside him, soft and sweet-smelling. His mind wandered back to that night in the main bedroom at Saville Villa. He had pinned her against the wall, forcibly holding her hand...Suddenly, the noise from next door started up again.Stanley opened his eyes in irritation, sitting up. He threw off the covers and got out of bed.Just as he stood, a small hand reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.He turned to see Wendy's head poking out from under the covers. She had just been muffled, and her pale, unmade-up face now had a faint flush. Her wi
Stanley had already come out of the bathroom. He had heard the entire voice message.Wendy stood frozen, her mind blank. She jumped up in a panic. "Wait, let me explain…"In her frantic state, her phone slipped from her hands and landed on the bed.Cecelia's voice message played right after, "Stanley's in great shape—he must have a six-pack! And I've heard that men with long fingers are amazing in bed. Wendy, go for it and sleep with Stanley tonight!"Wendy, who had been trying to explain, froze. She felt like jumping off the building. Oh, my god! What was this mess? She had started out having a serious conversation with Cecelia, but things took a wild turn, getting more inappropriate by the second. The atmosphere had become unbearably awkward. Wendy glanced at the man by the bathroom door, letting out a dry laugh. "So you heard all that. Just remember that those were Cecelia's words, not mine."She figured it was best to throw her friend under the bus.Stanley, freshly s
Stanley nodded and led Wendy toward the room.Wendy furrowed her brow slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "What did she say comes with extra charges?"Stanley glanced at her, her innocent eyes wide with question, as if she was eager to know. He turned away, offering no response.They entered Room 503. It was clean, but there was only one bed.Wendy couldn't help but feel uneasy. How were they going to manage with just one bed tonight?"Wendy." Stanley called her name from behind.This was the second time he had said her name.Wendy turned to face him. "What's wrong?"She suddenly remembered their unfinished conversation. "You wanted to ask me something in the car earlier. What was it?""Did you—"Before Stanley could continue, his phone pinged, the sound cutting through the moment. It was a message from Jessica, along with a photo. Stanley opened the photo to find one from Jessica's childhood. As he looked at it, he noticed something: Jessica's childhood face