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
She was trying to save herself.The evening breeze felt crisp and refreshing. People walked in pairs down the street, smiles on their faces, but Wendy felt a chill in the air. She lifted her arms, hugging herself as if to protect her lonely heart.-Wendy returned to the Hawks' family estate, wanting to check on Glinda. As she approached Glinda's door, she overheard Glinda talking to Stanley.With a gentle tone, Glinda said, "Stanley, Wendy's adoptive father came by today. I could tell Wendy was upset, so you should spend some time with her. She's been through a lot."She sighed softly. "Wendy was sent to the countryside as a child; her real father passed away early, and her mother never treated her well. I can see how lonely she's been, how much she craves love. Even though Wendy's adoptive father spent ten years in prison, look at the woman Wendy has become—so strong, so capable. She married into the Hawk family, so we should be grateful to him. If there's anything he needs—ho
The moment he called himself "Mommy", Stanley was relieved no one else had heard it but him. He had his pride, after all! He'd never done anything like this in his life!Fortunately, Wendy seemed comforted when he said, "Mommy's here." She burrowed into Stanley's arms, her small hands wrapping tightly around his firm waist, and drifted back to sleep. Stanley couldn't help but think she was clingy. He looked down at her, noticing she wasn't crying anymore. But the soft tears still clung to her delicate lashes, making her look so vulnerable and endearing.A smile tugged at his lips. "I'm not your mom, I'm your dad! Wendy, try calling me Daddy." Wendy, still fast asleep, gave no response.Stanley wrapped his arm around her slender shoulder, settling into sleep himself.-The next morning, Wendy slowly opened her eyes.The early morning sunlight was bright, spilling warmth across the room. It was a new day.She tried to get up but then froze when she realized something felt of
He was calling her name.With a snap, Wendy finally managed to free her hair, the knot coming undone with a sharp tug.She sat up, her voice trembling slightly. "What's wrong?"Stanley looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Was that on purpose?"That was when Wendy realized something felt off. In the process of trying to untangle her hair, she ended up sitting on top of him.Her position was now him lying down, and her on top.Wendy's mind went blank, the realization hitting her with a shock. Instinctively, she tightened her legs.Stanley's firm waist was right beneath her, and her smooth, pale legs draped over his sides, exposed and almost blinding in their fairness.The moment she reacted, Stanley's sharp eyes flushed a deep red. His muscles, hidden under the silk of his pajama shirt, tightened and flexed, and he reached up, grabbing her soft waist, his voice hoarse as he said, "Relax."Wendy's face turned crimson, her long, dark hair falling in disarray around her. Her
When Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, Stanley was already gone, likely called away by Jessica's phone call. A bitter smile curved on her lips as she shook her head at the situation.Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts—it was a call from Lilian.Wendy answered quickly. "Wendy, Jessica invited a few friends over today. Why don't you come join us?"Was Lilian really being so kind?Wendy replied with a simple, "Sure, I'll be there soon."Cecelia, hearing the news, rushed over right away. "Wendy, I don't trust Lilian's intentions! Now that George is out of prison, are you sure you want to visit the Crones' residence?"Wendy remained calm, her voice steady. "I just need to confirm something."Still worried, Cecelia insisted on accompanying Wendy to the Crones'.When they arrived, the house was bustling with energy. Jessica's guests had all arrived—Benny and a few other rich heirs from their circle.The moment Benny saw Wendy, his expression soured. "Wendy, what are you doi
"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