The beeping sounds of someone entering the password suddenly stopped. A voice laced with anger came through from the other side faintly. "Open the door."I had been huddled on the floor in fear. My fingers that I'd been clenching stiffened. As I breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of resentment arose
I gasped for huge mouthfuls of breath as my lungs felt like they were about to stop working due to the lack of oxygen. When I finally caught my breath, I looked up to see Nicholas, who was opposite me in the bathtub. He was soaking wet yet exuding male allure as if posing for a photoshoot.Unable to
His bold actions caused goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. The warmth of his touch made me pull my leg back quickly, but he caught my ankle.He pressed down harder, and our bodies meshed. He looked down at me and said, "Too bad I missed out on your sexy lingerie."His sudden sensuality overwhelme
Silas was a refined and well-mannered law graduate who returned from overseas. He looked mature and elegant in his suit and tie. His formal attire inevitably reminded me of Nicholas. They shared certain similarities, as they both had a calm demeanor.The difference was that behind Nicholas' composur
Nicholas had made it clear that if I wanted a divorce, I had to repay him the money first. That was only fair since he'd paid out so much money.I now understood why my mom couldn't accept the idea of me and Nicholas splitting up. Over the past four years, I had been sold to the Hawk family to keep
Pete wore a well-tailored black suit. He pulled out a chair and sat across from me with his back straight. It was evident that he and Silas were good friends. They chatted with each other amiably for quite a while.Only after they finished did they seem to notice me. Pete crossed his arms, and his
The once hot-headed youth had become more sophisticated. He was now capable of exacting revenge on me by laying a trap for four years. My gaze swept over to Silas, who sat calmly and seemed unsurprised by the relationship between Pete and me. It was clear that he had known all along, which further
I could handle my liquor quite well usually. But on that day, I gulped down the alcohol far too quickly. So, my tolerance didn't count for much. I was overwhelmed by the volume of the alcohol and the speed at which I downed it all.I felt very tipsy. In my haze, I saw Pete's twisted smile. He leaned