Author: Momo Chan

“Next batch, come on in,” Ruby Morgan, our supervisor, called out. Several girls and I entered the private room. Under the sultry, dim lights, we lined up and greeted the men lounging on the sofas. “Hey there!” I undid a button on my collar, revealing my collarbones and deep cleavage, flaunting my figure to the maximum. It could significantly up my chances of getting picked. My figure was pretty good. I was a D cup and my fiancé couldn’t get enough of me every night. As for other men, as long as they were normal and interested, none could resist my charm. For instance, at that time, I could feel the intense stares of the men across from me, all hungry to devour me whole. Tonight, I’d be raking in some good cash. “Everyone heads up so the customers can get a good look,” Ruby commanded. I smoothed my bangs and lifted my head, flashing a sweet smile, ready for the clients’ selections. Inwardly praying, I hoped this time it would be a hunky, strong man picking me. The last customer was not only ugly but couldn’t even last a minute on his own. I had to lend a hand, and he finished even quicker than my fiancé. Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled by a voice of surprise. “Lily?” I almost jumped when I heard this voice. It was my fiancé’s voice. I turned my gaze, and there, in the shadowy nook of the sofa, sat my fiancé, Max Alby. His eyes bore a mix of shock and disbelief as they met mine. I stood frozen, my mind reeling. How on earth did he end up here? My side job at the nightclub was caught by him! I panicked, feeling like a cheating spouse caught red-handed, desperate to flee. I just wanted to run out the door. But under Max’s piercing stare, I found myself rooted to the spot, too ashamed to even meet his eyes. “Max? Do you know her?” the man beside him inquired, breaking the tense silence. My heart raced. What if Max were to erupt right here and now, causing a scene? I held my breath, waiting for his response. To my relief, though visibly enraged, he managed to maintain his composure. He turned away, mustering a forced smile. “No, mistook her for someone else.” He didn’t want to expose my identity in front of his friends, as it would be too embarrassing. After all, if it got out that his fiancée worked as a hostess in a nightclub and his fathers stumbled upon her, he’d probably never live it down. I felt even more guilty. “If you don’t know her, then I’ll take her!” the man named Shane declared, his eyes burning with desire. “She’s one in a million. To miss out on her would be a lifelong regret.” Max’s expression stiffened, his smile strained. “Daddy，Today’s your treat, so naturally, you get first pick.” What! This man is not his friend but his father!

Shane laughed, pulling me into his embrace. He is a large man with broad shoulders, big hands, and a handsome, deep face.He looks like in his thirties, about a decade older than me. I had initially planned to sit further away from Max to avoid any awkwardness, but Shane forcefully pulled me over, seating me between him and Max. A regular in such settings, he wasted no time in wrapping his arm around my waist and boldly groping my chest. Shane’s hand massaged first one and then my other breast, his fingers continuously rubbing my tender wet nipples. And his eyes fixated on my cleavage as he explored. I stood there, frozen, unable to bring myself to even glance back at Max. I could only imagine the grim expression on his face, boiling with anger. It was agonizing to think that my body, meant solely for him, was now being handled by his father, right under his nose… Max and I had been college sweethearts, He proposed to me a while ago. He hasn’t had a chance to tell his family yet. Though our intimate life lacked harmony, with him needing assistance to satisfy me each time, we were otherwise deeply in love. I never wanted to resort to this line of work, knowing it would betray him. But I’m in a bad financial situation, after much internal struggle, I decided to work at the nightclub a few months ago, all behind Max’s back. He was traditional, and discovering the truth would shatter him. Yet tonight, he caught me in the act, and to make matters worse, I was chosen by his father… Feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears, I couldn’t fathom how I would explain myself to him later. In no time, Max also picked a girl. We kicked off with drinks while Max shared old college anecdotes. And about Shane, I’d heard Max mention him before. He was a wealthy man with a lot of cash, and Max apparently owed him some money. Shane was not only wealthy but also tall and handsome. Normally, I wouldn’t mind indulging in a little flirtation with him, but with Max right there beside me, my mind was elsewhere. So much so that when we started playing games, I lost in the very first round. According to the rules, the loser had to get cozy with their partner. I was asked to lock lips with Shane for a solid three minutes while holding a mouthful of alcohol.

How could I do it? I wanted to protest, but Shane didn’t give me a chance to refuse. He took a swig of alcohol, then grabbed my head and went in for the kiss. His kissing skills were impressively adept, prying open my lips and passionately exploring, mixing his saliva with the alcohol in my mouth. In the heated ambiance of ambiguity and alcohol, I almost found myself succumbing. But then I caught sight of Max’s darkening expression out of the corner of my eye, and I snapped back to reality. I tried to push Shane away, but his grip was too firm, and I couldn’t break free. It wasn’t until three long minutes had passed, and I was struggling to catch my breath, that he finally released me. “Bravo!” The others applauded. “I’m not good at this game. Carry on without me,” Max muttered with a hint of anger and left the game. The others shrugged it off, assuming he wasn’t into it and continued playing. I felt utterly terrible and wanted to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And to top it off, luck seemed to desert me as I kept losing one after another, forced into various suggestive acts with Shane, his hands even finding their way under my clothes. He practically explored every inch of my body except for the most intimate areas. The other two men also joined in, trying to take advantage of me while drinking, especially the creepy one who insisted on sitting way too close. Looking at his pockmarked face up close almost made me want to retch. I desperately hoped Max would come to my rescue. But there he sat, silently nursing his drink, watching as three men took advantage of me. Anger flashed in his eyes, but he held it back. Maybe he feared the embarrassment of my identity being revealed… As I drank more and more, I became increasingly dizzy and my vision became blurry. I found myself leaning heavily against Shane, feeling the overwhelming presence of his masculinity. At some point, his shirt disappeared, unveiling a set of abs that made Max’s look pale in comparison. I couldn’t help but wonder if his sexual prowess surpassed Max’s. Thinking of this, I squirmed, feeling sticky between my legs. Suddenly, a hand slipped under my skirt. The rough touch of two fingers sent shivers through me, urging me to delve deeper. Startled, I protested, “No, don’t touch there.” Beside us, Max, who had been silently drinking, suddenly glanced over. “Look at you, getting all worked up and still saying no. You little slut, quit the act. Let me give you what you want,” Shane sneered, pushing me down with my head on Max’s lap. “Max, she’s yours from the top. Let’s enjoy this together.” Shane grinned, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. In an instant, I felt a fiery sensation engulf me as he entered…

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Paige Recently, I found myself plagued by an intense itchiness in my most private area, accompanied by an unfamiliar discharge. It had me scared. Shockingly, online search results suggested it might have been due to frequent sexual activity or having multiple partners. But that didn’t make sense. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. The more I read, the more uneasy I felt. I couldn’t bring myself to confide in anyone as I was terrified of the judgmental stares. So, I snuck off to the hospital for a check-up. What I hadn’t anticipated was that my best friend’s brother, Cannon Roth would be the one to see me! Discreetly, I opened my phone, located my friend Allie’s chat, and meticulously compared the photo she had sent me. It confirmed my worst fear. Instantly, embarrassment flooded my cheeks. How could there be a male doctor in gynecology? And to make matters worse, it was Allie’s brother! I had only ever heard Allie mention that her brother was a doctor, but she had never specified gynecology. At that moment, I wanted to bolt. It was just too awkward. But before I could even turn, the door to the consultation room swung open. “Paige Johnson!” I instinctively let out a sound, feeling everyone’s gaze, including Cannon’s. I wished I could just disappear. But leaving then would have only made things worse. With a deep breath, I stepped into the consultation room. Thankfully, Cannon didn’t recognize me. Allie, Cannon, and I had been pretty much inseparable growing up, but after we’d moved on and left for college, I hadn’t kept in touch with him at all. After all these years, we don’t know each other anymore. Thinking this way, I felt a small sense of relief. I would just treat it like any other check-up with a stranger. Just as I began to feel a bit relieved, he dropped a bombshell. “Take off your skirt and lie on the bed,” Cannon said, eyeing my skirt. “I… I have to take off my skirt?” I was beyond shocked. What if he found out I was Allie’s friend? And what if Allie found out? How could I let Cannon do this kind of thing? But now I was caught in a dilemma. I couldn’t just say I was Allie’s friend and refuse his treatment. Then how would he see me in the future? Would he think I led a chaotic private life? And if he happened to develop negative feelings towards Allie in the process, my guilt would be even greater. “It’s just a routine check-up to rule out any potential underlying issues. Early detection leads to early treatment.” He paused for a moment. “In a doctor’s eyes, there’s only the patient, no distinction between genders,” he added, perhaps trying to ease my embarrassment and concern over his gender. At this point, I had run out of excuses to avoid the situation. So, I braced myself. After all, he didn’t know me, and I could pretend not to know him. Plus, what if my condition was serious? What if delaying treatment worsened it? Lying on the hospital bed, I closed my eyes. “Take off your skirt and your underwear.” His voice snapped me back to reality. My face flushed red, and I awkwardly complied, feeling like the whole world was watching. It was as if everyone knew, and my mind was in turmoil. Here I was, undressing in front of Allie’s brother. I wished I could disappear, wished nobody knew me. “Spread your legs.” Oh god! Was I going to expose myself like this to Cannon? Reluctantly, I complied and exposed my most intimate part. I felt mortified, and at that moment, I could sense the intrusion of something.

I felt like a cold instrument was prying open the most private part of me, a place never before seen by a man. The chill sent shivers down my spine. And then it hit me. I needed to pee! At that moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole. I tried my best to hold it in, but Cannon gave me a reassuring pat. “Relax.” I trembled, almost losing control. Thankfully, Cannon’s examination was gentle. Unlike what I’d read online about doctors being rough, he was nothing like that. His touch was soft, gradually calming me down. But my mind couldn’t stop racing. What if Cannon found out my identity? What if Allie found out? Panic and an indescribable thrill consumed me. No one could be in a more awkward situation than I was at that moment. Unable to resist, I cautiously peeked through the gaps between my fingers, which were covering my eyes. I had to admit Allie’s brother had an excellent face. Even with a mask on, he still looked great. I had seen Cannon’s photos before. He looked handsome in pictures, but in person, he was even more striking, with a remarkable presence. He conducted the examination meticulously and earnestly, treating me like any other patient without a hint of impure thoughts. However, when his fingers entered for the examination, the stark contrast between their warmth and the coldness of the instrument sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but tremble, feeling my strength drain away. My body involuntarily squirmed, and his fingers seemed to stick to me like suction cups. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, leaving me feeling light-headed and almost weightless, as if I were floating, disconnected from my body. So, this was what it felt like between a man and a woman during lovemaking. And to think, he was Allie’s brother! My mind, as if a floodgate had been opened, began to entertain increasingly bold thoughts as his examination continued. What if Cannon and I…

My cheeks were burning, probably as red as a tomato. I could feel the heat radiating off them. Would he be more forward if he knew who I was? Would it be even more exhilarating? No one outside could fathom the unique relationship between me and the doctor inside. Suddenly, through the gaps between my fingers, I noticed stains on the blue disposable mattress. The discovery stunned me. I had wet myself in front of Cannon! How could I be so sensitive? I was here for a medical examination. Cannon was just doing his job. How could I react like this? This discovery sent me into a panic, making me feel like the world was slipping away from me. I wanted to get up, but Cannon’s hand gently pressed against my abdomen, the warmth of his palm draining my resistance. I lay back on the hospital bed, feeling too weak to even consider the implications of my relationship with Cannon or think about the future orAllie. All I wanted was for him to have something that could truly come inside, embrace me, melt me, and make us one. My mind went blank, and I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip, letting out soft moans. It was as if I was urging him, tempting him to take control, even if he was Cannon. All I could feel was the incredible comfort below my abdomen, tingling and soothing. It was like my soul had drifted away. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited I had become. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Cannon holding a mirror, which he had somehow retrieved without me noticing, aimed at my private area. I saw my most intimate parts. It startled me, bringing me back to reality. And then, I realized that the source of my comfort was Cannon’s hand. The instrument had been removed without me noticing. His fingers were completely enveloped by the delicate folds of my flesh, giving me an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. As his fingers moved within me, it felt like they were touching my soul. All I could think about was pulling him close, merging our bodies. As I quivered, I couldn’t help but wonder what was Cannon planning. This was way beyond what a doctor should be doing. I had some vague suspicions, but I didn’t dare to dwell on them too much. He had been Allie’s brother, after all! Despite wanting to resist, my body kept responding to him. It was incredible how comforting this sensation could be. But in my haze, I noticed Michael’s white coat had disappeared, and he stood before me completely naked. His movements became rougher, and his eyes seemed bloodshot and excited like he wanted to consume me. Listening to his heavy breaths and deep voice, I trembled. Even though he was Allie’s brother, I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. Suddenly, I felt a surge of rush . As long as I kept quiet, who would know? I looked up, my gaze soft. Suddenly, my legs instinctively wrapped around Cannon’s waist. He leaned in closer, locking eyes with me, his expression carrying a hint of an unreadable smile. “Paige, You’re soaked…”

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“There will be a twenty percent reduction in staff,” my manager Craig announced to the group in our emergency staff meeting.My stomach immediately turned into nervous knots.Craig paused, waiting for the collective gasp to settle down, a small smile quivering at the corners of his mouth.Is that sympathy, or is he enjoying this? I wondered.As if to address my thoughts, Craig’s face switched to a mask of regret as he looked around the room.”I’m not happy about it either. Each of you is important to this department in my opinion. But, since the new CEO believes differently, I’ll be conducting performance reviews with everyone this week and reporting my findings.”My heart sank.I knew my work was good. But if it was going to be a popularity contest, I had no chance.After all, I am “scentless”.In a world of werewolves, scent was just as vital a sense as sight.Werewolves had a built-in system to rate every scent they encountered. Alphas were born with B grade scent minimums. Betas and Omegas, on the other hand, could be very flexible. They could easily smell like a C, D, or F grade to strangers.Whenever one met someone who had the potential to be a best friend or partner, they will immediately register as an A, while A+ is definitely a top match. There was a myth about S grade, but it was only a myth.Therefore, best friends, couples, business partners, even military units, all these social ties were established on scents.I, however, had no scent. Or at least, that’s what most people said.Another oddity was that it seemed I lacked the system to grade other people’s scent. I didn’t instinctively rate someone before I knew them, but instead judged people on other aspects like personality or behavior.Those who were being kind compared me to air. Some openly asked about my bloodline, another thing usually discernable in one’s personal smell. My answer was again disappointing. I was an orphan and had no idea who my parents were.”I’ll be sending each of you messages about when we are to meet. Thank you, and again, I’m very sorry that we are in this situation,” Craig finished this meeting.My colleagues began to murmur to each other as they walked out, but no one cared about me.I was used to it by now. They didn’t mean to be rude.I went out into the hall and began to walk toward the main room and my cubicle, but Craig came striding back down the corridor and blocked my way.”There you are, Elena,” he said, beaming. “You’re always so hard to track down, you know.” He tapped his nose and gave me a wink.I tried not to roll my eyes.Performance evaluation, I thought and smiled.”What’s up, Craig?”He handed me a stack of files. “Some new manuscripts just in.”His hand went up to my face, bringing his scent of licorice with it. He flicked a lock of my dark hair away before settling his hand on my shoulder.I wanted to brush it off but I forced myself to be still, to keep my smile. I looked around. There was no one else in the corridor.”How are you feeling after the announcement?” he asked.”Nervous,” I admitted. His scent was too close and it made me nauseous.I turned my nose away, but he didn’t move his hand.”Just do your best. Speaking of, those need to be in my inbox by the time you leave, okay?””Okay.”He rubbed my shoulder and continued down the corridor.I watched him go, trying not to gag at the thick sweetness that drifted in his wake. I used to be okay with the smell of licorice until I got to know Craig.I’d seen him squeeze, hug, and pat other females and no one seemed to give it a second thought. Jerry in marketing even patted him back.Am I being oversensitive? I thought, trying to wipe the licorice smell off my shoulder and glancing at the females around me as I went past their cubicles. No one else seemed to have a problem with his handsy behavior.I sat down at my desk and stared at the folders.I’d wanted to be a reporter. It’s what they promised when I first came to the newspaper after graduation. But here I was, years later, still on comics and proofreading, having done nothing more than occasionally write stories for other reporters under their byline.I guess it was hard for them to trust someone without a scent.And yet I tried hard to do well in every work I was given. Surely, I thought, all that good work and so little complaining will allow me to keep my job.A few hours later, the atmosphere began to change. It was Friday, and people were busy planning to meet for drinks and dinner.I went to the manager’s office with my proofed copies and was relieved to see Craig had gone for the day. I slapped the packet in his inbox, glancing at the photo of his wife on his desk before I went to pack my bag. I pushed open the doors to the front of the building just as my phone dinged with a text.It was Cathy, my only close friend and sole support since high school.Guess what? Your high school crush is in town.The line was followed by a spray of winking and heart-surrounded emoji faces.My breath caught in my throat and I instinctively turned right, heading toward a popular square. Music and voices from Friday night crowds filled the air and neon lights illuminated the space. Delicious smells of meat and fried food from the restaurants swirled around the people happily hanging out or on their way to food and entertainment.An enormous screen across the square projected the local news.And there he was.Charles.Larger than life, being interviewed by a local reporter, he was breathtakingly handsome with his dark, wavy hair and sharp blue eyes. His face light up the screen.The reporter beamed and leaned in toward him. He’d always that effect on people.Their dialog ran across the bottom.”And a hearty welcome to the young media entrepreneur, Mr. Charles Rafe!” the reporter said.”Thank you, Sandy.”He smiled at her, and I suddenly remembered him, a little more baby-faced, on the soccer field or in the school baseball uniform, in the back row of my history class, but still attracting every eye in the room when he smiled like that.Even now I could feel myself grinning at the screen like an idiot, remembering his warm, vetiver smell.”And what are your plans for our fair city?” the reporter asked.”As you know, Sandy, the merger of my family’s two companies has been a good move. We’re fortunately seeing steady profits.””We all know fortune has nothing to do with it,” the reporter said, playfully nudging his arm.”Well, thank you, but it takes a hardworking, loyal set of people to make any business successful.”His blue eyes looked directly into the camera.I caught my breath, as did a few other people who had also stopped and looked up. He seemed to be looking down through the square directly at me. I stood, riveted to the spot, gazing back.”So naturally I’m here to find those people, and while I’m at it, acquire some companies and expand the Rafe family’s business empire.”I couldn’t help but stare at the screen until Charles was gone.Wouldn’t it be weird if he were my new boss? I thought.I quickly shook my head with a bitter smile.It was a big city. Surely there was more than one large conglomerate coming to town.

It was true what Cathy had said. Charles was my high school crush. But it was also true that it was so much more than that.Years had passed since high school, but the feelings I had during that period of my life were as strong as if they’d happened yesterday. Back then, no one in my high school didn’t like Charles Rafe. He was the only student, except Cathy, that would smile to me and say hi. He even said my name correctly every time. Gradually, he became the reason I got out of bed and went to class in the morning, just so I could sit silently behind him. His casual smile was the factor that made or broke my day. There was no way he would remember me even if he was my new boss. Still, the idea of it made me smile into the night sky and wait for the screen to loop the interview so I could see his face one more time. I gazed up at the screen, watching the commercials tick by. The programs usually looped at least a half-dozen times before they moved on to the next thing, giving people time to see it as they walked through city squares. I waited and was rewarded. There he was again. His sharp blue eyes took me out of the city square and suddenly I was back in Mr. Sellers’ senior English honors class. I sat in the back left corner seat trying not to be noticed and at the same time trying to absorb every bit of knowledge I could. I loved that class because that is where I started my dream of becoming a journalist one day. Charles and his numerous Alpha friends sat in the rows in front of me, laughing, smiling, and always having a good time. Mr. Sellers enjoyed their cheerful presence in class, and they acted like a wall of sunshine between him and my hungry mind. Not that I minded. Sitting behind Charles was heaven. Every time he moved his vetiver scent wafted toward me, and I often bent forward over a paper pretending to write just to be nearer to him. There was also a moment I treasured when he would saunter in moments before the starting bell. Because he was kind, he would greet people on his way to his seat, and this included me. He’d make eye contact with his piercing blue eyes, and we’d both smile. “Hey, Elena.” “Hi.” And then he’d sit, his back turned, and that was it. But for me, it was enough to make my day. If we got to write a paper in class, the day was even better. It was high school graduation before I got the courage to say more than a few words. I watched him walk across the stage, his diploma held high in triumph for the cheers from both the audience and the seated students, and was sure I wouldn’t see him again. That knowledge gave me courage. When I saw him walk toward his car alone after telling his friends he’d see them later at a party, I went that direction, too. He paused to unlock the door. As I passed, I said, “Congratulations, Charles.” He looked up, smiling. “I thought I noticed you coming, Elena. Congratulations to you, too.” I was surprised. He noticed me coming? Those words were reserved for those with discernable scents. For a moment we looked at each other, me stunned by his intense gaze. “I…” He looked at me with a small smile, patient and waiting. I forced the words out of my mouth. “I was wondering, I know you have a ton of friends and things to do, but would you maybe like to have coffee with me or something? Next week? Or sometime.” My words seemed to hang in the air and I felt my blood began to pound. I felt my face twist in agony, knowing I’d just made a fool of myself. His smile faded a little. I wished I could look away and sink into the ground but his blue eyes held mine. “I’m sorry, Elena,” he said. He looked intensely at me, as if wanting me to understand something he wasn’t saying. I nodded, feeling my face flaming red. “I totally understand. Well, good luck, and all that.” “Wait, Elena.” But I hadn’t. I’d walked off in a blur of humiliation. What was I thinking? I’d raged at myself. Obviously, he wouldn’t have said yes. We were so far apart that we might have been different species. The memory of my humiliation made me groan even now, years later standing in a busy city square on a Friday night. At least I’d tried. Thinking back, I’d have regretted not doing it despite the embarrassment. I pulled out my phone as his interview started again and held it aloft toward his face, filming him. When the clip finished, I sent it to Cathy who texted back as I was walking away. Still in love? Of course not. Just a distant fangirl now. You never know! She followed this with a winky face emoji. How about dinner this weekend? It’s been a while. My heart warmed. Cathy was the most wonderful friend, though I never was able to shake the suspicion that she just felt bad for me. When we were younger, she used to give me hugs and bury her nose in my hair and inhale. “You smell so good. Solid A to me. Why can nobody else sense it?” ” I’d squeezed her back, feeling her refreshing lily scent surrounding me. “What do I smell like?” “I can’t place it. But it’s gorgeous.” I’d always assumed this was a joke to cheer me up. She had always been there for me, jokes or not, and I regretted having to turn her down for dinner. I’m sorry. I have to save my job. She sent a frowning face but then a gif of unicorns dancing together. Okay, babe. Don’t work too hard. Remember I love you. Love you, too, I texted back, and smiled. I was so lucky. I spent the rest of the weekend hardly moving from my desk or changing out of my pajamas while I combed through every project and noted every accolade. By the time Craig’s scheduling link came through on Sunday night I was ready. I confidently scheduled the block mid-morning and went to bed knowing I’d done everything I could. Despite knowing my looks made little difference, I took special care with my hair and outfit that morning. I wanted to look as deserving as my portfolio suggested. I even felt decent as I sat down five minutes before the scheduled time outside Craig’s office. Laughter and casual discussion came from behind his closed door. I checked my watch, my stomach clenching. This wasn’t good. My portfolio was good. I was valuable and I knew it. But if it came down to this type of banter I was in trouble. The minutes ticked by and my appointment came and went. Five minutes, ten minutes. I could feel my muscles tensing and a headache coming on. Finally, the door opened and a colleague walked by calling back, “Okay, see you, Craig.” I stood and turned, looking at Craig who was leaning on the doorframe. “Elena! Wonderful. Come on in.” He waved to a corner of the couch and I sat. He sat across from me in a chair and put his elbows on his knees. “Okay, Elena. Let’s see what you’ve got.” I sat up straight and put my portfolio on my knees where it seemed his gaze was fixed. I crossed my legs self-consciously, and began to talk. I sounded confident, competent. I handed him a reference sheet with lists of successes and awards I’d been responsible for helping come about. He took the sheet and barely glanced at it, his eyes never leaving my bare knees. When I’d finished there was a short pause. “Do you have any questions?” I asked, nervous for the first time and shifting my legs to cross the other direction. His eyes flickered up at me for the first time in the ten minutes I’d been talking. Then he stood and stretched, his paunch peeking out slightly from under his shirt. He sat down on the couch and draped an arm over the couch behind me. He leaned closer. I tried not to breathe in his licorice scent. “I do have a question for you, Elena, but it’s not really about your portfolio.” I felt my stomach drop. This couldn’t be good.

“You know, Elena,” Craig began, letting the pointer finger of his hand drop to my shoulder. It began to draw small circles there. “This is really stressful for me.” I fought the urge to shrug his finger away, and tried to lean back slowly, as if to see his face better. “I mean, I genuinely like all of my employees. You are all so good, so valuable.” His finger became the back of his fingers and he brushed them up toward my neck. “I’ve had a headache for days straight. Can you believe that?” “Yes,” I said, thankful for the opportunity to pull away and look into his face. “I have, too. It’s hard for all of us.” He smiled. “That’s one thing I like about you, Elena. You’re sympathetic.” “What’s the question you had for me?” I asked. To my dismay, he scooted closer, undoing the slow, few inches I’d managed to put between us. “You know, Sandra, my wife?” “I met her briefly at a party, yeah.” “We’ve been having problems.” “That can’t be helpful at a time like this.” “See? There you are being understanding again.” He smiled and I tried to smile back. I didn’t like where this was going. “After the last holiday party I had a few too many drinks. I love the punch the HR ladies make.” He was famous for getting plastered at holiday parties. I’d learned to steer clear of him if I didn’t want my backside grabbed. “It’s totally my fault, but Melanie from marketing smelled so good that night. Like a roasted chicken, and my mind just went. I couldn’t help it. I mean, obviously, I prefer my wife’s scent but it was just so different.” How do I get out of this? I thought. He wasn’t looking at me but was gazing at my neck, his fingers starting to move again, fiddling with a lock of my hair. “I’m sorry, I don’t see where this is going.” I leaned away but he continued, not seeming to notice. “And of course, that smell is pretty strong. Sandra smelled her right away.” “Oh.” My eyebrows raised. Why was he admitting this to me, confirming my suspicions that he was indeed the sleazeball I’d imagined? “My question to you, Elena, is this.” He leaned into me, his right arm around my shoulders closing in and pulling me close, his left circling my waist. “Since you have no scent, can I be with you and not get caught?” He pressed me back against the couch, his horrible smell overwhelming me, making me gag. “Get off!” I pushed him with all my strength, throwing myself sideways and stumbling as I broke free and dropped from the couch. I chanced a quick glance at him, sprawled on his face and half falling off the couch before I turned and ran toward the door. I yanked it open and flew out, ignoring the alarmed stare of the man who sat waiting for the next interview. It wasn’t until I was in the furthest cubicle against the wall in the women’s bathroom that I began to breathe. I sat on the toilet, my head in my hands, taking big, gasping breaths. I was angry and scared all at once, my chest contracting with emotion. Little by little, my breathing slowed and my mind began to clear. I could hear my breathing echoing off the cold tiles around me. I needed to go to HR. I should have reported it in the past. But now I needed to do it before I excused it away. I stood, straightened my clothing, and took a deep breath. I knew people underestimated me, but I also knew that if I could bypass their scent-bias then I could be powerful. I held tight to that knowledge inside me and strode confidently out into the hall. I took the stairs so not to hinder my momentum and went down the stairwell to the HR offices. I spent the rest of the day attempting to concentrate on my work, but it was impossible. I tried to interpret the expressions of the HR workers and remember the scents. Had I detected a slight increase in body heat? An uptick in the strength of the odors? Finally, one of the HR workers, Cecilia, came to my cubicle and led me to the conference room for a meeting. As soon as I walked in my heart began to pound. Craig was there, as was his boss and another HR representative. I could feel the tension in the atmosphere, sense the heat and heightened scents. I looked at Cecilia, assuming she was my representative, but she took a seat on the manager’s side of the table, leaving me alone and as if I were on trial. The other HR representative began to read a statement, during which Craig never took his eyes off the table where his finger drew the same circle it had on my shoulder. My mind buzzed as the words began to sink in. “… total fabrication… a desperate move to keep her job… continued failure of basic duties.” When they finished, the HR manager put down his paper and looked at me with cool, grey eyes. “That is all. We will be contacting you…” “Hold on,” I said, anger making my voice quaver. “This is outrageous. It is a total lie, and what’s more, it’s slander.” “Slander?” Craig scoffed. “You’re the one slandering me, Elena!” “Not if it’s true. And I can prove you’re wrong with the statements about my performance. If that’s fabricated then it absolutely calls into question the remainder of this statement.” “We didn’t see any performance appraisal materials from you,” the HR manager frowned. “That’s because I left it on his office floor as I literally ran away from assault. Thankfully I have copies and I will email one to each of you directly after this poor excuse for an HR intervention.” Dead silence filled the room. “All of that is inflated. Fabricated,” Craig said, looking a little desperately at his manager. “She has no proof I tried to touch her.” “Ask a dozen other women in the office if they’ve ever been touched.” More silence. The HR representative cleared his throat. “We will get back to you in the next 24 hours. I suspect we will have to take this to a higher level.” “What?” Craig looked incredulous. I rose, looking as confident as I could despite my legs trembling from a mix of fury and anxiety. “Expect an email from me soon,” I said to everyone, and strode out the door. I don’t know how I made it to my cubicle, but I wilted into my seat and put my head in my hands, trying not to cry. After a few deep breaths I sat up, and with shaking hands began to forward my performance reports to everyone who was in the room and the general mailboxes of HR as well, just in case. No other work was sent my direction that day. It was as if Craig and other managers had assumed I was already gone. After I left the office, I was surprised to see a late email from HR. It was simple, but ominous. “The new leadership has been informed about the situation and finds it complicated enough that they will handle it themselves. Changes in position will be announced tomorrow.” “Complicated?” I said aloud to the streetlights around me. A passing commuter looked at me warily and continued. I had no idea what that meant, but I was sure it couldn’t be good.

I hardly slept and I looked it. Despite my efforts with the concealer, the bags under my eyes were evident and the stress was manifesting in overly frizzy hair. Still, I did my best. I wanted to look good for my execution, but had to settle for being on time and not looking like a puppy caught out in the rain. My hands shook on the lobby door handle. I needed to get some tension out and decided to take the stairs up the four flights to our division. It was a popular choice. My colleagues liked to stretch their bodies before and during a day sitting at desks, and I could hear a few people a few floors above me. Getting the blood flowing and my legs pumping helped my nerves. I began to breathe deeply and felt it relax my muscles. Then I heard my name echo down through the concrete stairwell. “I don’t think Elena would do that,” came the first voice. “She’s kind of a sheep.” “That’s what she wants you to think. She plays all demure, but underneath all that mildness she’s sharp. She’d be a perfect Beta, flying under the radar but secretly getting everything done. And done her way.” “But is she sharp in the way that she’d sabotage Craig? I’ve never known her to be malicious.” “I didn’t think so, but you never know how people will respond if they feel threatened.” “It’s kind of an obvious play, isn’t it?” I leaned inward trying to see who was above me. All I could see were hands holding the railing. One of them had burgundy fingernails. “Like I said, desperation.” The rest of their conversation was cut off by a door scraping opening and booming closed. Whatever solace I’d earned from the little bit of exercise was gone. Now I was trying to hold back angry tears. I pulled open what I suspected was the same door and walked into my department. Two women stood by the entrance to the cubicles with a few others. They turned and saw me. The woman with the burgundy nails had the courtesy to look guilty, but the rest looked openly hostile, even the two I’d recently thought were starting to become my friends. I held my head high and walked by without saying good morning as a voice over the intercom said, “Attention everyone, please gather in the conference room in ten minutes.” I put down my bag, turned on my computer and found the company had stopped sending me anything directly after the time of my meeting with Craig yesterday morning. It seemed they had taken a side, just like my colleagues. I decided to get a seat at the conference table rather than stand around the perimeter, so I grabbed my notebook and went through the tense, quiet cubicles. As I neared the elevator, I heard it ding. Who’d show up late today? I wondered. Only someone especially confident. The doors opened and wafted a vetiver scent so powerful in my memory that I stopped in my tracks. Charles Rafe stepped out of the elevator, two beautiful women, one light, one dark, who smelled like pine and cedar, came after him, briefcases, folders, and coffee cups in hand. The group moved like a sleek, powerful pack, and I felt myself stepping back. Charles stopped and sniffed the air. He turned slowly and his blue eyes found mine. Even from ten feet away, I could see the pupils in his eyes widen as he came toward me. The women with him seemed momentarily unsure what to do, so stood watching. My heart began to pound. His smell brought back years of longing and unfulfilled dreams. And I thought this day couldn’t get any worse. “Elena Laurentia?” My breathing stopped and my jaw fell open. He remembered me. For a moment I simply stared. Do something you idiot! I raged. “Hi.” “Hey.” Just like in Mr. Sellers’ class. He took another deep inhale and smiled. “I knew it was you.” He smiled, and I thought my knees were going to buckle. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this after all these years. It’s not a fun day for anyone when you have to do layoffs.” I cleared my throat. He was all business now, it seemed. “I imagine it’s not.” “I’ll see you in the conference room, then.” He smiled and turned to the assistants, gesturing toward the conference room. I couldn’t go in while he was in there setting up. I was almost pinned to the ground by his beautiful, vetiver scent just from the brief encounter. I couldn’t imagine being in a smaller, enclosed space with him. Instead, I watched through the windows as his assistants put his coffee cup at the head of the table and presented him with papers while he checked his phone. They set up laptops and began to gesture and talk about the projection system while Charles frowned down at the notes on the top of the file. He glanced up and out the glass windows in my direction but I looked away, starting back down the aisle toward my cubicle. So much for getting a seat. A few minutes later, the speaker announced that everyone was expected in the conference room. I joined the crowd filing quietly into the room. Charles sat, radiating power and looking around, meeting eyes and nodding here and there. I kept my eyes down and was, as expected, unintentionally bumped and shouldered into the furthest corner, blocked from Charles’ blue eyes by taller, wider colleagues. I was okay with that. For the first time in a long time, I appreciated my ability to hide. I heard a chair creak and head Charles clear his throat. I assumed he was standing from the sound. “Good morning. Before we start, can we please get the shorter people toward the front or in chairs so everyone can see? Back there?” There was a shifting around me and the people next to me looked surprised to find me there, gesturing for me to move to the front. “Thank you. I’m sorry to be having to do this.” He continued to speak for a moment about the company’s intentions. Then he looked at the blonde assistant who nodded at him. “An email has just gone out to people I’d like to stay here in the conference room with me. It has the terms of your severance package, which I think you’ll find generous, and we will discuss other opportunities or companies in our conglomerate that could be options for you.” He looked around the room. The scent of about two dozen people had suddenly increased and I found myself getting dizzy. “If you don’t have an email, feel free to return to your desks. I’ll take a moment while you check your phones.” Everyone’s hands and faces jerked as we all grabbed our devices. I opened my mail app and held my breath. Nothing. I refreshed the page. Again nothing. I looked up in confusion, but Charles wasn’t looking at me. Very slowly, a few of us began to edge toward the door. I took a few tentative steps, refreshing again just to be sure. “Sir, I think there’s been a mistake.” Craig was looking at his phone, his face turning red. He was glaring directly at me. “How is she staying? And I’m not? This isn’t right.” “You’re right,” Charles said, leaning forward over the table. “I’m sorry Elena. I forgot to mention you aren’t going to be working here either.” Craig’s face set into a smug smirk. “You’ll be joining my team. I’ll be needing a third assistant.” There was a simultaneous gasp around the room. What???

I looked around at the stunned faces. Craig’s was beginning to turn purple. Even Charles’ assistants looked confused, giving each other quick glances, but then looking to their boss for instruction. “Do you think you’ll need help packing up your desk?” Charles asked. “I … I’ll be fine.” He nodded. “Great. Then I’ll be by to get you in a few minutes.” I went to my cubicle in a daze. People were giving me a wide berth, looking at me with open confusion as I passed. I looked around at my things. There was very little. A photo of me and Cathy. A small mint plant I used to clear my nose when things got overwhelming, (an old werewolf trick). I put an external drive into my computer and began to make sure I had back up files of any work I wanted to keep, then opened drawers and began to pull out office supplies and paperwork. There were a few awards for pieces I’d helped work on, and articles I’d written for other journalists with their names still as the byline. I wanted to keep these for my portfolio. And then I smelled it. Vetiver. I looked up and Charles was standing at my cubicle, an arm casually propped on the dividing wall, a cardboard banker box in hand. “You make quick work of things,” he said, holding out the box. I took the box and put my few belongings into it. I was confused, and his presence wasn’t helping. I shook my head and took a deep breath. “Can you clarify for me how I’m qualified for this position? I’m grateful, obviously, but…” He raised a hand to cut me off. “Let’s talk privately.” He gestured for me to follow and went quickly through the quiet cubicles to the breakroom where he shut the door. Without the free flow of air, his vetiver scent quickly filled the room, becoming stronger as he moved around, going first to the cup dispenser and then the coffee machine. I watched him move, graceful and powerful, and experienced an odd mixture of euphoria and anxiety. His familiar smell filled my brain in a way that was comforting, something cherished from my past, but also brought back the old longing. I had to shake my head to think properly again. He finished dispensing the instant coffee and inhaled over the dark liquid. He frowned. “Obviously, the quality of the coffee is going to have to change. Would you like a cup anyway?” “No, thank you. I’m shaky enough today.” He smiled at my candor and poured himself a cup. He took a sip, made a face, and poured it into the sink, refiling his paper cup with water and rinsing his mouth out. “That was unpleasant to say the least,” he said, and for a moment the carefree teenager looked at me. I couldn’t help smiling back, but I also was having trouble putting thoughts into logical words. I wanted a job, of course I did. But I didn’t know how I fit the profile of his assistants. Judging from his assistants, I would need another level of education as well as a stylist. “It’s refreshing to see you again,” he said, waving this cup at me. “I can’t believe you even remember me.” “Are you kidding? Of course I remember you.” I blushed, thinking about our last interaction. “Probably because no one else embarrassed herself so badly in front of you the entire four years.” His face looked slightly pained. “That’s not it. I loved sitting next to you in Mr. Sellers’ class. Your scent actually helped me do better in that class than the others.” I frowned. “Right,” I said with as much sarcasm as I thought was decent for an employee to boss interaction. “The smell of nothing? Or flat-out air?” “I’m serious.” He put down the cup and waved his nose toward me. “You’re slightly sweet, but all together elusive. I mentioned it to my friends once and was surprised they were certain you were scentless.” This took me by surprise. “I had no idea.” We stood, staring at each other for a moment. And then a horrible thought occurred to me.

“Oh.” I said. “You’re keeping me on because you feel bad, because we have this school connection. Seriously, it’s okay. I understand business is business.” “Is that what you think?” He dashed the remainder of his water in the sink. “Please, give me more credit than that. I saw that HR report. I knew it was you and that you wouldn’t lie.” Thank you. I didn’t, as a matter of fact. But I don’t see how you’d know that from the few classes we had together where we barely spoke more than two words.” “Four.” “What?” “We had four classes together. Mr. James freshman year, Ms. Harrington sophomore year, Ms. Tate junior year, and Mr. Sellers senior year.” He smiled as my mouth dropped open. “Obviously, I was watching you more closely than you imagined.” I felt my breathing quickened. “I can’t imagine you had time with all your activities and friends. But even so, that doesn’t mean I qualify as your assistant. Those ladies…” “Amy and Jessica.” “Amy and Jessica. They’re extraordinary.” “And you’re not?” He smiled, seeming to enjoy watching me. “You really haven’t changed since high school.” “I know my resume. I’m good at what I do. I want to expand on that and become a journalist. It fits my particular skills,” I said, waving at my scentless self. “Please believe I want a job, but I’m not convinced I’m right for your inner circle.” He looked suddenly serious and took a step toward me, crumpling the paper cup and tossing it into the trash. I took a step back without realizing it. The power radiating off him made my eyes widen. “You are questioning my judgment on how I choose to run my businesses?” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. “Elena, I need someone with integrity, and I need someone who will speak truth to power, even at the risk of their job. You proved you can do that. Need I say more?” My mouth snapped shut. He had a point. From this distance, his scent was strong, and if his argument hadn’t been so good, his scent would have sealed the deal. He looked into my eyes, read my thoughts, and smiled wolfishly. “Good.” * I followed behind the three of them, carrying my half-full box, avoiding the stares and whispers that followed us as we went into the elevator. We got out on the next floor up, the marketing department. Charles began to walk, Jessica and Amy in step behind him. It was silent as they went, the employees of the department standing when they realized who had just walked onto their floor. I tried to follow at a discreet distance, hoping no one would notice me in the wake of this powerful threesome, but Charles suddenly stopped. He waved me to his side. I could see employees craning to look, their heads popping up from their cubicles. Word had obviously gotten out quickly. “Please walk next to me and show me around, Elena,” he said.

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On the first anniversary, Cora’s boyfriend Eason Patton gave her a big gift. He cheated on another woman. It was a cool autumn night and the rain was pouring. As Cora Lane walked to the doorstep with a gift in her hands, She noticed a pair of high heels on the floor. Cora was very clear that those were not her shoes. It was like her heart had stopped beating. She gently put her things on the floor and slowly walked toward the master bedroom upstairs. The closer she got, the clearer the conversation became. It was Eason, with another woman… “When will you break up with Cora? Her family went bankrupt, and her father jumped off a bridge! She is a huge liability…”  The petulant voice made Cora’s stomach shrink, and at that moment, she really felt like throwing up. Cora knew Eason maybe had found someone else… she just didn’t think it was going to be Mia from college.  Because not only was Mia very ugly and fat, she was also extremely unpleasant as a person.  Next, Cora heard an even more disgusting sound, which was Eason’s. “I don’t want to talk about her boredom. I have tasted something better on you…” Cora dared not continue listening any further…even a deaf person could hear Mia’s relationship with Eason.  The sudden realization made Cora feel nauseous, she knew that Mia’s family could help Eason greatly, but they made her want to vomit.  Cora and Eason had been engaged, but when her family went bankrupt, the Patton family broke off the engagement quikly. And now, Eason was having sex with another woman. Cora ran away from the home by taking a taxi. “Miss, where exactly are you going?” The driver curiously glanced at her through the rearview mirror. The car was passing by a high-end club. On impulse, Cora told the driver to stop the car. After paying the bill and getting out of the car, Cora walked straight into the club, where it was vibrant and filled with people flirting with each other. The manager on the side greeted, “Miss, would you like to have fun here? We have hot guys for ladies.” As Cora watched the manager earnestly introduce one strong man after another, she felt a hint of revengeful pleasure. Cora thought, Since Eason had an affair, why can’t I spend a night with another man? “I wanted the most handsome and highest-priced man here!” The manager’s eyes lit up, and he directly took her into the VIP private room and served drinks. “Enjoy the wine. I will take him here right away!” He left Cora alone on the sofa. She was drunk and dizzy, and everything she saw was in double. In a trance, she saw the door of the opposite private room open, and a tall man came out. She looked along his straight long legs, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. His chiseled face was handsome, and every inch of his body was perfect. In particular, his dark and deep eyes were his most striking feature. With a smile, Cora got up and walked over unsteadily. She grabbed the man’s arm. “Not bad…” Looking at the woman who had suddenly grabbed him, Byron Hansen frowned. “Let go of me.” “How can you talk to me like that?? Didn’t your manager tell you I’m paying for you? Here! I’ll double it!”  She giggled, standing on tiptoes to get close to him.  “Listen, make me happy, and I will give you a big tip tonight!” In an instant, Cora’s wrist was grabbed by him, and her whole body was firmly pressed against the wall. His thinly calloused fingertips began to rub ever so slightly over her wrists, and a tiny shiver stirred through her body. “Remember what you said. Don’t blame me when you wake up tomorrow!”

Byron stopped in his tracks and looked straight at Cora. Her face was round and her eyes were big and clear. Her skin was light and smooth; she didn’t even have pores. Unlike the other women in the nightclub, she didn’t wear makeup. She was as pure as a daisy, waiting for someone to pluck her. Her body was mixed with the smell of alcohol and the fragrance of youth. Byron hadn’t had any feelings for women in years. But at this moment, impulsiveness had arisen in his heart. He liked her very much. Looking at the sly smile on her face, he twisted his fingers slightly and his lips curved into a grin. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.” She raised her head and said firmly, “Bullsh*t! I’m not drunk at all. You’re drunk.” Cora frowned, “are you going to be a man and give me what I want?” Byron’s eyes darkened, “as you wish.” Byron pulled her closer, pressing the elevator button on the wall. The manager walked in with a group of people, and his eyes widened “President Hansen, this lady…” Byron gave him a warning look and said in a low voice, “It’s fine, leave her.” The manager didn’t dare to question him. The elevator went straight to the seventh floor of the club, the private suites. Byron opened the door to his own exclusive room. Cora pulled on him and stumbled in. He pressed her against the door without turning on the lights. Her legs felt like jello in his arms. Suddenly, Cora felt a little cold. That’s when she realized her dress had fallen. The man’s kiss was rough, and his touch was dominant. Her skin was even softer than he had imagined… She seemed to have finally realized what was going on, and became a little nervous. Although she wanted to take revenge on Eason, maybe it’s too crazy to spend the night with a stranger… “Wait! Maybe… we should have some wine first?” He looked into her panicked eyes. He was used to the darkness, so he could see clearly how fragile the woman looked now. But desire coursed through his body. He held her hands over her head and said in a hoarse voice, “It’s a little too late for that.” *** The next morning, Cora woke up sore everywhere. Her body felt as if it had been through a car wreck, and every joint of her body ached. Images from last night flashed through her mind, and her face turned bright red. I can’t believe it actually happened… Cora thought to herself. She wrapped herself in the bedsheets and was about to stand when the bathroom door opened. The man came out with only a bath towel around his waist. He was over six feet tall, with hard, defined abs and tanned, golden skin… She gave a little gasp and looked away. “Why— why aren’t you wearing clothes?!” Byron listened to her stammering voice and watched her squirming under the covers. The corners of his lips curled into a smile. “Oh, so now you’re shy? You weren’t shy last night…” Cora’s face flushed red. Then, she said in a cold voice, “So, what’s your rate? I’ll pay you for last night and you can go.” Byron raised his eyebrows and walked toward the bed. Before he even said anything, she scrambled away. Cora rolled to the other side, stood up holding the sheet to her body, and glared at him. “I have a boyfriend! Take the money and go. Don’t tell anyone about last night!” The man squinted his eyes. “You have a boyfriend?” “That’s right! We’ve been dating for a year!” He stopped and stared at me as if he had been wondering if Cora was telling the truth. Suddenly, his phone rang. The man picked up his phone, frowned upon answering, and quickly hung up the call. He untied the towel, threw it on the ground, and started getting dressed. Cora immediately covered her eyes, and when she opened them again, the man had already dressed neatly and left the room without looking back. “What’s going on? Did he spend a night with me for free?”Cora muttered to herself. She took a shower. After cleaning up, Cora went to the front desk to pay the bill. The reception blinked at her. “Miss Lane, you didn’t book any services with us last night.” “But… I know I did. Check again. Room 709.” When the receptionist heard the number “709”, she blinked even harder. “Room 709 is a VIP room. It’s not open to the public. Do you have the wrong room number?”

When Cora came out of the club, her mind was in a haze. Cora thought, “I didn’t sleep with a rent boy but with another customer?” She comforted herself, “It’s okay. At least, I enjoyed it…” But Cora never expected that her relationship with Eason would end in this way. She fumbled in her bag to take out her phone so that she could send a text message to break up with Eason. The her phone suddenly rang. Cora answered the phone, and a deep male voice came from the other end. “May I speak to Ms. Lane, please?” The voice sounded familiar and quite pleasant. “This is Cora Lane. Who are you?” He didn’t answer her question and said calmly, “Please come to the downtown hospital as soon as possible. Eason had an accident.” Cora was shocked. She wondered, “Eason was still in bed with Mia last night had an accident? Did he end up in the hospital due to sex?” Cora took a taxi to the hospital and found the ward where Eason was staying.  He had bandages wrapped around his forehead, and there were several abrasions on his handsome young face. There was a man standing by the hospital bed. With a height close to 6 feet 2 inches, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a stern expression. Hearing the sound, Eason looked up at me and said, “Aunt, you’re here.” Cora couldn’t believe it. “What did you call me?” “Aunt.” He furrowed his brows slightly, looking at me with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with you?” Cora became furious, wondering, “Scumbag! You not only cheated on me and ended up in the hospital, but also pretended that you don’t know me?” Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves and teach him a lesson, the man standing by the bedside finally moved. He raised his hand stopped in front of Cora with a slight nod, “Ms. Lane, let’s go outside and talk.” Cora lifted her head and stood there, completely stunned. She was so familiar with that face. He was the man from last night! They just met at the bar! Cora wondered, “Why was he here?” Obviously, the man in front of her was also taken aback. He didn’t expect to meet her here either. However, he quickly composed himself, grabbed Cora who was still standing there in a daze, and walked out of the ward. Closing the door of the ward, They stood in the hospital corridor.  This man told Cora that Eason had gone out last night and had a car accident. He had his head hit. Now he was experiencing memory confusion, mistaking her for his aunt. Cora said coolly, “Sir, who are you?” “My name is Byron Hansen.” Cora nodded numbly, “I understand. Are you Eason’s brother?” “No, I am his uncle.” Cora was shocked, and she stared at him in shock. “Is that a joke? Eason is twenty-five years old this year, and you look like you’re only in your twenties. Are you telling me now that you’re his uncle?” Byron frowned slightly, and it was only then that Cora noticed the resemblance between him and Eason in his eyebrows and eyes. “Ms. Lane, let me correct two points. Eason’s mother was not her biological sister, but we did have a good relationship, so our families have always been in contact. “And…I am not as young as you said. I’m over thirty.” Cora’s head was buzzing, and she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. The suite in the clubhouse, the wild night, the big and soft bed, the scattered clothes on the floor…  Everything pieced together into a chaotic scene from last night. She slept with Eason’s uncle last night!

They sat face to face in the cafeteria on the ground floor of the hospital. This was a private hospital, and the expenses were exorbitant.  Even the price of coffee was ridiculously high. Cora ordered an iced Americano, and it cost her a lot. She took a sip and wrinkled her face, almost spitting it out. Byron sat across from Cora and calmly repeated once again. “In short, the doctor said Eason’s injury was bad, and creating an environment that matches his memory will help his recovery. Eason’s parents are both traveling abroad now, and I am the only family he has in New York. ” “I’ve just returned here and I’m not familiar with everything about him. So I hope you can cooperate with me.” Cora chuckled and said, “Mr. Hansen, what you said is truly touching. But I broke up with Eason just yesterday.” She thought, “Ridiculous! I don’t even want to see this scumbag, let alone pretend to be his aunt.” Cora got up to leave. But Byron didn’t move at all, just casually said behind her,”I’ll give you $50,000 for every day you play.” Cora’s footsteps abruptly stopped, and she turned head to look at him, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “I don’t believe you unless you sign a contract.” Then Byron really called his lawyer. Right in the hospital café, a contract was drafted in front of her. According to the contract, as long as Cora lived with him in the name of husband and wife by day and helped Eason recover his memory, she would receive a reward of 50,000 dollars every day. After signing the contract, Byron immediately paid her 50,000 dollars. Cora counted twice, her mom had been hospitalized for a long time and with this money the medical bills would finally not be overdue. She put away her bank card. “Mr. Hansen, just tell me whatever you need!” Byron stood up and gently reminded her, “Ms. Lane, from now on, you need to change your address.” Cora said at once, “Sure, my dear husband. No problem. Shall we go check on our nephew now, dear?” Three days later, Eason was discharged from the hospital. Cora packed up her things and moved into the villa near the city center with Byron. Actually, at first glance, Cora felt Byron looked familiar, and after thinking back a few times, she finally remembered. After all, this is the same man whose photos are plastered everywhere. Magazines, billboards and social media. One magazine once wrote “The hottest and most eligible bachelor, Byron Hansen. Who shall take home the gold?”  Cora never thought that one day she would have this kind of relationship with Byron. All the way, Eason sat in the back seat of the car, with a smile on his face, looking at her and Byron. “Cora, you and my uncle are so sweet.” “Thank you.” Cora replied to him with a complex mood. Just three days ago, she saw him with Mia in bed with her own eyes. In no time, he happily sat behind her and called her aunt. Cora couldn’t think about it anymore. She just hoped Byron could arrange everything properly. On the first night of moving into the villa, Cora rolled up her bedding and moved into Byron’s room. The room was lit with warm yellow light. He had a pair of glasses perched on his nose, and he was sitting at the desk flipping through a book. She glanced roughly at it. The book title was composed of several obscure unfamiliar terms, probably some kind of literature about economics. Seeing the blanket Cora was holding in her hands, he raised an eyebrow and set down the book he was holding. “Cora, we were just acting, and you didn’t have to do this.” Cora took a deep breath and spoke in a harsh tone. “Do you think I want to? Mr. Hansen, Eason kept asking me all night if sleeping in separate rooms with you means our relationship is not good. I couldn’t answer him.” Eason was now living in the villa because of his injury, and Cora became the only hostess of the villa. Eason told her that Byron was charming and fickle and that many women wanted to replace her position as Mrs. Hansen. In the end, Eason’s eyes were red. He stubbornly looked at me, saying, “Aunt, you must firmly hold onto my uncle’s heart.” Cora didn’t know before that Eason cared about his uncle so much. Byron rubbed his forehead and nodded. “Understood. I’ll go take a shower.” Cora stood by the bed, holding the blanket. No one mentioned that she needed to have sex with him! Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Byron came out of the bathroom.  His hair was still dripping water, and there were droplets hanging from his eyelashes. Cora’s brain was a bit slow for a moment, and her gaze kept moving downward until she noticed the abs. Byron looked down at her, his pupils filled with an inexplicable expression. He suddenly touched her lips with his thumb in a sexy way as if he wanted to use his finger to part her lips and put them into her mouth. Cora remembered that night he had never kissed her. Suddenly, Byron chuckled lightly and said, “I’ll let you stay here, and I’ll sleep in the guest room.” Cora immediately rolled up in the blanket and went to bed, falling asleep as soon as she laid her head down. The next day, when she woke up, it was already bright outside. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned as she walked towards the nearby restroom. However, as soon as Cora opened the door, she bumped right into Byron. Thinking about the ambiguous scene last night, Cora awkwardly smiled and said, “Mr. Hansen, aren’t you going to the office today?” He looked at her with a smile in his eyes and didn’t move. Cora dodged him and turned to avoid him, wanting to go wash up. Byron curled his lips and suddenly lifted her up, throwing her onto the bed. Cora struggled to get up and stared at him warily. “There is no such clause in the contract!” He stood by the bed, looking down at her with a slight smirk on his lips. “Ms. Lane, remember to accept my friend application when you have time,” he said. With these words, Byron let go of her and walked away without looking back. Cora lay in bed for a while and picked up her phone. As expected, there was a new friend application on WhatsApp. Afterwards, Byron didn’t say a word and just gave her an address without any explanation. It turned out…to be her home. To be exact, it was Eason’s house now. Byron had already cleared away all traces of her there three days ago. “Eason said he wanted to go back to his own house to take a look, but I have clients to meet and can’t leave. Could you please accompany him, Ms. Lane?” When Cora stood at Eason’s doorstep, she felt very conflicted. Three days ago, she stood here and heard Eason and Mia having sex. But now, Eason was standing innocently beside her. “Cora! Open the door.” Eason saw her standing there, urging her to quickly take the keys and help him open the door. Cora opened the door in a complicated mood and saw Mia sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at her with a disdainful expression. “Why are you here?” Cora said to Mia with a cold face. She replied with a fake smile, “Why couldn’t I come here? By the way, didn’t you hear that day? I even picked the gift at the door up for you.” Cora held back her disgust and pulled Eason into the door, pointing at Mia and introducing her to him, “She is your new girlfriend.” Mia looked at her with a smile. “Cora, I didn’t expect you to be so sensible. You should have known long ago that Eason’s family is not a match for you.”She was speaking while preparing to hold Eason’s hand. But Eason directly shook Mia’s hand off and turned his head towards Cora, looking confused. “Aunt, I don’t know her. She looks like a Shrek！”

“What?!” Mia’s face turned red and glared at Eason. “What do you call her, Eason? Aunt?” In the midst of Mia’s exaggerated screams, it suddenly dawned on Cora that Eason didn’t remember anything about him and Mia now! “He is right. I am his aunt now, Mrs. Hansen. Yes, that’s right. Byron Hansen is now my husband.” Cora turned around, smiled, then took out her phone in Mia’s shocked and angry gaze, and dialed Byron’s number. “Honey, I took our nephew back to his house, but someone had broken into the house. Oh, you’re coming over? Then we’ll wait for you here.” Cora finished complaining in a coquettish manner, closed her phone, and looked at Mia. “Aren’t you leaving yet? Do you want me to call the police?” Mia sneered and walked up to Eason as if she were the queen of the house. She even held his hand.  “Cora, don’t lie to me.I thought you’d be crying your eyes out somewhere now. Didn’t your Dad kill himself? What are you doing here?” Eason wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mia didn’t let him do so. He could only sneak a peek at Cora. “You was never my girlfriend….” Mia was so angry that she stamped her feet. “What are you talking about? Eason, what the hell is wrong with you？！” Cora gave a cold snort, “Eason was right. why didn’t he agree to go out with you back in college? Because he told me he’d rather die than go out with you.”  “Yes！I remember my girlfriend was a beauty. she was clearly looked like my aunt…” Eason muttered to himself, and Cora listened in astonishment.  Mia was shaking with anger, “I finally figured it out. It’s all because you look like Jan…..”She said as she was about to raise her hand to slap Cora.  But just then, a man’s dignified voice came over. “Stop!” When Cora looked up in shock, she saw that Byron was standing right behind her!  He was wearing a tailored black suit, and his height and legs were stunning. “Uncle Byron, this girl is Eason’s ex-girlfriend. She was pretending to be your wife！What a terrible person!” Mia was the first to come back to her senses. The first thing she did was slander Cora. Cora was ready to face explanations from Byron, but to her surprise he said,  “She is indeed my wife, so you’re trespassing on house to question this?” This time, it wasn’t just Cora who was stunned. Even Mia looked at Byron in surprise. “This intruder, are you going to let me call the police to throw you out?” Mia stormed off in frustration, attempting to grab Eason’s hand and question him before leaving, but Eason just shrugged her off. *** Cora huddled in the passenger seat of the Maybach, feeling Byron’s smooth driving skills, her mind in a jumble. She looked at Eason thoughtfully, wondering why he thought she was his aunt. The car was silent, and Byron turned to Cora and asked, “So, who’s the woman?” “Eason’s…new girlfriend.” There was a red light ahead. He hit the brake, with one hand on the steering wheel, turning his head to look at her with a slight curve at the corner of his lips. “So, you came to me that night because Eason cheated on you?” “…” Cora closed her eyes in despair, pretending to sleep, and unknowingly fell into a deep sleep. When they got home, Byron thought Cora was still asleep and gently carried her out of the car. He carried her upstairs and turned into the corridor.  When Eason couldn’t see them, Cora couldn’t hold it anymore and opened her eyes. Byron was looking down at her. Cora awkwardly smiled and prepared to jump out of his arms. “Thank you. I’ll go back to my room by myself.” But his eyes darkened, and instead, he held her chin and prepared to lower his head to kiss her. Cora heard footsteps coming closer from a distance. That kiss ultimately didn’t land on her lips, only gently brushing past one side of her cheek. Byron pressed her head against his shoulder and turned to look at Eason, who had a surprised expression on his face. “I’m tired. I’ll take a break here for a while.” Eason nodded and continued to go upstairs. Cora stifled a laugh on Byron’s shoulder and said, “That was close. You almost kissed your nephew’s ex-girlfriend right in front of him, didn’t you?” “…” Byron held her head, his tone carrying a hidden warning. “Do you think I dare not kiss you?” Cora dared not speak anymore, silently burying her head in his arms.  She watched as he entered the room step by step and steadily placed her on the bed. Byron turned around and prepared to return to the guest room. But suddenly he turned back to look at her, saying, “Cora.” Cora smiled obsequiously and said, “What can I do for you, Mr. Hansen?” He furrowed his brows slightly and unexpectedly asked, “Are you short of money?” Cora was stunned for a moment and did not think there was anything to hide. “Yes, I am.” “How much do you need?” “More than 50K.” Byron took out his checkbook, wrote a string of numbers on a check, and handed it to Cora. Cora looked at the check for 100K and pushed it back to him after hesitating for a while. “I can’t accept this.” Other than these days, they’ve never spoken to each other. They are practically strangers.  If she took his money now… it’d make her feel like he’s only giving it to her for sex.  … Byron seemed very surprised by her refusal. He stared at the check for a few seconds before taking it back. Cora then asked, “But maybe you can give me some advice? Do you know how I can make some cash fast?”  Byron looked at her with a half smile, “all the ways to make fast cash are written in the law books.”  Cora smiled awkwardly and said, “Right.” If she went to jail, her mother’s treatment fees would be even more of a problem. Just as Cora was regretting rejecting the money, Byron suddenly asked, “What if I get you a job?” “Okay. But I have to work in the hospital Monday to Friday. Can you give me a part time gig?” “The lounge we were at that night… go to Spire 73 to work in the evening,” he said. … At nightfall, in Spire 73, the favorite leisure and entertainment place of the rich young men in the city.  “Byron, how does it feel to be harassed by your nephew’s fiancee?” Byron’s good friend, Harry, was wearing a flowery shirt, drinking and chatting with him. Byron knew that Harry was referring to Cora. He took a sip of wine and said, “Engagement is off. What fiancée?” “That’s true, and damn. That Cora Lane, she’s really something. Rarely do I see a girl with a good face, big breasts AND a fat ass. I bet a lot of people would want to tap that now that she’s single.” Words travel fast, especially in the “rich crowd”. By now, everyone knew about Cora Lane’s fall from grace and that her engagement with Eason Patton was over.  When Harry said, “I bet a lot of people would want to tap that” he was specifically looking at Byron. He had exactly three hickies on his neck.  A week ago, he had organized a party for Byron to appear in Spire 73. That was why when Byron left Spire 73 with Cora, Harry had seen the entire thing. Even though he was grabbing the ass of a russian model, he saw from the corner of his eyes how Byron took Cora’s hand and headed towards the elevators.  They were both adults. It was easy to know what would happen after they left the bar together. Harry nudged Byron, “so, how does it feel to sleep with the same girl your nephew slept with?”   Byron ignored Harry, but the more Byron ignored him the more interested he became.  “Come on!! Man, talk to me. How was it?”  Byron coldly looked at Harry and just said one word, “no”  But because of Harry’s question, his mind took him back to the night before…  Cora moaning beneath him, then her legs shaking when he took her from behind. Harry was right, she did have a perfect body. When he thrusted from behind he held on to her tiny waist and watched as her plump butt swallowed his shaft.  The air seemed to have suddenly become thinner. Byron quietly pulled open his collar a little. “Aww come on man, you’re no fun…” Harry was very open about relations between men and women. He had seen Cora at the dinner party once, it was a long time ago but he still remembered the blue satin dress she wore. It accentuated her curves, and even someone like him who’s been with countless women, wanted a taste…  But at that time, Eason was her fiance and he watched her closely, making sure no man went anywhere near her.  Now that the Lane family had been torn apart and the Patton family had drawn a clear line between them, Harry was eager to give it a try. But Byron suddenly interrupted him. “Maybe I’ll tell you next time.” “Next time? There’s going to be a next time? Don’t say I didn’t warn you, what if Jane finds out?” Harry was shocked Byron would actually think about a “next time”.  Normally, these types of things would be a one and done, especially for Byron who has a girl his family picked out for him. Jane was the “approved bride”, she came from an impeccable family and had great looks. She’s also a doctor with a kind heart, a rarity in their world. He suddenly remembered that jane and cora looked alike from many angles, did that mean… “Why should I care if Jane finds out?” “Wait what? I thought you’d marry Jane!” Before Harry could blurt it out, he saw Cora coming into the lounge.  “Oh shit, she looks good…” Harry exclaimed. Byron turned around and looked in the direction of Harry’s gaze and saw that stunning figure…

Cora started her first shift as a promoter.  “Sir, would you like to try this new cocktail? It’s delicious.” Cora smiled, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth were lively and intoxicating. This was the part-time job that Byron had gotten for her—promoting different alcohol. The clients were nearly all men, and they looked at her with lustful eyes, “You want us to order the drinks you promote?” “Then show us why we should buy it,” another chimed in with a laugh.  A bald guy with greasy looking fingers got up and poured 10 shots of patron. “Come on, if you can drink with us, we’ll order a few bottles from you.” “I can’t hold my liquor. I’m really sorry.” After drinking a few glasses of wine last night, she had sex with Byron. Alcohol tolerance was not her strong point.  Cora wanted to give up on this table so she smiled and got ready to leave.  Unexpectedly, the several male guests there refused to let her go. “Come on, this is how you treat your clients?” Spire 73 was famous for its hot bartenders and waitresses. That’s another reason why so many men come to this place.  However, just as they were about to put their hands on Cora, a cold male voice rang out. “What are you doing?” Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man’s eyes seemed to be as cold as an iceberg. “Mr. Hansen!” Almost all the people who came here to entertain themselves were rich young men from New York. Most of them knew Byron Hansen.  When Cora saw Byron, she was a bit surprised.  One young man tried to play it off, “we were just messing with her, we meant no harm.”  Looking at those people coldly, Byron said, “You are not qualified to do such a thing. Get lost.” His tone sounded casual, but his innate arrogance and powerful aura suddenly reminded the people present that Spire 73 was also the property of the Hansen family. “Mr. Hansen, I’m sorry. We crossed the line.” “Mr. Hansen, it won’t happen again.” They hurriedly apologized. … However, Byron didn’t listen to them. He only gloomily ordered the bar manager, who had heard the news and rushed over, “Throw these people out. Sue them for sexual harassment, and never allow them into any Hansen Group establishment ever again.”  The seemingly casual order made the several men weak in the knees.  Almost all of the top-notch leisure and entertainment establishments in New York belonged to the Hansen Group. If they were barred from those places from now on, how could they have the face to stay in the social circle of the new rich young men in New York in the future? How could they maintain their contacts? They kept apologizing and begging for mercy, hoping that Mr. Hansen would take pity on them. Unfortunately, the man ignored them, and the manager immediately asked the bouncers to escort them out.  After those people were kicked out, Byron didn’t even look at Cora. He simply went back to where he was sitting before.  Cora caught up with him because she wanted to thank him.  “For what happened just now, I’d like to thank you for your help.” After thanking him, Cora nodded politely at Harry sitting at the side. Cora behaved in a gracious manner and did not lose the demeanor that a daughter of a rich and powerful family should have. Harry nodded back with a smile.  Harry suddenly understood why Byron had ignored his relationship with Eason and slept with Cora.  But at this moment, Byron ignored her. However, Cora’s eyes landed on Byron’s hand. It was bleeding.  “Are you injured? Let me help you take care of it.” Although she didn’t know how Byron had gotten injured, he had helped her just now. What’s more, Cora is a doctor, she can’t just turn a blind eye to someone with an injury.  Harry glanced at Byron, he distinctly remembers Byron shattering a wine glass with his hands when he saw those men harass Cora.  Harry’s eyes darted between Cora and Byron, how interesting.  *** Cora called the manager over and asked for a first aid kit. Then, she took Byron’s hand and began to deal with it. Harry tried saying hi to Cora but she was fully focused on Byron’s wound. This was her natural instinct as a doctor.  Although Byron ignored Cora, he didn’t stop her from treating his wound. “The wound looks a little deep. Try not to touch any water in the next two days.” Cora carefully dressed Byron’s wound and did not forget to remind him. She thought that Byron would ignore her as before. After saying that, she got up to leave. Unexpectedly, Byron suddenly asked, “Do you know how to drive?” Cora was stunned momentarily before she realized Byron was talking to her. “Yes, but…” Cora mostly took the subway to get around the city, she rarely drove.  But before she could finish, Byron handed over the car key and said, “Drive me home.” Cora wanted to refuse, but when she saw the gauze wrapped around his hand, she realized that it’s not convenient for him to drive.  He also helped her three times in one day, best to return a little favor.  In the end, Cora took the car key. Harry watched the two of them leave, muttering to himself, “I guess there really is going to be a next time…”  … Cora’s never driven a four hundred thousand dollar car before. Heck, she’s never driven anything other than a toyota.  But it’s all the same right? Just brakes and gas pedal. Cora thought. However, as soon as she drove through an intersection, Byron, who had been casually sitting in the passenger seat just now, suddenly looked serious. Cora mistook the accelerator for the brake and ran a red light. She almost bumped into a car crossing the road, causing traffic jams. “How did you pass your driver’s test?” “It’s been awhile!” Cora said after taking a deep breath.  The sound of other cars honking their horns filled the air.  Cora had to stepped on the brake, parked the car by the road. She began to feel embarrassed and turned to look at Byron. Byron looked back at her. Cora didn’t know if it was because of the light, but she felt that Byron’s gaze was much more profound than before. Suddenly he unfastened his seatbelt, leaned over, and stared straight at me. “Cora, I want to you…” Byron’s words were concise and carried an irresistible deterrence. Even Cora understood what this meant.  “Mr. Hansen…” Cora should have refused. It was not a good thing to be close to Eason’s uncle. If other people found out about their relationship, she worried that her reputation would be ruined, and her job would become a problem. But tonight, she didn’t want to refuse. Even if this crazy of mind was unrealistic, she still wanted to grasp this moment of crazy. “Didn’t you want to me?” Byron whispered in her ear. He put his hand on her breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Cora felt this feeling for the first time and took a deep breath with joy. It was quiet in the car. All she could hear was her own faint moaning. But her moans only encouraged Byron. He lifted her onto his lap, bent down, and sucked on her nipple hard. His other hand found its way down there and delved deep inside, and then he swiftly thrust its fingers in and out. At the same time, his penis was gently rubbing against her vagina. Cora’s thighs trembled, and her groans were loud and clear. “Please… Please don’t do it here… Byron,” she cried. She felt a sense of nervousness deep inside her, but at the same time, she was also very excited. Byron paused for a moment upon hearing his name being called out from her lips.  He withdrew his hand and began to undo his belt. “Baby, call my name one more time.” This time, he entered in. And Cora had no strength to respond to him anymore because she was so wet and drained by desire. His thrusts even made the luxury car shake and creak. At this moment, Cora felt like part of him, with only moans coming out of her mouth. Finally, as Byron came, Cora let out a scream and her whole body trembled. His mobile phone suddenly rang. Byron caressed her back and took a glance, only to see that it was Eason’s call. He suddenly regained his composure, picked up the phone, and his expression quickly turned cold and stern. Cora panted slightly as laying on top of Byron. “What’s wrong?” she asked with a frown. He hung up the phone and looked at her deeply. “Eason’s in trouble.”

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When I first met my boyfriend’s twin, he asked, “Can you tell us apart?” Back then, I nodded confidently. Later, they blindfolded me and made me guess. If I got it wrong, I’d get punished…

I brought a man home—handsome but amnesiac. I told him he was my fiancé, and he believed me. But then his memory returned. Guess what? He was a millionaire! However, he left without looking back. Two years later, we met again. He suddenly grabbed me, wild-eyed. “Where did you go?” he rasped.

Ten years after my stepbrother Elric disappeared, I met him at underground auction. I was the auction item, while he was my buyer. But he didn’t seem to recognize me. *** Others call him Draven Rodriguez. Draven is the Mafia boss of the Chicago underground. He hooked my chin with the tip of his boots, just like looking at a cargo. I cried tentatively: “…… Elric?” He didn’t look back, just told his subordinates to take me to his house. It’s like he doesn’t know me at all. But I still didn’t give up, with a louder voice, called again: “Elric！” The one who answered me was the gun on my forehead. His tone was casual: “Don’t mistake me for anyone else again, I will send you to hell. ” I didn’t know how dangerous I was until that moment. Draven’s subordinates took me to a mountain villa. The empty room, as if no one had ever lived here. “ What’s your name? ” Draven asked me. “……Liora。” “Help me undress,” he said. He lifted his arm, and the dagger and the gun around his waist seemed within reach. But I don’t know, this is a trap. I took the opportunity of unbuttoning his shirt to grab his gun and point it at his temple. “Let me go,” I said. I was supposed to be the one threatening him, and yet, my hands trembled in fear as I held onto the gun. On the other hand, Draven reached out calmly and grasped my cold wrist. “Do you know how to use a gun? Would you like me to teach you?” he asked. He snatched it forcefully, and I let go of the gun in pain. As soon as he got hold of the gun, he pointed it at my throat. He placed his finger on the trigger, then talked to me nonchalantly. He said, “You see, you’ll have to do this to succeed in threatening someone. Open the drawer and wrap the metal chain around your neck, or else…” He pressed the tip of the gun on my throat as he smiled with squinted eyes. “I’ll blow your throat up,” he warned. Since then, Draven has chained me up in the garden for three whole days. On the third night of my sleeping out here, Chicago started to rain heavily. I was drenched in rainwater within minutes. I hugged my knees and curled up by the wall next to me. After a very long time, I heard a sound and looked up. Draven stood in front of me without an umbrella as he looked down at me. Despite being wet from the rain, his exquisite features were handsome as usual, and his gaze was sharp and penetrating. “Do you admit your mistake?” he asked. He raised his eyebrow, then chuckled. “Come give me a kiss, and I’ll let you return to your room.” I was at a loss for words. I knew that he was just trying to tame me, but I felt dizzy from being exposed to the rain, and my stomach ached as well. Therefore, I stood up slowly and walked towards him shakily. I held onto his shoulders as I tiptoed and planted my lips on his. Draven’s pupils darkened as he took a glance at me. He then carried me into his arms and strode into the room. He sure was a person who loved trouble. The sex with him was a mixture of torture and pleasure. After that, I had a fever and lay in bed unconscious for days. During my illness, I dreamt a lot. The dream is all Elric without exception. My brother, Elric.

Elric Frank was my stepbrother, the son of the woman whom my dad was remarried to. Unlike the fairytales, she had never been cruel to me. She treated us fairly and even treated me better than she treated her own son in some cases. “Liora is a girl, we have to look after her well,” she said. Apart from Aunt Frank, my stepmother, Elric adhered to this rule very strictly as well. I always thought that even if I had a biological brother, he couldn’t possibly have treated me as well as Elric did. He’s just one year older than me. But when I was young, I was weak, timid, and soft-hearted. Elric had to protect me so that I wouldn’t get bullied. Elric had a deep, dark-colored scar on his back that he got from getting cut in a fight to protect me. Back then, so much blood flowed out of his wound that I sobbed in fear. Elric, who had been injured in the fight, had to console me instead. I used to believe that our family would’ve lived happily together forever. But life was full of mishaps. When I was fourteen, Elric went missing all of a sudden. My father and Aunt Frank made a police report. The police searched through the entire city, but couldn’t seem to find any trace of him at all. Our neighbors advised us that Elric wouldn’t be able to return anymore.They told my parents that they at least had a daughter left, who would be able to accompany them when they were old. Without saying much, my father resigned from his job and began his never-ending search. Aunt Frank no longer looked at me with loving eyes. Instead, she always glared at me with hatred. “If Elric hadn’t gone all the way there to buy that for you, he wouldn’t have gone missing,” she said. I couldn’t refuse. That was because I was the one who had said that there was a new bakery. I said that most of my classmates had gotten to try it, and that they said that cake tasted great. Elric had always doted on me. After finishing his homework, he saw that it wasn’t too late yet and rode his bicycle out to buy it for me. And he never came back after that. As we’ve never found Elric after that, Aunt Frank’s mental and physical health started to deteriorate at great speed. She passed away when I was twenty. My father was involved in a car accident during one of his search trips, and passed away during that accident as well. I buried my father’s ashes next to Aunt Frank’s in the Mausoleum. After returning home, I hung the third portrait on the wall. Yes, I’ve always thought that if Elric were still alive after so many years, he would’ve been able to return to see me with his smarts. Even if it was just for a second. But unexpectedly, after being sedated by the vagabond who asked me for help, I was transported to the underground auction by a human trafficking team. Here, I met a person who looked exactly like him. But that person was called Draven Rodriguez. And he didn’t know me at all. Technically speaking, they were completely different in terms of personality as well. Nevertheless, he is very keen to play my stepbrother. It was as if that title could make his experience even more enjoyable during affectionate times. Sometimes, he pulled my wrists above my head and chuckled as his warm breath spread across my neck. “Come, tell me, did your stepbrother treat you like this too?” he asked when thrusting. At first, I suspected that he was pretending that he wasn’t Elric, or had perhaps lost his memory, so I tested him multiple times. I stayed in the kitchen for the entire afternoon and cooked a bowl of Elric’s favorite noodle soup, then carried it out of the kitchen with hands covered in wounds. I patched up the torso of his jacket with a kitten-shaped felt pad. He flipped the bowl of noodle soup over, and then tore the kitten-shaped felt pad off of his jacket with a smile. Next, he ordering his men to lock me up in the enclosed attic, where the door and windows were bolted shut. “Liora, I do not like it when you see me as someone else,” he said. It was hot in the summer, and the airflow in the attic was terrible. When I was released from the attic after two days, I had already fainted from dehydration. Draven gave me a kiss, then fed me some water before letting it trickle onto the ground. “Liora, did you know that the sight of you being weak gets me excited?” he said. He talked to me as if I were really a kitten, and his goal was to tame me. Elric never did that to me. In the past, even if I were merely suffering from a mild cold, he’d prepare medications and hot water for me, and forbid me from eating spicy foods or drinking cold drinks. But soon, my persistence subsided when I noticed Draven’s back after he took a shower that day. His skin was fair due to being shaded from the sunlight. There were two newly formed scars on his back, but the old, dark scar was nowhere to be seen. He truly wasn’t Elric. At that moment, I lost all of my hope and energy.

I tried escaping once. I even took off one of the earrings that Draven had given me and gave it to a youngster, then told him to bring me to the nearest police station. That youngster looked pure and innocent. And yet, he took me to a local brothel instead. When Draven entered the brothel with his men, I was dressed in a set of revealing clothes and tied up by the corner, as if I were a product to be sold again. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of his bloodstained shoes. Seeing that the situation seemed dangerous, the youngster turned around and ran away. Draven tilted his head, then shot his back without hesitating. With a “bang”, blood and flesh were splattered everywhere. Draven took the earring that had been soaked in blood out of his pocket, then kicked his body away as if it were rubbish. He walked towards me, then squatted down in front of me. “Afraid? Did you think that I’ve been too cruel for killing him?” he asked. He smiled, then reached out and wiped off the cheap lipstick on my lips. “Did you know that he had taken the lives of two children younger than him?” he asked. My teeth trembled as my throat tightened. I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word. Draven didn’t untie the rope around me. Instead, he lifted me up and threw me into the bedroom in the same position. “A bad kitten needs to be ‘punished’,” he said when unbuckling his belt. It was at that moment that I realized how large Draven’s area of influence was. I had been acting under his watchful eye throughout the whole process of escaping. He had allowed me to run away so that I would realize that I wouldn’t be able to leave this place without his protection. The only way for me to survive was to obey him. …… “Liora has been a good girl lately,” he said. Draven’s voice made me return to my senses. He kissed my ears and neck gently. “A good kitten deserves a treat. Valentine’s day is coming soon, what gift would you like?” I looked downwards and said softly, “I want to go boat rowing.” Back when we were in elementary school, apart from the gifts we would receive during the holidays, Elric and I looked forward to the boat-rowing events the most every year. There was a flock of swans in the center of the lake in the city garden. Every time I went boat-rowing, I always carried a pack of bread in my backpack, then tore them into pieces before feeding the swans. They were usually held during the hot afternoons in summer. The weather was scorching, but it was cooling on the surface of the lake. I would lean against Elric’s shoulder and fall asleep unconsciously. At the mention of that Draven’s expression didn’t change at all. Nevertheless, his hand, which was stroking my hair a second ago, froze in the air. On Valentine’s Day, he actually took me boat-rowing. No, it was more like boat riding. He helped me onto the boat with a few of his men, and we took the boat across the river to discuss a collaboration with his ex-opponent. They wanted to join forces to import more illegal firearms into the country. The location of their negotiation was a luxurious private manor. When we passed by a water fountain with a statue on top, I couldn’t help but take a few more glances at it. Draven wrapped his arms around me when he noticed me looking at it. “Are you interested in these things?” he asked with raised eyebrows. I answered softly, “I went to art school at the university.” He extended his arm and patted my head. “When we get back, I’ll get you a set of painting supplies. You can busy yourself with them when I’m not home, okay?” As soon as we arrived at the hall, he took a seat on the sofa calmly, then turned around and whispered, “Sit closer to me, do not leave my sight.” Draven was rarely ever so gentle to me. These were the moments when I couldn’t help but associate him with the Elric I knew. Until the mafia boss on the other side, who had a scar on his face, called Sam Miller, told his henchmen to bring someone forward. It was a woman. It was a pitiful-looking woman who had watery eyes and was garbed in a white dress.

Sam pinched the woman’s waist before dipping his head into her neck and sniffing hard. “Smells nice.” The woman was in tears. She remained silent as she stared at Draven. Sam snickered viciously. “It seems that you’re enjoying your new woman very much, Draven. You haven’t forgotten about your old lover, have you?” Draven tightened his grip around my waist. But the expression on his face remained unchanged. “What do you want?” “Apart from the conditions that we’ve agreed on, I want half of the profits as well. I’ll also need my men to be a part of the main network,” the boss said. Draven squinted his eyes and took a short glance at him. “Deal.” The woman was pushed over, she rushed towards Draven and fell into his arms, as if she were a butterfly with broken wings. Nonetheless, Draven didn’t push her away. He let go of my waist and used his hands to grab onto her shoulders. I was stunned as I watched the scene. We’ve been so intimate all this time, and yet, I didn’t know… anything about Draven. Perhaps it was because Draven was willing to compromise, and the subsequent negotiations went smoothly. Sam even took Draven and his men to see their newly established firearms warehouse and invited them to stay the night there. “To be honest, Draven, this situation here is complicated and chaotic. However, I see the potential in you. You’re young, and you treat your relationships with importance. I’m willing to trust only you when it comes to collaborations,” he said. Draven placed his wine glass down in agreement. Sam arranged two rooms for us, then gave Draven an ambiguous wink. As expected, Draven did not return to our room after dinner. I lay in bed alone until midnight, when the door opened all of a sudden, With the beam of light that shone through the crack of the door, I squinted my eyes as I took a look. The familiar figure walked forward and lay down next to me. Draven hugged me from the back as he pressed his lips onto my ear and whispered, “Why aren’t you asleep yet, kitten? Have you been waiting for your owner to return?” His warm breath diffused across my ear, and there was an unfamiliar fragrance coming from his body. I kept quiet for a moment, then asked, “When are we going back?” He chuckled, then turned me over before hugging me tighter. “You kept wanting to leave that place back then. Now that I’ve brought you out, you’re thinking of going back already?” he asked. “I don’t like this place, and I don’t like… the smell of your body,” I replied. The bedside lamp was turned on all of a sudden. I was startled by the bright light. Draven grabbed onto my wrists, then leaned closer as he stared into my eyes. “Are you jealous, my little kitten?” he asked. I drank some red wine during the dinner banquet. Perhaps it was because I was a little tipsy from the alcohol, but I pounced forward and wrapped my arms around his waist. I didn’t say a single word. Nevertheless, Draven laughed happily. He held onto my hands as he kissed my lips. “Alright, we’ll go back tomorrow.” …… The next day, we left Sam’s firearm warehouse. The woman in white came with us. I heard her name from Draven. Her name was Eden Connelly. We took the boat back again. Eden felt sick from the boat ride and came knocking on our door with a pale complexion. Draven straightened my messed-up clothes, then got up and opened the door. “What do you need?” he asked. From my angle, I noticed Eden looking up at Draven with a pitiful gaze. “Draven, I feel sick.” “Go get some rest if you’re feeling sick. The journey isn’t that long,” he said. After that, he closed the door impatiently, but a fair hand tugged on his sleeve. “I’ll do it.” Eden said, “I’ll do what you asked the last time.” I watched as Draven paused and left the room with her. I didn’t know what they talked about. Upon returning, Eden moved into the manor I was locked up in. Perhaps to compensate me, Draven actually bought me an entire set of painting supplies and sent his men to clean up the study room on the second floor for me as well. “Don‘t go out for no reason，But you can paint here instead,” he said. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be very busy these days. You’ll have to be a good girl, okay?” I looked down. “Are you worried that I’d bully her?” Despite having my head lowered, I could sense the cold aura coming from him. “Don’t make me angry, Liora,” he said. With a smirk, he said with an unbothered gaze, “Stay in your room and be good. Don’t offend her, okay?” As soon as Draven left, I finally understood why he had said that. When I was painting in the study room, Eden walked in all of a sudden. With me being the only person there, she didn’t seem weak or pitiful at all. Instead, she looked at my painting haughtily, then snickered. “Pretending to be artistic, huh?” I didn’t respond and focused on mixing the colors on my palette. She rushed towards me, then slapped the paintbrush away from my hand. “I’ve seen plenty of women like you. After being sold to a place like this, you have no choice but to seduce a man to survive,” she scorned. With her arms wrapped around her chest, she snorted coldly. “Unfortunately, you’ve chosen the wrong man. Do you know that Draven and I are about to get married soon?” I didn’t know what to say. I stared at the bits of paint on her clean, white dress as I remained silent. “Once we get married, I’ll get him to gift you to his lowly subordinates as a reward. All of his past women ended up like this, and you’ll soon join their ranks,” she said. I stared at her chin. Suddenly, I smiled as I said, “Are you threatening me, or are you trying to convince yourself?” “You!” she yelled. Eden was furious. She kicked my easel to the ground, then stomped out of the room. I don’t know what she told Draven, but he came back to the manor that night. When Draven came in, I was getting changed into my pajamas next to the bed. “You sure are adding to my troubles, Liora,” he said. His leather shoes made deep thuds as they were pressed against the ground. He squatted down in front of me, then stared at me. “I told you not to offend her, why did you flip her things over on purpose?” I was at a loss for words. She was the one who did it to me, and yet, she pretended to be the victim. Before I could explain, Draven took his gun out and pointed it at my forehead. “If I kill you now, you’ll stop adding to my troubles, won’t you?” he said. His tone was nonchalant as usual, and it seemed to contain a hint of joy. Nevertheless, I could see that he meant it from his cold and dark eyes. After a moment of silence, I closed my eyes and said with a trembling voice, “Go ahead.” “Once you kill me, you’ll be able to marry her without any troubles,” I said. The gun that was pointed at my forehead was moved away. I opened my eyes, and caught sight of Draven’s inexplicable gaze. “Liora.” I moved my shaking arms behind my back, then smiled in tears. “Isn’t it easier to get rid of a kitten and get a new one?” Draven went quiet. He stared at my face under the bright light. Some emotions started to fade from his eyes, while new emotions emerged. After a long time, he placed his gun back into the holster before standing up. He placed his hand on my head, and stroked my hair as if he were trying to comfort me. “You’re not a kitten, you’re my dear Liora,” he said. As I indulged in the warmth coming from my head, I closed my eyes. At that moment, I truly wished that he was Elric, that he hadn’t got lost, and that I hadn’t gotten sold to a place like this. I wished that he had returned safely with the cake when I was fourteen. But when I opened my eyes, I only felt the coldness of the gun beneath me. The person in front of me is Draven.

Draven left the next day. Their collaboration with Sam went smoothly, and they had already smuggled two batches of illegal firearms into the country through both the old and new routes. Apart from that, a batch of women who were in their twenties was being secretly smuggled into the country as well. Human trafficking and illegal firearms seemed like ordinary businesses when he talked about them. Meanwhile, it’s been a long time since Eden last came to seek trouble with me. Nonetheless, she glared at me resentfully every time she saw me. I guessed that she was probably dissatisfied because she had tattled on me to Draven and made him return on purpose, but he didn’t do anything to punish me. That afternoon, I was painting in the garden when I dropped one of the earrings that Draven had given to me. At night, I went to the garden to look for it after noticing my earlobe was naked. And noticed that Eden was making a call by the entrance of the basement. She spoke softly, probably because she knew that Draven’s men were in the manor. “No, I want forty percent of it.” She said, “Are you kidding me? You know how terrifying Draven can be, I’m taking such a huge risk by staying by his side… who’s that?” She looked up abruptly, then took a glance with her sharp gaze as she ended the call cautiously. I hid on the balcony between the first and second floors. Suddenly, I realized something. I climbed up and entered the manor through the window, then dashed towards my bedroom as fast as I could. As soon as I was tucked in my bed, Eden opened the door and barged into the room. She stared at me as she snickered coldly, then left the room without saying anything. A few days later, Draven returned. Eden started to pretend to be weak and fragile in front of him again. After the meal, she began attacking me. “Draven…” she said. She bit her lip as she stared at me. “Have you never suspected that she could be an undercover spy that someone else has sent?” Draven raised his eyebrow. “Hmm?” “When I left the manor to buy some flowers two days ago, I ran into her giving a man a thick stack of letters,” she said. With tears in her eyes, Eden added, “You said that you and Sam faced some problems when importing the third batch of products, so I thought that… there’s probably a traitor here.” Draven turned towards me as he placed his hand on the gun holster around his waist. “Is that so, Liora?” He had an exquisite pair of eyes, and his brow ridge was slightly high. When he was focused, his gaze was as dark as the night sky, as if it could see through all of the lies in the world. I looked at the gun in his hand in a daze for a few seconds, and laughed. “Indeed, I gave someone a stack of paper,” I said. I added gently, “They were paintings. I painted some paintings of you, and wanted to get someone to frame them up as gifts for you.” “That’s nonsense!” Eden screamed. I looked towards her once again. “She’s the one who has been betraying you. I heard her talking to someone on the phone, saying that it was a huge risk to stay by your side,” I said. “That’s nonsense! Nonsense! You’re just trying to sow discord!” she shouted. The smile on Draven’s face widened, but his gaze seemed to become colder and colder. It was obvious that he was very dangerous at that moment. Therefore, Eden pounced toward me with a shrill scream. As she moved, I saw the glint of a knife between her fingers. She screamed, “Did you think that lying would be of any use? Do you know that my dad bought him back then? Back when I said that I didn’t like the scar on his body, he…”

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Morning sunlight poured in. Lydia Bell stared at the sleeping man next to her, totally captivated. She traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, up to his Adam’s apple, then paused at his tempting lips. Suddenly, her wrist was caught. Chad Holland’s eyes snapped open. Lydia shivered but quickly smiled brightly. “Good morning, Chad. Or… Uncle Chad?” Uncle?! Chad’s eyes darkened. He instantly pushed Lydia away and sat up. No wonder she looked familiar when she seduced him last night! She was his nephew Brian Holland’s fiancée! “You’ve got guts,” Chad said, getting up irritably. With his back to Lydia, he threw on a robe and then sent his location to his assistant. “So… are you mad?” Lydia sat up slowly, wrapping her arms around Chad from behind. Feigning innocence, she said, “Brian’s been cheating with Eva Bell for ages. To get back at him, I slept with his uncle. Fair, right?” “You’re the first woman to use me,” Chad said coldly. “Aren’t you scared of me?” At 6’7″ with a killer stare, Chad was downright intimidating. As the future head of the Holland family, he was known for being ruthless. But she couldn’t deny last night was unforgettable! Sure, he had a rough edge, but there were surprisingly tender moments too. “Scared? You were amazing last night!” “So, Brian doesn’t do it for you?” Chad smirked, gripping her chin. Lydia scoffed. “He’s too busy with Eva in bed. Why else would I come to you?” She stood on her tiptoes and then kissed Chad, pressing herself against him. Chad felt his body heat up. He couldn’t deny it—this woman was stunning and irresistible! Slowly, a dangerous and alluring aura surrounded him. “Are you sure about this?” His eyes locked onto hers, desire flickering within. “What?” Before she could react, Chad pinned her to the bed, sending a shiver down her spine. “Chad… mmph.” His kiss silenced her. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck. “You asked for it.” Two hours later, Lydia lay exhausted on the bed. Who knew Chad, with his cool exterior, could be so fiery in bed? Something she never experienced with Brian! He always said she was boring and stiff. After years together, they barely kissed. Now here she was, in bed with his uncle! Whoa! Revenge never felt so sweet!

Suddenly, Lydia’s phone rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen- It was Brian. She answered. “Make it quick.” “Where have you been? Eva and I messaged you a ton, but no reply.” Lydia tightened her robe, eyes meeting Chad’s. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets traced down his sculpted abs. Quite the sight! “Oh, missed them. What’s up?” Lydia looked away, casually picking up her clothes from the floor. “My uncle’s back. I’m picking you up for dinner.” Then, Brian hung up before she could respond. Lydia’s heart skipped a beat. “What? Brian’s coming over?” But now wasn’t the time to confront him. She had a bigger plan! She rushed over, blocking Chad and shoving him toward the closet. “Hide, Brian’s coming up!” “What?” Chad’s face darkened. “How dare she make me hide in the closet?” “Ding dong—” The doorbell made Lydia even more anxious. Without a word, she pushed Chad into the largest closet with all her might. “I promise, you’ll be out soon!” she pleaded, hands clasped. Then, she slammed the door shut. Rushing downstairs, she opened the door and was mortified to see Eddy Mogen standing there. What? Not Brian. Chad’s assistant? “Ms. Bell, Mr. Holland asked me to bring him a new outfit,” Eddy said, handing over the bag. Lydia watched as Chad dressed with effortless grace, her heart racing. “Sorry…” Lydia started awkwardly. She hadn’t meant to lock him in the closet. “I’m not interested in you and Brian,” Chad said coldly, finishing up without even looking at her. But Lydia grabbed his arm. “Can you wait a bit? Brian’s almost here.” “You want to hide me in the closet again?” Chad’s tone was icy. Lydia knew he was on the edge of anger, but she felt bolder now. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Chad again, whispering, “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea?” Then, before Chad could react, she darted out. “See you, Uncle!” she called with a mischievous grin. Chad felt a wave of anger. “How many times is she gonna mess with me?” he thought. “She’s got some nerve!”

It was pouring down heavily, causing low visibility on the road. The car was stuck in traffic just two kilometers away. Brian was in a foul mood. When he saw Lydia wearing a turtleneck sweater with her chin tucked in, he couldn’t help but frown. “Are you going in that?” It was only autumn, and it wasn’t the season for high-collar sweaters yet. Although Lydia looked stunning in the sweater, she still looked a bit odd. Thinking about the hickey on her neck left by Chad, Lydia’s lips curled up. “Well, it’s raining. This is for not catching a cold.” “Overly cautious. Make no sense.” Brian’s impatience grew even more. Lydia stroked her collar with her fair fingertips. “Brian, you haven’t been to the company for half a month, have you?” Brian hated she talked to him that way, as if she was superior to everything. “Wherever I go has nothing to do with you.” Brian honked the horn impatiently, feeling that sitting in the same confined space with Lydia was a torment. Then his phone rang. From the corner of her eyes, Lydia noticed that the caller was Eva, her best friend. In contrast to his impatience with Lydia earlier, Brian’s expression suddenly softened. “Eva, are you awake? It’s pouring outside. Don’t go out. Do you have a fever? Is it serious?” His tone shifted from cheerful to concerned, and then to panicked. Lydia didn’t ask any more questions. She absentmindedly played with the hair. Brian cursed twice, hung up the phone, and angrily pounded the steering wheel a few times. Lydia found his behavior funny. She wasn’t upset about his excessive concern for another woman, but rather curious about how he would react if he went upstairs then and discovered the absurd situation between her and his uncle Chad. But Brian was never interested in her, let alone visited her apartment. Thinking of his reaction in the future, Lydia laughed silently. Brian had already pulled out the car keys angrily. Without even holding up his umbrella, he ran directly into the rain. “Not going to the Holland Manor?” Lydia opened the car window and shouted when his figure was about to disappear. “Eva is sick. I’ll go and see her first. She is your friend, after all.” Brian’s voice faded away in the rain. Lydia closed the car window. Her eyes were filled with sarcasm. “Then you must take good care of my friend,” she murmured. Then Lydia sighed. She knew this man was unreliable. Lydia looked at the torrential rain outside, turned her head, and found that Brian had taken away the car keys. She frowned. The car in front had been cleared, but the car she was sitting in was parked in the middle of the road. She soon attracted a lot of scolding. Lydia wanted to find an umbrella to get out of the car but found several used condoms from the seat gap. She felt nauseated. Lydia opened the storage box and saw a limited edition lipstick. It was a gift she had given Eva the last time. There were only 30 pieces in the world. It couldn’t be a coincidence. She knew Eva left it here deliberately. Lydia sneered and closed the storage box again, pretending not to see this blatant provocation. She couldn’t find an umbrella, so she had to get out of the car and stand in the rain. The rain was too heavy. Lydia was soaked instantly. She watched the traffic police ordering people to tow the car away. Poor Lydia stood in the torrential rain with people coming and going, with nowhere to hide. She wiped the rain off her face. She was just about to go to the roadside and saw a black Bentley slowly stop before her. Bentley’s license plate was a series of conspicuous 1, with a small flag next to it. This flag represented that this car could enter and exit any place unimpeded, even if it was a military exclusion zone. Lydia was inwardly amazed, but she recognized the car as Chad’s. She smiled, opened the car door, and got into the back seat. “Chad, what a coincidence.”

Chad was also sitting in the backseat. He gave her a quick glance before looking away, then casually fiddled with the bead bracelet on his wrist. “My nephew Brian doesn’t want you anymore?” What a Lord on Earth! Bah! He was a devil on earth. He knew how to hurt people badly. “Chad, I served you well in bed last night, didn’t I? Why are you so mean to me when you get out of bed?” She smiled cutely. She could seduce people with just a glance. There was no embarrassment or annoyance of being left behind by Brian in her tone. Eddy Mogen, sitting in the driver’s seat, closed the car partition between the front and back seats, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation happening behind him. “Served me good?” Chad repeated her words. “You were like a corpse. You only screamed but did not move. You call it a good service?” Lydia clenched her teeth and forced a smile. “A corpse? So you worked so ‘hard’ to thrust into me, a lifeless body, last night, why? I guess you’ve never been with a woman before, have you?” Lydia rebutted him with a sharp tone, but her demeanor betrayed a hint of vulnerability. She leaned over to get out of the car but was pulled back forcefully by a hand. Chad grabbed her wrist. He imprisoned her and said to the front, “Go back to Villa 1.” Villa 1 was where Chad lived. It seemed that he was not planning to go to the banquet, although he was the protagonist of that. Lydia was stunned but didn’t refuse. She was in such a mess anyway. She would be disliked if she went to the banquet. So she nestled into his embrace, like a lazy cat. Chad looked down at her. His gaze was inscrutable, concealing his emotions. “Not leaving now?” he asked. “Are you kidding, Uncle Chad? How can a corpse walk?” On the way to Villa 1, the both of them kept silent. Lydia knew that Chad’s choice to ditch the banquet was not out of pity or affection. Chad stood at the top of the food chain. At the age of seventeen, he made a name for himself on Wall Street by single-handedly facilitating the largest corporate merger and acquisition case of the year. The shocking commercial feast that affected most of the world was planned by him alone. His fame was based on the dead bones of his competitors. Such a man had no heart at all. Lydia felt a chill creep up her spine and couldn’t help but sneeze. A clean blanket was thrown over her body. She looked up and found that Chad was still working on a document. He didn’t even glance up nor did his hands twitch from their place on his lap. But Lydia knew it was from him. “Thank you.” After taking it, Lydia wiped her dripping hair. The gate of Villa 1 was just ahead. As the car crept up, the two iron gates were slowly opened. Even after seeing the big scenes, Lydia was still amazed by the landscaping inside. The car finally stopped at the entrance of the villa. From the front seat, the driver, Eddy, got out of the car and opened the door respectfully. Lydia was blown by the cold wind outside, making the hair on skin stand. She struggled to keep up with Chad, trying to keep the proud look on her face. “Chad, am I the first woman to come here?” Chad stopped walking. Lydia bumped into him. There was a teasing look in his eyes. He pointed to the maid who was pruning branches not far away and said, “Nice try.” “Then I must be the first woman to successfully get you in bed.” Lydia felt a painful tug on her chin and she was forced to look up. When meeting Chad’s eyes, Lydia felt her heart rate pick up for no reason. Even though she started this game, it was easy to forget that there were only so many buttons she could push. Especially when it came to Chad. “Yes.” Lydia didn’t know what to say. She was absolutely speechless at Chad’s answer. When she came back to her senses, Chad was already walking away. Lydia took a deep breath and bit her lip. Gathering the courage, she then called out shamelessly, “Chad! Wait!”

“What.” “You know what’ll happen to me if people find out. Please…will you protect me?” Lydia tried, in a last ditch request. They had already entered the hall of the villa. Chad pulled out the tie around his neck with one hand. “It depends…will you make it worth my time? Will you be worth the investment?” Lydia had never heard of someone referring to a long-term relationship like it was all business. But this was Chad Holland. Business was the only language he spoke. When Lydia thought of Brian, the tiny bit of regret disappeared immediately. Brian said she was boring. His mother said she was too much of a prude. And the Bell family thought she was nothing more than an obedient daughter. But they were all wrong. Lydia would be their worst nightmare. “Don’t worry, Chad. I will serve you well. I’ll be so good, you’ll never want for anyone else. Just me.” Chad raised his eyebrows. His eyes were full of indifference. Still, he unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt one by one before pulling her close. Lydia could feel the hard lines of his muscle pressed against her skin. “As long as you’re here, you’ll belong to me. And I won’t let anything touch what’s mine.” “And here I thought you didn’t like me because I’m just dead meat in bed.” She didn’t let go of his words earlier. Chad didn’t turn on the light in his master bedroom. He directly pressed Lydia against the door. “It’s a good thing that’s exactly how I like it.” Lydia was really glad that she had smooth skin and a beautiful appearance. Because Chad didn’t even give her time to prepare. Before she could even think, his lips were already on hers. Lydia knew too well that Chad was extremely crazy. His madness could destroy everything she was if she wasn’t careful. If Lydia was in love with Brian, she could still get out of it. But as Chad led her closer and closer to the bed behind him…the idea of trading one Holland for another didn’t seem all that bad anymore. *** Lydia stayed in Villa 1 for one night. The next morning, she returned to the apartment to tidy up and went to the Holland family’s company. There were countless missed calls on the phone. Some were from her own family, the Bell’s. And some were from Kim Holland, Brian’s mother. The family banquet last night, because of Chad’s absence, was canceled as a result. However, as a prospective daughter-in-law, it was impolite for Lydia not to show up. Lydia took the initiative to make a phone call. Before she could speak, Kim’s question came from the phone. “Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on Brian? Someone from the company reported this morning that he hasn’t been showing up to work for half a month. Lydia, what are you doing?” Lydia had already arrived at the entrance of the company, looking up at the towering Holland Group Building. “He doesn’t answer my phone calls either.” “Then you go to look for him! Lydia, I thought you were supposed to be smart. I put you in Holland Group because I wanted you to help Brian run the company. But now that Chad is back, the company will be in turmoil over Brian’s absence. You majored in finance at Harris University. You should know what this means.” Chad had rarely been in charge of the Holland Group before. For the most part, he had been conducting remote control over their assets abroad with significant success. As a result, the company’s benefits had risen steadily, and the stock price had doubled even more. In Brian’s case, he rarely had to do anything thanks to Chad’s work. But now that he was back, those moths who idled around in the company should naturally panic. In this case, Brian and his mom. “If you can’t help Brian, then we might as well call off your wedding.” Kim’s voice was cold. She always looked down on Lydia. Lydia knew that if she didn’t take action, Kim would call the Bell family next. Then Lydia’s parents would call and scold her for being so ignorant and unable to please others. Once upon a time, Lydia would have done anything to appease them. Unfortunately for them, she didn’t want to continue being a marionette anymore. After hanging up, she sent Kim the address of a suburban villa, followed by a message saying that this was Brian’s last known location. It was the same address where Brian’s mistress lived.

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My sister, Charlotte Marlowe, was dead. They threw her into a den of beggars, where she was violated until she died. The mastermind behind this cruel act was Lyla Finch. She did it all because Charlotte overheard one of her secrets — She had an illegitimate child before marrying Rylan Murphy. Charlotte begged Lyla for mercy, explaining that our parents were gone and she was the only one supporting me while I was still in school. She promised to keep silent, even offering to have her tongue cut out. But Lyla was ruthless and had her dragged away. We grew up poor. Our parents passed away when we were still little. Charlotte worked as a sex worker at Heaven Club to support me, using her earnings to pay for my education and our living expenses. She would always hold me in her arms and assure me, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll always be here to protect you.” Now, she was gone, and my world had shattered. I hated Lyla’s guts. I vowed to get revenge. Lyla took away the person I loved most, so I would make her lose the one she cared about most. And that person was her husband, Rylan. Losing him would drive her insane. The mere thought filled me with excitement. I picked up a photo of Rylan. In Oceana, the Murphy family reigned supreme, and Rylan, with his youth and good looks, was made even more alluring by his power and status. He was known to be a devoted husband. During the three years of marriage to Lyla, he had never caught up in a scandal with another woman. I laughed out loud. Could that really be true? I caressed Rylan’s handsome face in the photo, thinking, “Lyla, do you think your darling will fall for me if I try to seduce him?” ***** I infiltrated the Murphy Manor as a maid. At night, I entered Rylan and Lyla’s bedroom to tidy up. Suddenly, two bright headlights beamed through the pristine floor-to-ceiling windows. Rylan was home. I switched off the wall lamp, and as darkness enveloped the room, the door creaked open. Rylan walked in and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He smelled of alcohol. Then he whispered in my ear in a deep, magnetic voice, “Honey.” I almost laughed. He was such a devoted husband. But what about Charlotte? What was her death to them? I squirmed a little, my slender body writhing like a snake in his embrace. Rylan squeezed my waist, puzzled. “Why is your waist so thin tonight? So slender and soft.” His breathing grew heavier, and soon, his hand slipped under my shirt, squeezing my breast firmly. He murmured, “So big.” I smirked inwardly. “Do you enjoy it, Rylan?” Years ago, Charlotte and I went to Heaven Club. Sienna Wills spotted me immediately, declaring I was born to please men with my delicate frame, slender waist, and ample bosom. She said I could be the top hostess if I wanted. But Charlotte turned her down, insisting I was meant for greater things, to live a life of dignity and honor. I knew my allure well. During university, rich kids and campus heartthrobs would flock to me with just a crook of my finger. But Charlotte, I no longer wished to live with dignity. I wanted to drag them all to hell with me! As I snapped out of it, I noticed that Rylan’s body pressed tightly against mine. Also, I was nearly scalded by his heat. When I sensed the iron hard bulge in his pants, I knew he got turned on. It was time for my performance. I turned around, pressing my hands against his chest, and whimpered, “Sir, please, don’t!” Hearing my voice, he froze. “Who are you?” I switched on the wall lamp, my wide, doe-like eyes gazing at him as if frightened. “Sir, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not Mrs. Murphy. I’m the maid here, Hailey Marlowe.” Rylan stared at my face, stunned. Just then, the sound of Lyla’s high heels echoed from outside.

Lyla was coming! My heart raced with excitement, though I kept my eyes wide with panic. I pushed at Rylan’s arms with my hands. “Mrs. Murphy is here! Mr. Murphy, please, take your hands out…” Rylan finally realized his hand was still inside my shirt, cupping my breast. He quickly pulled back. “I’m sorry. I thought you were my wife.” He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm, still feigning panic. “Mrs. Murphy doesn’t allow maids like me to be near you. If she sees us together, she’ll be furious. What should we do?” Just then, the door opened, and Lyla walked in. With her crimson lips and luscious waves, Lyla was a striking beauty. She glanced up, saw Rylan sitting at the desk, and flashed a sweet, seductive smile. “Honey, you’re back?” She uttered. From her angle, Lyla couldn’t see me. Just moments earlier, I had pulled Rylan to the chair and hid under the desk. The space beneath was cramped. Dressed in black trousers, he had his legs spread apart, and I crouched between them. He looked down at me; his gaze was intense, while I tilted my delicate face up to meet his eyes. With an pure and innocent look, I shook my head slightly, silently pleading for him not to expose me. I knew how alluring I looked. Right now, I looked both innocent and sexy. No man could resist such temptation. Sure enough, he played along. “Yes, darling, I just got back,” Rylan said, nodding to Lyla. Lyla didn’t approach but instead opened a package containing a piece of sexy lingerie. She held it up against herself, teasing, “Do you like it?” Rylan glanced up at her with an unreadable expression. I knew Lyla was a master at this game. Before marrying Rylan, she had countless boyfriends, each skilled in bed. She even had a son with one of them. But once she and Rylan got married, those boyfriends and her illegitimate child were swiftly gotten rid of. In brief, her marriage was paved with blood. I smirked, my lips curling with confidence. Lyla might have her tricks, but I had my own. Rylan’s bulge was right in front of me, impressively prominent and undeniably large. To be honest, he looked even more handsome up close, and that impressive size made Lyla’s previous lovers seem like nothing. It was no wonder she was so obsessed with him. I deliberately moved my face closer, brushing it lightly against the impressive bulge of his. The faint contact through the thin fabric was electrifying. No man could resist that kind of teasing. Rylan stiffened, and I saw his bulge grow even larger. Moments later, I heard him mumble to Lyla, “I like it.” His words were half-hearted, barely more than a murmur. As soon as he spoke, his eyes drifted over to me. I knew I had succeeded in pulling his focus away from Lyla. I played innocent, my wide eyes darting around in faux fear. And quickly, I pulled my face back. But as I did, my lips accidentally brushed against him. Rylan’s legs quivered. Inside, I was thrilled. “Rylan, how does it feel to be sneaking around with me?” Meanwhile, Lyla remained blissfully unaware. “Babe, I’m going to shower and put it on for you,” she said cheerfully. Rylan’s response was a husky. “Alright.” As Lyla headed toward the bathroom, I felt a pang of urgency. I didn’t want her to leave so soon. It would be far more thrilling for her to discover just how excited her husband was over another woman. With that in mind, I intentionally knocked into the desk, creating a noticeable sound. Immediately, Lyla’s footsteps halted outside the bathroom door. Her piercing gaze shot towards me with a new level of suspicion.

Lyla spun around immediately, asking, “What was that noise?” I crouched under the desk. My eyes sparkled with excitement as I saw her bejeweled stiletto heels approach, step by step. My pulse quickened. Then Rylan knocked a stack of papers to the floor on purpose and bent down to retrieve them. “It’s nothing, just some papers that fell.” Lyla drifted over, her red gown flowing with her movements. She nestled against him, her eyes falling on the bulge in his pants. With a mischievous smile, she reached out and gave it a slow, teasing stroke. “Honey, why are you so… excited?” I was curious about Rylan’s response. He gazed at Lyla with an intense look. “Sweetheart, it’s that new nightgown you wore earlier. It’s driving me wild. I can’t help but be captivated.” I stifled a laugh. What a liar! Lyla, however, was thoroughly amused. She laughed heartily and rewarded Rylan with a quick kiss on his lips. “Wait for me, darling!” As Lyla headed into the bathroom, I stayed silent, making sure not to make a sound. The earlier noise was just a playful distraction. This was only the beginning. I had much more planned for her. Rylan stood up and moved away from me, clearly irritated. He turned his back, his voice sharp. “Get out! And don’t ever come into this room again…” He didn’t finish his sentence before I darted out of the room. Rylan watched me flee like a startled rabbit with a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face. ***** At night, Rylan, freshly showered, lounged in a sleek black silk robe against the headboard. Lyla, draped in a sultry, sheer nightgown, was perched on his muscular waist. She shifted her hips seductively, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Honey, do I look good?” Rylan’s desire was unmistakable. His hands gripped her waist with a primal intensity. He smirked, his voice laced with a teasing edge. “Darling, have you gained a bit of weight recently?” Lyla pouted, her tone innocent yet sultry. “Really?” Rylan’s hands wandered under her gown. Although Lyla was well-endowed, tonight he felt something even more thrilling. His gaze darkened as he applied a firmer touch. Lyla, sensing his heightened passion, melted against him. She then mumbled softly, “Ah, it hurts. Honey, be gentle.” Rylan’s eyes, full of smoldering desire, locked onto her. “Will being gentle be enough to satisfy you?” Without a word, Lyla sealed her lips to his, her movements a dance of yearning and surrender. Rylan’s hand slid to her shoulder, guiding her down, an unspoken command for her to pleasure him. Lyla shot him a playful, feigned pout before burying herself in his crotch. Outside, hidden in the shadows, I watched through the crack in the door. I saw Rylan’s hands, which had touched me earlier, now exploring Lyla’s body. I couldn’t help but wonder, “Rylan, are you comparing me to Lyla in your mind? Do you find me more desirable? Are you imagining her as me? As you reveled in each other, did you hear Charlotte’s desperate cries from that night?” I saw her in her last moments, her body a canvas of cruelty, scarred by cigarette burns and shattered beyond repair. Sienna told me to accept my fate, saying that to the wealthy, our lives were worth no more than dirt. But I refused to accept that. If fate was unjust, then I would become the vengeful spirit from hell. Evil would meet its match. The game was on! ***** The next morning, I was busy working in the living room when Lyla stormed in, her face a thunderstorm of anger. “Grab Hailey!” Two maids seized me, one on each side. I was taken aback, my heart pounding as I looked at Lyla in panic. “Mrs. Murphy, what did I do wrong?” Lyla glared down at me with a cold, mocking smile. “Hailey, I’ve dealt with plenty of women trying to seduce my husband. Do you really think you can play your games right under my nose?” My heart sank. Had I blown my cover before the game even started?

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I fell for the broke student my dad was sponsoring. After some serious chasing and a few sneaky moves, he was mine. But just a day later, his sister dropped a bomb. A video showed my dad had raped her, pretending to tutor her. He disappeared from my life after that. Three years later, we met again. I needed money for my kid’s medical bills and ended up selling my body. He smirked, “Five grand a night? You sure know how to set a price.”