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2,679,673	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	Read next chapter	Her fiancé cheated with her stepsister but still wanted to marry her. With a mocking smile, she called off the engagement. When the scmbag cornered her at her door, the elite tycoon appeared behind her--wrapped in nothing but a towel... ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby htel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b*tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hikeys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's lps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His ksses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the bdroom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and slpped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you slp him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist blding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a blde. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who sduced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate ebrace, their lps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-rpe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You brt! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of jnk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. The door swung open automatically, revealing a man lounging comfortably, an amused expression playing across his refined features. "What a coincidence." ...... What happens next? 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2,679,668	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	Read next chapter	After being released, her malicious stepsister threatened her with their mother's life and tried to send her to an older man. On her way to "sacrifice" herself, she unexpectedly met a mafia kingpin. She took the initiative to seduce him for a partnership. From then on, she turned the tables—tearing apart the fake angel, slapping her stepmother, and refusing to be bullied again! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bldshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an aair with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a mrderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a vgin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A gnshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a gnfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bld. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a ttoo on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his gn and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's tptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with leerous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bld spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bld-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B*ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, gn in hand, and unleashed a hail of bllets on the stunned thgs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bldy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bld splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bld, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bld from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bld clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her tgue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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2,679,679	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	Read next chapter	Her fiancé cheated with her stepsister but still wanted to marry her. With a mocking smile, she called off the engagement. When the scmbag cornered her at her door, the elite tycoon appeared behind her--wrapped in nothing but a towel... ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby htel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b*tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hikeys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's lps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His ksses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the bdroom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and slpped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you slp him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist blding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a blde. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who sduced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate ebrace, their lps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-rpe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You brt! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of jnk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. The door swung open automatically, revealing a man lounging comfortably, an amused expression playing across his refined features. "What a coincidence." ...... What happens next? 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2,679,664	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	Read next chapter	Her fiancé cheated with her stepsister but still wanted to marry her. With a mocking smile, she called off the engagement. When the scmbag cornered her at her door, the elite tycoon appeared behind her--wrapped in nothing but a towel... ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby htel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b*tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hikeys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's lps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His ksses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the bdroom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and slpped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you slp him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist blding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a blde. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who sduced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate ebrace, their lps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-rpe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You brt! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of jnk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. 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2,679,646	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2679650}'	Yes	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	💓Mga Anak ng Bilyonaryo💓	Madiing tinali ni Lorelei ang sintas ng luma niyang sapatos. Kalahating oras na lang ay magsisimula na ang klase niya ngunit hinihintay niya pa ang perang ibibigay ng kanyang Tita Agnes. Pang-huling taon na niya sa kolehiyo sa kursong business management. Gusto niya ay siya na ang mag-manage sa maliit na restaurant na iniwan ng yumao niyang ina na hawak ng Tita niya. Nagsalubong ang mga kilay niya at napasandal sa lumang sofa matapos marinig ang halinghing ng Tita niya mula sa kwarto. Sigurado siyang naroon na naman ang kinakasama nitong lalaki na si Richard. "Idiin mo, Richard!" dinig pa niyang sigaw ng Tita niya. Naiiling siyang pumikit. Maya-maya pa matatapos ang mga ito kaya naman tumayo na siya at kumatok sa pinto ng kwarto. "Tita, aalis na po ako." "Oh! Ode umalis ka—Richard!" muling hiyaw pa nito. "Iyong pera ko po," paalala niya pa rito ngunit daing at halinghing ang sagot nito. Paulit-ulit niyang kinatok ang pinto. Ang huling bigay nito ay limangdaan na pinagkasya niya ng isang linggo. Ayaw naman niyang basagin ang alkansyang baboy niya na mamiso lang ang laman. Nabitin sa ere ang pagkatok niya noong bumukas ang pinto. Niluwa no'n si Richard na pawisin, tanging basketball short ang suot, may hawak din itong libo-libong pera sa kamay. Namumutok ang mga braso nito at halos masakop ang pinto sa laki ng katawan. Mukha pa itong aburido noong tumingin sa kanya kaya napaatras siya. "Istorbo," parinig pa nito bago siya lagpasan. Napamaang siya at agad na pumasok sa kwarto. Huli niya pang nagsusuot pa lang ng t-shirt ang Tita niya. "Pera lang ang habol sa'yo ni Richard, Tita. Hiwalayan mo na iyon. Ang laki ng katawan no'n at kaya no'n ang magtrabaho—" "Huwag kang makialam sa desisyon ko at hindi naman kita anak. Ikaw ang lumayas kung gusto mo. Bukas makalawa ay dito na titira si Richard. Mas maganda siguro kung humanap ka na ng ibang matitirahan at baka maging kaagaw pa kita sa kanya. Malaki ka na, kaya mo na ang sarili mo," pinal nitong sambit bago nagsuot ng underwear. Nag-init ang sulok ng mga mata niya, "Ginagatasan ka lang ng pera ni Richard, Tita—" "Oh ayan, dalawang libo para matikom iyang bibig mo. Huling baon mo na iyan. Gagamitin ni Richard ang pera at magtatayo siya ng talyer." Mas lalo siyang nanlumo, "Hindi po pwede iyon. Pera ni Mama ang mga iyan. Kita sa restaurant niya, Tita. Huwag naman po kayong magpabilog kay Richard!" hindi niya mapigilang ilakas ang boses niya. Napalunok pa siya at natakot noong tumayo ito at lumapit sa kanya. Matalim na ang tingin nito. "Aba! Ano'ng pera ng Mama mo? Ilagay mo sa kokote mong matagal ng patay ang Mama mo at akin na ang restaurant na iyon. Pinag-aral at pinakain na kita. Nasa tamang edad ka na at kaya mo ng magtrabaho." Ilang beses pa nitong tinulak-tulak ang noo niya. "Hala sige, layas!" galit pa nitong sigaw bago siya itulak palabas ng pinto. Pinigil niya ang mga luha. Bandang huli ay hindi niya nakuha ang dalawang libong bigay nito. Nanghiram pa tuloy siya ng pera kay Nica. "Paano ang OJT mo? Titigil ka kailan huling taon na, Lei?" Nasapo niya ang noo at napasubsob sa mesa. Simula noong maging boyfriend ng Tita niya si Richard ay naging ganoon na ang Tita niya. "Ewan ko. Hindi ko na alam, Nica." Bumikig ang lalamunan niya sa badyang pag-iyak. Ni hindi niya pinansin ang grupong lumapit sa kanila. "Si Alicia," bulong pa sa kanya ni Nica. Si Alicia ang pinakasikat sa university nila. Mayaman, makinis, at madaming kakilala. Napasilip pa siya rito. Malaki ang ngiti nito, litaw ang naka-braces na ngipin. Ni hindi gumagalaw ang kulot na buhok na kulay blonde. Napaayos siya ng upo noong maglapag ito ng papel. "We're recruiting members for our sorority. You might want to join. Tonight is the initiation," magiliw nitong saad. Nangunot ang noo niya. Alam niyang hindi magandang sumali sa sorority ngunit noong mabasa niya ang mga benefits sa papel ay napalunok siya. "Free education and free allowance. Mayayaman lahat ng kasali at mga iilang negosyante. Nagpaparami lang kami ng miyembro. No fees, all free. Don't worry about the initiation, hindi naman iyon masakit. I would love to see both of you tonight." Kumindat pa ito bago umalis kasama ang dalawa pang alagad nito. "Maganda ang benefits nila, Lei. Solve ang problema mo kapag sumali tayo." Dumukwang ito at nilapit ang tainga sa kanya, "Tsaka alam mo ba, balita ko may kasapi silang Fraternity na puro gwapo," dagdag na bulong nito bago humagikhik. Wala siyang pakialam sa mga gwapo. Ang kagustuhan niyang makatapos ng kolehiyo ang nagtulak sa kanyang sumali. Makailang beses niya pang sinuklay ang malambot, tuwid, at maitim na hanggang balikat niyang buhok. Ginamit niya rin ang lipbalm upang malambot tingnan ang mga labi niya. Kaunting polbo lang ay sinuot na niya ang puting lumang bestida niyang abot hanggang tuhod at sandalyas na naging dirty white na. Kabado pa siya noong makarating sa hideout ng mga ito. Nasa pila na rin si Nica na agad kumaway sa kanya. Mabilis siyang lumapit. "Piliin raw natin iyong sarap sabi ni Alicia. Lahat kasi ng pumili ng hirap ay dinadala sa kabila at nakakatanggap ng hampas at palo," bulong nito. "Huh? Akala ko ba hindi masakit ang initiation nila?" "Hindi nga kapag sarap ang pinili mo. Basta, doon tayo sa turo ni Alicia. Ayokong magkapeklat, Lei." Napalunok siya at hindi mawari ang kaba sa dibdib niya. Makailang beses niya pang pinisil ang mga kamay. "Nica Fernandez!" sigaw ng lalaking tingin niya ay bouncer. Nagtaas ng kamay ang kaibigan niya bago humarap sa kanya. "Tandaan mo ang pipiliin mo, Lei. Iyon ang pipiliin ko. Magkita na lang tayo ulit bukas. Para sa pangarap, Lei!" pagpapasigla pa nito ngunit hindi niya masuklian ng ngiti. Siya na ang kasunod pagkatapos nito ngunit hindi na siya mapakali. May tatlo pang babae sa likod niya at dinig niyang pipiliin din ng mga ito ang pinapapili sa kanya ni Nica. "Lorelei Carpio!" Napaigtad siya sa malakas na sigaw ng bouncer. Muntik pa siyang madapa sa pagkataranta para lang makalapit. Tumuwid siya ng tayo. Pinasadahan siya nito ng tingin. Nangunot ang noo nito ngunit hindi nagkomento. Baka iniisip nitong bata siya sa height niyang 5'5 at balingkinitang katawan. "Sarap o hirap, Miss?" hindi nakangiting tanong nito. Napalunok siya at naumid yata ang dila pero kailangan niyang sumagot. Malaking benepisyo ang makukuha niya kapag natanggap siya sa sorority ni Alicia. "S-arap po," pikit-matang sagot niya. Inangat nito ang palad at agad na lumapit ang isa pang bouncer. "Nandiyan na ba si Phoenix?" tanong nito sa tinawag. "Kadarating lang pero nasa kwarto na." "Good. Ibigay mo 'yan sa kanya at ipaalala mong birhen 'yan," utos pa nito sa lalaki. Nangunot ang noo niya ngunit napapikit noong basta na lang siya lagyan ng blindfold sa mga mata. "B-akit po may blindfold?" kabadong tanong niya. "Hindi mo pwedeng makita ang makakasama mo. Bawal mong silipin o tanungin ang pangalan niya. Kapag ginawa mo iyon, madi-disqualify ka at hindi ka tatanggapin sa grupo," paalala pa ng bouncer na lumapit. Tinatak niya sa isip ang mga sinabi nito. Napasunod siya noong hilahin siya nito sa kung saan. Narinig niya rin ang tunog ng doorknob. Marahan pa siya nitong tinulak sa loob. Sumalubong sa kanya ang mabangong amoy ng lemon. Hindi niya mawari kung air freshener iyon o pabango. "New recruit?" tanong ng mababa at tila namamaos na boses. Nanindig pa ang mga balahibo niya sa bahagyang lamig sa boses nito. "Birhen 'yan. Ingatan mo." Nahigit niya ang hininga at kinabahan noong bitiwan na siya ng lalaki. Ramdam niya bigla ang tensyon sa paligid, maging ang mariing titig sa kanya. "I'm not gonna educate you. I hope you know why you are here and why you came here... willingly," seryosong sambit pa nito gamit ang namamaos nitong boses. Mabilis siyang tumango. Ang sabi sa kanya ay mabilis lang ang initiation kaya baka tanong nga lang iyon. "Uhm, I w-ant to finish my studies; that's why I came here," kabadong sagot niya ngunit malutong pagmumura ang narinig niya mula dito. Kasunod ay ang pagbukas ng pinto, "Inosente itong ni-recruit niyo! Get her outta here!" biglang sigaw nito sa labas. "You can't back out, Phoenix. Alam mo ang mangyayari sa kanya kapag pinaalis mo siya ngayon," madiing sagot ng kung sino. Marahas na buntong hininga ang narinig niya at malakas ding sinara ang pinto. Nagtaasan muli ang mga balahibo niya sa gulat noong humawak ang may kagaspangan nitong palad sa braso niya. "I hope you won't regret coming here," mabigat nitong bulong. Nanlamig siya noong umikot ang malaking braso nito sa bewang niya. Sa tantiya niya ay malaki din ang katawan nito lalo na noong lumapat ang balikat niya sa malapad nitong dibdib. Napaatras pa siya noong maramdaman ang daliri nitong binababa ang strap ng kanyang bestida. "A-nong gagawin mo?" Humakbang ito na kinaatras niya. Mahina siyang napasigaw sa pagbagsak niya sa kama. Gulat pa siya sa malaking katawan na biglang umibabaw sa kanya. Kumalabog ng husto ang puso nita. Sakop na sakop ng malaking katawan nito ang katawan niya. "S-andali!" Sinubukan niyang pigilan ang dibdib nito kahit hindi niya nakikita ngunit hinuli nito ang mga kamay niya at parehong pininid sa kama gamit ang isang palad nito. Bumigat ang paghinga niya lalo na noong sumiksik sa looban ng bestida niya ang malaking palad nito. "You should not have come here, Miss. Now you left me no choice but to take you," mabigat na bulong nito bago lumapat ang mga basang labi sa kanyang leeg. Lalo siyang nanlamig matapos matanto ang nangyayari. Hindi siya nakakilos. Ang naglalakabay nitong mainit na palad at ang malaking katawan nito sa itaas niya ay sapat na upang mangilid ang mga luha niya. "H-uwag po," nanginig pa ang boses niya. Marahas na bumuntong hininga ang lalaki, "You chose this. I tried my best to help you. The least thing I can do... is to be gentle," tila nahihirapang bulong nito. Napalunok siya kahit pa unti-unti nitong naalis ang mga saplot niya. Niyakap siya ng lamig ng aircon ngunit natakpan sa init ng malaking katawan nitong nasa itaas niya. Ang kabog ng dibdib niya ay walang kasing lakas sa pinaghalong kaba at kung ano man ang pinaparamdam nito sa kanya lalo noong dumausdos ito pababa... sa pagitan ng mga hita niya. Nanginig ang mga hita niya noong maramdaman ang mainit nitong paghinga't bibig nitong dumampi doon. Pinagpawisan siya nang malagkit kasabay ng kaba. Tanging impit na ungol at daing ang naibulalas niya. Ramdam na ramdam niya ang bibig nito doon. Napapabalikwas ang bewang niya ngunit hindi ito masipa. Para siyang na-estatwa noong magtagal ito doon hanggang sa mahabang ungol ang kumawala sa mga labi niya. Hinihingal pa siya sa paggapang nito muli sa itaas niya, pinaghiwalay ang mga hita niya, at pinwesto ang malaking katawan doon. Hindi siya nakaprotesta, naumid ang dila niya at hindi mahanap ang boses niya. Sunod na lang niyang namalayan ay ang pagtulo ng luha niya sa hapdi matapos mag-isa ang katawan nila. Namilipit siya sa sakit sa bawat galaw nito. Tila napunit na nito lahat ng nasa loob niya at kahit bagalan pa nito ay hiyaw ang kumakawala sa bibig niya. Pinirmi pa nito ang bewang niya. Nawalan na rin ng lakas ang mga kamay niya na kahit binitiwan nito ay hindi siya nakakilos para itulak ito. Namimigat ang paghinga niya at napapa-igik sa bawat madiing galaw nito sa loob niya. Ramdam na ramdam niya ang malaking katawan nitong gumagalaw sa kanyang itaas. Ni hindi niya alam kung paanong natapos ang pangyayaring iyon. Ang alam niya lang ay nakuha ng isang estrangherong lalaki ang puri niya. Paggising niya ay nananakit ang katawan niya. Takot pa siyang alisin ang blindfold ngunit kusa iyong nalaglag. Namulatan niya ang tahimik na kwarto, walang bakas na may nakasama siya ngunit ang dugo sa kobre kama ay patunay na wala na sa kanya ang iniingatan niya. Napasubsob siya sa kanyang tuhod at napahagulhol. Masyado siyang nagpadalos-dalos sa desisyon niya! Dapat ay inalam niya muna kung ano'ng klaseng sarap ang sinasabi ng mga ito! Kahit hirap maglakad ay pinilit niya ang sariling magbihis at umalis sa lugar na iyon. Wala na rin naman ang mga bouncer. Kahit si Nica ay hindi niya mahagilap. Sa sobrang pagod niya ay hindi na niya pinansin ang boyfriend ng Tita niya na nasa sala. Diretso siyang kwarto at binagsak ang katawan doon. Ang masama, nilagnat pa siya at napanaginipan ng ilang beses ang nangyari! Tatlong araw din siyang hindi nakapasok. Para siyang lutang na naglalakad noong pumasok na sa eskwela. Natulala pa siya sa nakangiti niyang kaibigan. "Bayad na ang tuition fee nating dalawa. Ang galing! May allowance pa, Lei!" Hagikhik nito bago pinakita ang cheque na may malaking halagang nakasulat. Napalunok siya. Ito na iyon. Ito na ang kapalit ng pagsali nila sa Sorority. Dapat bang kalimutan na lang niya ang nangyari sa kanila ng lalaki? "Ang balita ko ay mga Fraternity leader ang mga lalaking iyon, Lei. Hindi ko rin nakilala ang sa'kin," kwento pa ni Nica sa kanya. "H-indi ka ba umiyak? O nasaktan? Ako kasi pakiramdam ko nahati ang katawan ko," mahinang sambit niya. Namula ang mga pisngi nito, "Hindi ko una iyon kaya... sakto lang ang sakit." Napaawang ang mga labi niya sa kaibigan. Hindi pa mag-sink in sa kanya iyon. Wala naman siyang karapatan na husgahan ito kaya tumango na lang siya. "Wala bang meeting ang Sorority ngayon? Gusto kong magtanong kay Alicia. Baka pwede ko ng makita man lang iyong Phoenix na nakasama ko," imbis ay liko niya sa usapan. "Hindi tayo natanggap doon, Lei." "A-no? P-aanong hindi? Pero bayad na ang tuition fee base na rin sa benefits nila." Umiling ito, "Bayad iyon sa'tin, Lei. Hindi tayo kasapi ng grupo nila. Hindi tayo tinanggap." Para siyang nabingi sa narinig. Kumuyom ang kamao niya. Ang ibig sabihin ay inalay lang sila sa mga Fraternity leader na iyon. Gusto niyang magdamdam at ibalik ang perang natanggap ngunit hindi niya magawa lalo na noong mas maghigpit sa pera ang Tita Agnes niya. Naka-survive siya ng halos dalawang buwan sa allowance na bigay ng grupo. May natira pa ngunit hindi sasapat iyon kaya muli siyang kumakatok sa kwarto ng Tita niya. "Tita, hihingi po sana ako ng allowance—" Nabitin sa ere ang kamay niya at napatingala kay Richard noong buksan nito ang kwarto. Sumandal pa ito at humalukipkip. Napaatras siya noong bigla siya nitong pasadahan ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. Nagtagal pa ang mga titig nito sa mga dibdib niya kaya nayakap niya ang sarili. "B-akit ka nandito? N-asaan si Tita Agnes?" Ngumisi ito at mas niluwangan ang pinto, "Dito na ako nakatira. May binili lang ang Tita mo. Kalahating oras pa iyon sa bayan. Baka gusto mong paligayahin muna kita." Napasinghap siya sa takot at umatras "Manyak!" galit niyang sigaw dito ngunit pilit nitong inabot ang siko niya at hinihila siya papasok sa kwarto. "Mabilis lang, Lei. Hindi malalaman ng Tita mo. Tayong dalawa lang—" "Bitiwan mo ko! Ayoko sa'yo!" Malakas niya itong sinampal. Nabitiwan siya nito at sinalo ang pisnging sinampal niya. "Punyeta ka, Lorelei! Bakit mo sinampal si Richard?!" biglang sigaw ng Tita niya mula sa likod kaya natulos siya sa kinatatayuan.p Nanginig siya sa kaba lalo na sa nanlilisik na tingin ng Tita niya. "T-ita, kasi—" "Lumayas kang Punyeta ka! Palamunin ka na nga lang hindi ka pa marunong rumespeto!" Namilog ang mga mata niya noong bigla na lang siya nitong hilahin sa buhok at kaladkarin sa labas ng bahay. "T-ita, nagkakamali kayo! Sinubukan niya akong dalhin sa kwarto—" "Wala akong pakialam! Napakalandi mo at pati boyfriend ko inaakit mo!" sigaw nito bago siya tinulak sa labas ng pinto. Muntik na siyang sumubsob sa lupa kun'di siya nakabalanse. Malakas pa nitong sinarado ang pinto ngunit bumalik para lang itapon sa pagmumukha niya ang iilang damit. "Lumayas ka at huwag kang babalik dito! Hindi ko kailangan ng malanding pamangkin!" sobrang lakas na sigaw nito na nakapagpalabas sa mga kapitbahay nila. Hiyang-hiya siya noong magbulungan ang mga iyon. Nayakap na lang niya ang mga damit at ang alkansyang baboy niyang tinapon nito sa kanyang paanan. Nagbagsakan ang mga luha niya. Gusto niyang ipaglaban na bahay iyon ng Mama niya ngunit alam niyang hindi na makikinig ang tiyahin niya. Tinago na lang niya ang mukha sa mga damit na hawak at mabilis na nagtawag ng tricycle. Nagpunta siya kila Nica at maging ito ay gigil na gigil sa tiyahin niya at kay Richard matapos niyang magkwento. "Ipabarangay mo, Lei. Wala siyang karapatan sa bahay na iyon. Sa'yo iyon! Pati ang negosyo ng Mama mo, sa'yo iyon! Pinagkaitan ka niya, lahat ng pera ng Mama mo siya ang nagwaldas. Hmp! Kumukulo ang dugo ko sa Tita Agnes mo!" Umakto pa itong manunugod ngunit pinigilan niya sa siko at umiling dito. "H-uwag na, Nica. Hindi ko na rin naman gugustuhing bumalik doon lalo na kung naroon si Richard." "Pero paano ka? Saan ka titira? Paano ang pag-aaral mo? Patapos na tayo, Lei. Bayad na rin ang tuition fee mo." Bumagsak ang tingin niya sa sahig at nanlabo ang mga mata. Hindi niya rin alam kung paano malalagpasan iyon pero pinilit niyang maghanap ng trabaho at apartment na maliit. Sakto lang sa kanya ngunit pagod na pagod nga lang siya bilang waitress ng eatery. Makailang beses tuloy siyang nakatulog sa klase at ang huli ay nahuli pa siya ng lalaking matandang professor niya. "Miss Carpio, alam mong bawal matulog sa klase ko." Napalunok siya at hindi mapigilan ang mga pumipikit na mga mata, "S-orry, Sir. Hindi na po mauulit." Umismid ito at lumayo ngunit noong makita siya na muling pumikit ay galit na siya nitong pinalabas. Nanghihina tuloy siyang napakapit sa pader ng hallway. Naghabol ng paghinga at pakiramdam niya ay umiikot ang paligid niya. Isang hakbang pa ay alam niyang sinakop na siya ng dilim. Noong magising ay nasa tabi na niya si Nica na mukhang kinabahan. Mabilis pa itong umalalay noong pilitin niyang umupo. "Ano'ng nangyari? Tsaka bakit ako nasa clinic, Nica?" Natameme ito ngunit nangilid ang luha sa gilid ng mga mata. Binugso tuloy siya ng kaba at napatitig dito. "B-akit, Nica?" Suminghot ito, "B-untis ka, Lei." Tila nawalan siya ng paghinga sa narinig mula dito. Napalunok siya at nag-init ang sulok ng mga mata. "Hindi gumamit ng proteksyon ang nakasama mo sa initiation, Lei. Binuntis ka niya," sobrang hinang sambit nito. Bumagsak ang luha niya at nanginginig ang kamay na dumapo sa impis niyang tiyan. "Patakaran ng Fraternity nila na gumamit ng proteksyon, pero dahil buntis ka... sigurado akong hindi siya gumamit no'n," patuloy pa nitong paliwanag ngunit naba-blangko na ang isip niya lalo't hindi na niya alam ang sunod na gagawin sa buhay niya. "P-aano ko siya mahahanap, Nica? Paano na ako? Hindi ko pa kaya." Tuloy - tuloy na naglandas ang mga luha niya habang inaalala ang pangalan ng lalaki. "Phoenix. Tama, Phoenix ang pangalan niya, Nica. Hanapin na'tin. Itanong na'tin kay Alicia," pagsusumamo niya sa kaibigan ngunit umiling ito. "Phoenix is just a code name, Lei. Sigurado akong hindi rin siya kilala ni Alicia lalo na kung isa siya sa mga leader," sagot nito na nagpabagsak sa mga balikat niya. "Tingin ko, sinadya niyang buntisin ka," muling sambit nito na nagpakuyom sa kamao niya. FIVE YEARS LATER Para siyang pinutulan ng pakpak dahil sa nangyaring iyon sa buhay niya. Wala siyang choice noon kun'di tumigil sa pag-aaral at magpokus sa trabaho para may pera pagkapanganak niya. Sinubukan naman niyang hanapin ang lalaki, pati nga si Alicia ay ginulo niya ngunit bigla na lang itong naglaho na parang bula. Pati ang kaibigan niyang si Nica ay bigla ring nawala at hindi alam kung saan napunta kaya natakot siyang maghaluglog pa ng impormasyon. Ang tanging nalaman niya ay leader ng Alpha Omega Fraternity ang lalaking nakakuha sa pagkabirhen niya. Limang taon na ang lumipas ngunit hindi niya talaga makakalimutan ang nangyaring iyon lalo't dalawang supling ang pabaon sa kanya ng lalaki. "Mama, wait ka namin mamaya. Promise mo bibili po tayo ng toys?" Kumurap-kurap pa sa kanya ang biluging mga mata ng anak niyang babaeng si Odessy. Marahan siyang lumuhod at inayos ang pagkaka-pigtail ng buhok nito. "Promise! Huwag kang lalayo kay Achi ah? Makinig kay teacher," habilin niya dito bago marahang hinila din palapit ang anak niyang lalaking si Achilles. "Mama, iyong book. Isa na lang bilhin mo po, share na lang kami ni Ody," marahang paalala sa kanya ni Achilles. Pilit siyang ngumiti sa mga ito. Parehong nasa daycare ang dalawa. Pinipilit niyang maibigay lahat ng pangangailangan nila pero sobrang hirap lalo't hindi siya tapos ng kolehiyo at hindi makahanap ng trabahong mataas ang pasahod. "Hindi pwede, Achi. Kailangan tig-isa kayo. Doon kayo sasagot. Ako ng bahala. Bantayan mo ang kapatid mo. Baka makipag-away." Ginulo niya pa ang buhok ito at marahang kinurot ang hindi kalakihang pisngi. "Pwede naman ako sa papel lang sasagot, Mama," pilit nito na inilingan niya. Ayaw niya ng ganoon. Hindi niya ipagkakait ang magandang edukasyon sa mga anak niya. Hindi hangga't nabubuhay siya. "Si Mama na bahala. Ubusin niyo baon niyo. Okii?" Malawak na ngumiti si Ody sa kanya at humawak sa braso ng kapatid. Si Achi man ay pilit na ngumiti. "Mama, ingat!" sabay pang sigaw ng dalawa bago maglakad papasok sa classroom. Pinigilan niya ang naninikip na dibdib matapos tumama sa liwanag ng araw ang mga mata ng mga ito at masilayan kung paanong naging kayumanggi ang mga itim na mga mata ng mga ito. Ilang beses na niyang hinanap sa mga lalaki ang ganoong klase ng mata. Maitim kapag walang araw ngunit kulay kayumanggi kapag nasinagan. Hindi ganoon ang mga mata niya kaya sigurado siyang namana ng dalawa iyon sa mga ama ng mga ito. Hindi rin siya naniniwalang sinadya siyang buntisin ng lalaking iyon dahil hanggang ngayon, walang nagpapakilala para akuin ang mga anak niya. Bumuga siya ng hangin at agad na nagtungo sa opisina ng abogadong amo niya. Ngunit masamang balita ang bumungad sa kanya. "I'm really sorry, Lei. Ipapasara na ang firm. Sa bahay na muna magtatrabaho ang asawa ko at ako na muna ang sekretarya niya. Pasensya ka na. Huling sahod mo na 'to." Nilapit pa ni Misis Alvarez ang sobre sa kanya. Napalunok siya at napatitig doon. Dalawang taon na siyang sekretarya ni Mr. Alvarez at hindi naman lingid sa kaalamam niyang pabagsak na ang firm nito. Nilunok na lang niya ang bikig sa lalamunan niya. Sigurado siyang mahihirapan na naman siyang maghanap ng trabaho. Nakagat niya ang ibabang labi. Umikot na rin sa isip niya ang mga bayarin niya. Simula sa renta sa bahay, sa kuryente, allowance ng kambal, at mga bayarin sa eskwela. "W-ala po ba kayong kilala na... pwede kong lipatan, Misis Alvarez?" Bumuntong hininga ang Ginang, "Tatawagan ko ang kakilala ko, Hija. Itatanong ko kung may alam siyang naghahanap ng sekretarya pero hindi ako nangangako. Tatawagan na lang kita." Bagsak ang balikat na umalis siya doon. Halos hindi siya makalunok matapos bilangin ang iilang libong sahod niya para sa buwan na iyon. Tubig nga lang ang binili niya sa convenience store habang nagtitingin - tingin sa diyaryo. Kahit ano'ng trabaho papatusin na niya kaysa walang trabaho sa loob ng ilang buwan. "Tanggal na naman?! Pang ilan na 'yan ngayong buwan. Ano bang gusto niya? Single? Walang single na babae ang papatol sa gusto ni Mr. Montanier —Fine, Eman. Ako na ang maghahanap ng bago niyang sekretarya. Kainis!" Nagpantig ang tainga niya sa narinig at mabilis na napaangat ng tingin sa Ginang na aburidong binaba ang hawak na cellphone. Mabilis siyang tumayo noong akma itong lalabas sa convenience store. Nagulat ito noong pigilan niya sa braso. "Bakit, Hija?" Kumunot ang noo nito sa kanya. Sa tantiya niya ay nasa edad forty-five na ito base na rin sa iilang litaw na puting buhok. "N-aghahanap po kayo ng sekretarya?" kabadong tanong niya. Literal na pinasadahan siya nito ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. Sa kaba niya ay nabitiwan niya ang braso nito. "May asawa ka?" Mabilis siyang umiling, "Wala po!" Tumango ito at nilahad ang kamay kaya mabilis niyang nilagay doon ang resume niya. Mabilis nitong pinasadahan ang papel bago pinasok sa bag nito. "Tanggap ka na. Sumama ka sa'kin." Walang pagdadalawang isip siyang sumama sa Ginang. Imbis na sa kumpanya ay sa malaki at modernong bahay siya dinala. Sa isang exclusive subdivision iyon. Babasagin ang dingding at kumikinang ang mga mamahaling mwebles ng bahay. Kulay abo at puti ang bahay kaya sigurado siyang lalaki ang magiging amo niya. "Ako si Melia, Hija. Pinaka-sekretarya ni Sir Hector. Bukod sa'kin, may isa pa siyang sekretarya, si Eman. Pareho kaming sa kumpanya at kailangan pa ng isa pang sekretarya ni Sir Hector. On-call at kung pwede ay stay-in." Natigilan siya sa sinabi nito, "Stay-in po?" Hindi pwede sa kanya ang trabahong ganoon lalo na kung hindi pwedeng dalhin ang mga anak niya. "Bawal ba, Hija? Kaya tinanong kita kung may asawa ka. Madalas na magtrabaho sa bahay si Hector. Workholic at umaabot ng madaling araw. Kailangan na may magremind sa kanya sa schedule at dapat niyang pirmahan. Hindi naman madalas na stay-in pero paglalaanan na kita ng kwarto dito. Wala ka naman din sigurong anak di ba? Gusto niya ay single, walang extra baggage at kaya ang trabaho. Sana naman ikaw na ang huli at magtatagal dito sa bahay niya," patuloy na paliwanag nito. Nakagat niya ang ibabang labi. Kung ganoon hindi niya pwedeng sabihin na may kambal siyang anak. "Maglipat ka na ng iilang gamit mo. Pwede kang bumalik bukas ng umaga para pag-usapan ang sahod mo. Nasa event pa si Sir Hector at madaling araw pa babalik. Lahat ng gamit dito pwede mong gamitin. Kung masipag ka, linisin mo na rin, may dagdag sahod naman. Isabay mo na rin ang kwarto niya." "Hindi po ba nakakatakot si Sir Hector?" Natigil ito sa tanong niya. Pagkaraan ay tinuro ang malaking portrait sa sala. Sinundan niya iyon ng tingin. Nagtaasaan ang mga balahibo niya sa klase ng tingin nito sa camera. Galit maging ang magkasalubong nitong makapal na kilay. Walang ngiti ang manipis na labi at mabalbas na panga. Halata ring matigas ang panga nito. At ang ilong, sobrang tangos! Maging ang buhok nitong nakasuklay palikod ay kumikinang sa larawan. Higit sa lahat, litaw ang matipunong dibdib nitong may makapal na balahibo. Sa larawan ay seryoso itong nag-aayos sa relong pambisig. "He's Hector Montanier and he's a perfectionist. So please, beware. Huwag kang gumawa ng bagay na ikakagalit niya kung ayaw mong mawalan agad ng trabaho, Hija," madiing paalala nito kaya napalunok siya. Kaya niya ba? Kaya niya bang pagsilbihan ang lalaking sa larawan pa lang ay mukhang papatay na? Paano pa sa personal? Baka hindi na siya makahinga kapag nakaharap ito. "Gusto ka niyang makausap." Gulat pa siya noong ilahad ni Miss Melia ang cellphone sa kanya. Nanginginig ang kamay niyang tinanggap iyon at nilagay sa tainga niya. Dinig niya ang mahinang musika sa background ngunit mas dinig niya ang mabibigat nitong paghinga. "Your name?" swabe at malamig ang boses nito kaya nahigit niya ang paghinga. "L-orelei Carpio po, Sir." Mahina ngunit marahas na paghinga ang narinig niya mula dito. "Lorelei, hmm," namamaos na sambit nito sa pangalan niya at hindi niya alam kung bakit naghatid iyon ng kakaibang init sa kaibuturan niya. Mabilis niyang binalik ang cellphone kay Miss Melia. Tumatahip ang dibdib niya at hindi kayang kausapin ang bagong boss niya. "B-abalik na lang po ako bukas," tarantang paalam niya. Kahit hindi pa ito um-oo ay lumabas na siya ng bahay na iyon. May mali sa pakiramdam niya. Bakit ganoon? Bakit pakiramdam niya buong boses nito ang humagod sa katawan niya? Iniisip niya pa kung narinig na ba niya iyon noon, pamilyar ngunit hindi niya maalala. "Lorelei, hmm." Muling umulit sa isipan niya ang pagtawag nito sa kanya. Naipagdikit niya ang mga hita lalo't tila namasa ang nasa pagitan ng mga iyon. Bumigat ang paghinga niya. Parang ayaw na niyang tanggapin ang trabaho lalo na kung araw - araw niyang makakasalamuha si Hector Montanier. Tulala tuloy siya noong sunduin ang kambal. Dinala niya pa sa malapit na bilihan ng laruan para na rin makalimutan niya ang pagtawag ni Sir Hector sa kanya. "Itong teddy bear na lang, Mama. Kapag barbie, ako lang ang maglalaro, kapag car naman, si Achi lang. Pero itong bear, pwede kaming share, Mama!" Masiglang tinaas pa ni Ody ang maliit na puting teddy bear. Nahabag siya sa mga ito. Hindi man lang niya maibili ng kahit tig-isang laruan. Hindi man lang niya mapakain sa sikat na fastfood ang mga anak. Mabilis siyang tumango ngunit umiwas ng tingin noong mapansin ang paninitig ni Achi sa kanya. Binayaran na lang niya ang teddy bear para makauwi na sila. Akala niya ay nakaligtas na siya sa mapanuring titig ng anak ngunit hindi. "Mama, iyong book. Kailangan na raw bilhin. Isa na lang, Mama. Kay Ody na lang. Kung hindi pwede, sa susunod na lang po ako mag-aral," kalmadong pagkausap ni Achi sa kanya. Parang pinilipit ang puso niya. Hindi niya hahayaan na mangyari iyon! Hindi deserve ng mga anak niya na maranasan ang nangyari sa kanya. "Hindi, Achi. Bibilhin natin bukas iyon. May bago na akong trabaho." Pinisil niya pa muli ang pisngi nito. Namula nga iyon lalo na't sobrang puti ng dalawa. Ang balak tuloy niyang pagtanggi na sa trabaho ay naudlot. Mas kailangan niya pala iyon. Bahala na kung ano'ng klaseng tao si Sir Hector, basta siya, trabaho lang ang gusto niya. Kinabukasan ay kinausap niya ang mga ito na gagabihin siya. Ayaw niyang iwanan pero hindi niya pwedeng isama. Kung malaki ang sahod niya ay kukuha siya ng bantay para sa mga ito. Kabado siyang bumalik sa malaking bahay. Sa harap pa lang ng pinto ay kumakalabog na ang dibdib niya. Kita na niya roon ang mamahaling sport car na wala kahapon. Nanginginig tuloy ang kamay niyang i-input ang code na pinadala pa sa mensahe ni Miss Melia upang mabuksan niya ang pinto. Pagbukas ay tumambad sa kanya ang pares ng mamahaling itim na sapatos. Pinulot niya iyon upang maitabi. Ngunit nabaling ang atensyon niya sa mahinang hilik sa sala. Kinakabahan siyang lumapit. Tumingkayad para lang masilip ang bagong boss niyang mahimbing ang tulog sa sofa. Halos hindi nga ito magkasya doon sa laki ng katawan. Ang isang binti nito ay nasa sahig habang ang isa ay nasa arm rest. Unan nito ang namumutok na braso at higit sa lahat ay bukas ang suot nitong puting longsleeve kaya't malaya niyang nasilayan ang makapal na balahibo sa matipuno nitong dibdib. Napalunok siya at imbis na lumiko ay umakyat ang tingin niya sa awang nitong mga labi. Namumula at nakasilip pa ang pantay-pantay na puting ngipin nito. Sa totoo lang, para itong modelo ng brief at toothpaste na lumabas sa magazine. Pati panga ay naninigas at sigurado siyang hindi basta-basta ang alaga nito sa ibaba. Ano bang pinag-iisip niya?! "Are you done checking me out, Miss?" namamaos pang bigkas nito bigla kaya napasinghap siya. Nabitin sa ere ang paghinga niya at namilog ang mga mata noong magkatitigan sila. Inaantok pa ang itim nitong mga mata at sobrang haba ng mga pilikmata kaya lalo siyang hindi nakapagsalita. "Close your mouth. Your lips look so delectable," inaantok nitong bigkas muli ngunit iba ang dating ng boses sa kanya kaya nag-init ang mga pisngi niya. Ang boses nito ay parang kagagaling sa nakakapagod na ehersisyo sa kama. Magaspang na namamaos. "Close them... please. I might kiss you if you keep drooling on me. Do you want me... to take you here?" biglang tanong nito kaya namula lalo ang mga pisngi niya. Para siyang naeskandalo at hindi na makatingin dito ngunit nahuli niya ang pag-angat ng gilid ng labi nito. Hindi iyon ngiti kun'di maliit na ngisi. Lumitaw pa sa kanang gilid ng labi nito ang hindi kalalimang dimple. "Just kidding. Let's talk inside my office," bawi nito bago biglang bumangon. Mabilis siyang umiwas at napayuko noong basta na lang ito nag-alis ng butones ng longsleeve nito at swabe iyong hinubad. "Do I smell liquor?" mabigat na tanong nito kaya lang ay ayaw niyang lumingon dito kaya nanatili ang titig niya sa sahig. "I'm asking you. Amoy alak ba ako, Lorelei?" halos paos na naman ang boses nito kaya napapikit siya nang mariin. Iba talaga ang hagod ng boses nito sa katawan niya. Lahat ng balahibo niya ay nagtataasan at pati puson niya ay nakikiliti. Napalunok siya noong maramdaman ang paglapit nito. Pagmulat pa niya ay mabalahibong paa ang nakita niya sa harap ng mga paa niya. "N-o, Sir. H-indi po kayo amoy alak," kabadong sagot niya noong akma siya nitong hahawakan. Pag-angat ng tingin niya ay seryoso itong naninitig sa kanya. Salubong ang kilay. Hindi niya nga maitutok ang tingin sa mukha nito lalo't nakabalandra sa harap niya ang hubad nitong katawan. Bumigat ang paghinga niya at gusto na lang pindutin ang matitigas nitong muscles. "In my office," may awtoridad na nitong utos bago tumalikod. Napabuga siya ng hangin. Napapaypay sa sarili at hindi maiwasang manghina. Parang naubos ang lakas niya dito. Sinulyapan niya na lang ang matipuno nitong likod na pumasok sa isang pinto. Huminga siya nang malalim nang ilang beses at binalik ang mga sapatos sa sahig bago sumunod. Nakasandal na ito sa swivel chair at mukhang hinihintay siya. Nahuli niya agad ang mariing titig nito. "Here, Lorelei," malalim na sambit nito at marahang tinipa ang daliri nito sa mesa. Tahimik siyang lumapit kahit nahihiya. Na-conscious siya sa paninitig nito at pakiramdam niya ay hubad na siya sa isip nito. "I might require you to work 24/7, so make sure you don't have any extra baggage to attend to. Don't worry, I'll pay you triple or name your price," seryosong saad nito matapos iabot sa kanya ang blankong cheque na may pirma na nito. Napatitig siya doon ngunit hindi inasahan ang pagtayo nito at paglapit sa likod niya. Muli siyang naestatwa matapos maramdaman ang init ng paghinga nito sa bandang tainga at leeg niya. Hindi pa siya nakakilos noong lumapat sa bewang niya ang mainit at malaking palad nito. "S-ir," kabado niyang bigkas. "Single?" imbis ay tanong nito kaya mabilis siyang tumango. "Good. Birhen?" sunod na tanong nito kaya nanlaki ang mga mata niya. Hindi siya makasagot. Sasabihin ba niyang may anak na siya at kambal pa? Baka hindi siya nito tanggapin! "Y-es, Sir," pagsisinungaling niya. Marahas itong huminga na tila nahihirapan at nagpipigil. Napaangat nang bahagya ang balikat niya noong tumama doon ang matangos nitong ilong na tila inaamoy siya. Nakiliti pa siya sa mabalbas nitong pangang na humagod sa balat niya. "Perfect for me," halos dumikit pa ang labi nito sa paos nitong bulong kasabay ng pagdiin ng palad nito sa kanyang bewang na tila gusto na siyang sunggaban. Hindi niya alam na kanina pa niya pigil ang paghinga kung hindi lang ito lumayo. "Ikukuha kita ng dress. We'll attend an event," pinal na sambit nito kaya namilog ang mga mata niya. "Po? Sir, hindi po pwede—" Mas namilog ang mga niya noong tumama sa mga labi niya ang hintuturo nito upang patigilan siya. "Shhh. Sasama ka. You're now my secretary. Kung nasaan ako, doon ka." madiing sagot nito na akala mo ay hindi iyon big deal. Hindi siya makareklamo. Paglabas ng opisina nito ay gusto niyang ibalik ang cheque. Tinawagan niya rin si Miss Melia. "Hindi ka pwedeng umatras, Lorelei. Lagyan mo limang milyon iyang cheque niya para makabawi ka kung gusto mo. Kumpara sa mga nauna sa'yo, mas pabor si Sir Hector sa'yo. Mag-enjoy ka na lang sa event, Hija." Napirmi ang mga labi niya. Dapat pala pinag-isipan niyang mabuti. Napilitan tuloy siyang mag-ayos. Hindi pa siya kumportable sa baby blue cocktail dress na inorder nito. Yukong-yuko siya noong titigan nito. Nag-init ang mga pisngi niya matapos masulyapan ang madiing titig nito. Para tuloy siyang hindi makahinga sa paninitig nito. Pakiramdam niya ay hinuhubaran na siya nito sa isip pa lang. "Chin up. You look... gorgeous," mahinang papuri nito. Sinubukan nitong hawakan ang bewang niya ngunit umiwas siya. Hilaw siyang ngumiti. "Alis na po tayo para agad makabalik, Sir." Nauna pa siya sa harap ng sasakyan nito. Nanliliit ang tingin nito noong pagbuksan siya ng pinto. Mali ba na umiwas dito? Boss niya ito at mali na magustuhan siya nito. Umikot ito sa driver seat noong makaupo na siya. Namroblema pa siya paano aayusin ang seatbelt ngunit nahigit niya ang hininga noong ito mismo ang umagaw sa seatbelt niya at nag-ayos no'n. Nasamyo niya tuloy ang matapang nitong pabango na may halong lemon. Akala pa niya ay ang air freshener pero hindi, amoy lemon talaga ito at masarap sa ilong. Maliit itong nangunguso noong paandarin ang sasakyan. Umiiwas siya ng tingin dito. Kumakalabog ang dibdib niya ngayong nasa isang sasakyan lang sila. Kinipkip niya pa ang bag sa mga hantad niyang hita. "How old are you, Lorelei?" biglang tanong nito na muntik magpatalon sa kanya sa upuan. "T-wenty five, Sir." "Hm. Never been touched? Never been kissed? And of course, never... Am I right?" senswal at bulgar nitong tanong. Tumiim bagang siya. Alam na niya ang kalibre nito kung bakit gusto nito ng Birhen. Sigurado siyang marami na rin itong naikama at delikado siya kung hindi siya mag-iingat. "I'm not comfortable with tbose questions, Sir," pag-amin niya. Hindi ito kumibo. Nasilip niya ang pagsasalubong ng kilay nito. Nakasandal na nga ang siko nito sa bintana at pinaglalaruan ng mga daliri nito ang ibabang labi nito. Isang kamay lang ang gamit nitong pagdrive. Nakarolyo ang asul na manggas ng longsleeve at ang lakas manampal ng kayamanan ng mamahaling relo nito. "Would you like to pretend to be my girlfriend?" biglang tanong nito sa kawalan. "Po?" Umigting ang panga nito, "My ex will be there with her new boytoy. Ayoko talagang magpunta na mag-isa, but I have to show up. It's business related. Ipapakilala kitang bagong girlfriend ko. Don't worry, I'll pay you for this," paliwanag nito. "Pero, Sir—" "Just this once, Kitty. After this, you can be just my plain secretary." Napakurap siya at napalinga pa sa backseat kung sino ang tinawag nitong Kitty. "Cute, Kitten," nangingising sambit nito sa reaksyon niya. Nag-init ang mga pisngi niya. Walanghiya! Siya pala ang pusa! Wala rin siyang nagawa noong pagdating nila sa event ay ito mismo ang nag-ayos sa braso niya pakapit sa braso nito. "Just stay beside me, Kitty. Smile as if you are head over heels for me," nakangising paalala nito. Sa dami ng mga bigating tao ay naging peke ang ngiti niya. Sa isang pabilog silang mesa napunta at naupo. Ramdam niya agad ang titig ng isang babae sa kanya na tila gusto siyang patumbahin. "Oh gosh, you got a new girl, Hector. I'm happy for you, Hijo. Hindi sana magloko katulad ng nauna," ani ng isang Ginang na bobo kay Sir Hector. Tumabingi ang ngiti niya habang ang babaeng nakatitig sa kanya ay umirap. Humilig pa ito sa braso ng lalaking katabi. "We should go home early, Babe. Bawal magpuyat ang buntis," dinig niyang bulong nito sa lalaki. Ramdam niya ang paninigas ng katawan ni Hector at kahit nakangiti ito sa mga kausap ay pansin naman niya ang panaka-nakang pag-igting ng panga nito. "Alejandro and I are having a baby boy, Mrs. Sarmiento," dinig niyang sagot ng babae matapos itong tanungin sa pinagbubuntis. Hindi na nga niya ito nilingon bagkus ay natutok ang titig niya kay Hector na naging sunod-sunod ang inom ng alak. Hindi siya nakatiis at inagaw ang brandy na hawak nito at ininom iyon. "What are you doing?" bulong na tanong nito. "Hindi ka pwedeng malasing. Magda-drive ka pa," madiing bulong niya pabalik. Lumapit ito at nagtaasan ang mga balahibo niya noong dumikit ang ilong nito sa leeg niya. "My Kitty is concern," namamaos nitong bulong kasabay pa ng pagdapo ng mainit nitong palad sa hita niya. Ginalaw niya ang hita ngunit dumiin ang kapit nito. Wala tuloy sa sariling napainom siya ng alak. "Crizaa, come back here!" Nabaling ang atensyon niya sa lalaking Alejandro yata ang pangalan. Tinatawag nito ang babaeng masama ang titig sa kanya na nag-walk out ngayon lang. Doon lang nawala sa hita niya ang palad ni Hector. Lumagok pa ito ng alak bago tumayo. "Comfort room," paalam nito pero ang titig ay nasa babaeng papalayo. Hindi niya alam kung bakit nadismaya siyang sinundan nito ang babae. Umiwas na lang siya ng tingin at tahimik na uminom. "Ngayon lang kita nakita, Hija. Gaano na kayo katagal ni Hector? Anim na buwan pa lang naman kasi silang hiwalay ni Crizaa," baling sa kanya ng Ginang kanina. Hilaw siyang napangiti, "Three months po," pagsisinungaling niya. Napatango ito. Mabuti na lang at hindi na ito nagtanong muli dahil hindi na niya alam ang isasagot. Nakuha niyang makaubos ng alak ay hindi na bumalik si Hector. Nahihilo na nga siya noong magpunta sa parking lot para doon ito hintayin. Saktong kapapadala niya ng mensahe sa kapitbahay niyang si Ria para tingnan ang kambal noong mamataan si Hector. Napatuwid siya ng tayo noong makita na itong papalapit. Halatang galit kaya hindi na siya nagtanong. Agad na lang siyang pumasok sa sasakyan noong patunugin nito. Maging sa biyahe ay ramdam niya ang galit nito sa hindi malamang dahilan. Madiin ang hawak nito sa manibela. Isa lang ang sigurado niya. Nakausap nito si Crizaa at tiyak na nabigo ito lalo't noong pagdating nila sa bahay nito ay kitang-kita niya ang bumagsak na luha sa gilid ng mga mata nito. Nahabag siya dito, "Sir—" "Go home, or if you want, you can sleep in one of the guestrooms. Thank you for today, Lorelei," pagtataboy nito sa kanya. Hindi niya alam kung dahil lang sa kalasingan kaya hindi niya ito maiwan. Naaawa siya rito. Agad siyang kumuha ng tissue, lumuhod sa upuan at inabot ang pisngi nito. Pareho pa silang natigilan noong hawakan nito ang kamay niya. "Don't. I'm not weak," pamimilit nito. Naamoy niya ang brandy sa hininga nito at sa malamang ay pareho lang silang may tama ng alak. Napalunok siya noong matitigan ang mga mata nitong dumilim. Balewala niyang pinunasan muli ang pisngi nito ngunit muli nitong pinigilan ang kamay niya. "S-ir—" "If you keep doing that, sa kama tayo babagsak. Umuwi ka bago pa magbago ang isip ko at ipinid ka sa kama," pagbabanta nito. May choice siya, pinapatakas siya nito pero ang katawan niya ay ayaw kumilos. Baka dahil lasing siya. "Pagbilang ko ng lima, lumabas ka na ng sasakyan. I have no mercy when it comes to bed, Kitten," mabigat na bulong nito. Nanuyo ang lalamunan niya at mas lalong hindi nakakilos. "One," pagsisimula nito, nagsimula rin ang mainit nitong palad na umakyat sa hita niya. "Two, get out, Kitty," sobrang paos na sambit na nito habang ang kamay ay nahanap ang garter ng underwear niya. "P-ero, Sir—" "Five. Pagmumura pa nito bago hatakin ang bewang niya at siilin siya ng halik. Mabilis nitong hinila ang bewang niya at pinaupo siya sa kandungan nito. Nahatak niya ang longsleeve nito matapos nitong ipasok ang dila sa bibig niya habang ang palad nito ay nahatak paalis ang underwear niya. Nahanap ng palad nito ang pagkababae niya at diniin ang daliri doon na kinasinghap niya. Hindi siya makasabay sa halik nito. Naliliyo siya maging sa paghagod ng mga daliri nito sa pagkababae niya. Nanigas ang mga tuhod niya sa kiliti sa puson niya at pamamasa. Hindi siya makahinga nang maayos. Inayos ng isang palad nito ang mga hita niya at pinwesto sa bawat gilid nito. Marahan itong dumukwang at halos isandal siya sa manibela masiil lang siya ng halik muli. Tuluyan na siyang hindi nakasagot ng halik matapos naging mabilis ang hagod ng mga daliri nito sa kanyang ibaba. Napapasinghap siya at ang maiksing katinuhan sa utak niya ay nasakop na ng impluwensya ng alak. "Ahh!" mahinang halinghing niya noong bumaba ang mga labi nito sa panga niya. "I'm giving you another chance to run. Run, Lorelei," udyok na bulong nito kahit pa binababa na nito ang zipper ng dress na suot niya. Napapikit siya. Tumatahip ang dibdib niya sa sobrang init. Bumakas sa mukha niya ang bahagyang ngiwi noong dumausdos papasok ang isang daliri nito. "Not running away? Baka di ka na makalakad bukas. I'm telling you, I'm big," paos at mabigat muli nitong bulong na tila nagtitimpi. Hindi niya alam ngunit lalo siyang namasa sa boses nito. Doon nga lang nag-sink sa kanya na kapag natuloy sila, malalaman nitong hindi na siya Birhen. Mabilis siyang napamulat sa naisip. Balak niya sana itong itulak ngunit paghigit sa damit nito ang nagawa niya noong dumagdag ang daliri nito sa loob niya at sunod-sunod na umulos. "Lintik" hingal niyang pagmumura. Paano pa siya tatakbo kung ang titig nito sa kanya ay nanlalapa? Maalab at alam niyang hindi na ito mapipigilan. Nagawa nitong alisin ang bestida niya. Nailiyad niya pa ang dibdib ngunit agad na sinakop ng mainit nitong bibig ang isa at halos ubusin nito. Nahatak niya ang braso nito upang doon kumuha ng balanse. hubad na siya lahat habang ito ay kumpleto pa ang suot. Pati ang relo sa bisig nito ay naroon pa. "Uhhhh, S-ir!" hiyaw niya noong lalong bumilis ang mga daliri nito sa loob niya. Hindi niya una iyon pero may hapdi pa rin sa kabila ng sensasyong nararamdaman niya. Bumalik tuloy ang alaala niya kung paano nabuo ang kambal niyang anak. Kagaya ni Sir Hector ang lalaki, may kalakihan ang katawan. Ang pinagkaiba lang ay may rahas ang kilos ni Sir Hector. Naitaas niya ang tuhod noong mamilipit sa sarap ang puson niya. Mahabang ungol ang kumawala sa bibig niya matapos maramdaman ang pag-abot niya sa rurok. Hindi tumigil ang mga daliri nito sa pag-ulos ngunit pinakawalan ng bibig nito ang dibdib niya. Naghahabol siya ng hininga noong nilayuan nito ang leeg niya at dibdib. Wala sa sariling nakagat niya pa ang ibabang labi sa paghugot nito sa mga daliri nito. Gulantang nga lang siyang makitang sisubo nito ang mga iyon. "Sir!" pigil niya dito ngunit wala na, napapikit na ito sa pagsubo no'n. Agad pang ngumisi at bahagyang pumasada ang dila sa ibabang labi nito na tila hindi pa ito kuntento. "Addictive," sobrang paos na sambit nito. Nag-init ang mga pisngi niya. Alam niyang may tama rin ito sa alak kaya nasabi iyon pero hiyang-hiya siya! Hindi pa siya nakababawi noong marinig ang pagbukas nito sa pinto. Napalunok siya at napakapit sa mga balikat nito noong buhatin siya sa ganoong ayos. Inikot pa nito ang mga hita niya sa bewang nito. "You're Birhen. This will hurt. Hindi pwede sa sasakyan. Saka na... kapag sanay ka na," namimigat nitong bulong na nagpatigil sa paghinga niya. Kumalabog ang dibdib niya. Dumiin ang kapit sa balikat nito noong pumasok ito sa bahay at iakyat siya sa kwarto. Marahan pa siya nitong binagsak sa kama ngunit mabilis na lumuhod sa sahig. Sumisinghap pa lang siya ng paghinga ay pinag-hiwalay na nito ang mga hita niya at agad na sinubsob ang bibig nito sa pagkababae niya. "Sir! Uh—ohh!" Pinatigas agad nito ang dila at tinukso-tukso siya. Alam na alam nito ang gagawin. Nawala na nga sa isip niyang hindi pa siya nakapag-shave pero kung hagurin ng dila nito ang ibaba niya ay tila paboritong pagkain nito iyon. "Ahh!" Nailiyad niya ang katawan at naitaas ang bewang na mabilis nitong hinila upang mas maidiin ang bibig nito doon. Ang ngipin nito ay sumasabay kaya halos mahila na niya nang buo ang bedsheet sa nararamdamang init. Pinagpawisan na siya kahit pa malakas ang aircon sa kwarto nito. Hindi yata ito tumigil hangga't hindi naririnig ang mahabang ungol niya, senyales na muli niyang naabot ang langit. Hindi niya maisara ang bibig sa pagsimot nito doon. Kahit noong tumayo na ito ay nanghihina siya at hindi maisara ang mga hita niya. Maliit niyang minulat ang mga mata. Huli niya ang mainit nitong titig sa katawan niya habang nagtatanggal ng kasuotan. Pati mamahaling relo nito ay basta lang nito tinapon sa sofa. Ora mimso noong mahubad nito ang mamahaling boxer short ay gumapang ito sa itaas niya. "Ibuka ang iyong mga binti nang mas malawak, Kitty," senswal nitong utos. Kumakalabog lalo ang dibdib niya at nanunuyo ang lalamunan kahit pa sa hita pa lang niya dumikit ang naghuhumigting nitong sandata. Palad na mismo nito ang humagod sa mga hita niya at mas pinaghiwalay ang mga iyon. Napapikit siya noong tuluyang tumama ang sandata nito sa kaselanan niya. Paulit-ulit na humagod na tila tinutukso siya. Pati ang ilong at bibig nito ay panaka-nakang humalik sa leeg at panga niya na tila dinidistract siya nito. "Sir~" hirap niyang bulong at napakapit sa matigas nitong braso noong maramdaman ang dulo ng sandata nito. Tama ito! Malaki ito at duda siyang kakasya sa kanya. Baka muli lang siyang mapunit nito! Ang balak niyang pagtulak sana dito ay nauwi sa pagkapit sa braso nito noong pilitin nito ang pagpasok. Sumigid ang sakit sa kanya at halos magdugo ang labi sa pagkagat niya. Iyon ang pangalawang beses niya pero sa tagal na siguro ng panahon ay pakiramdam niya, unang beses pa lang niya iyon. Kita niyang umigting ang panga nito at tumalim ang tingin. Kinabahan siyang baka nahuli na siya nito pero nahanap nito ang mga palad niya at parehong pininid sa itaas ng ulo niya. Pinagsalikop nito ang mga kamay nila bago sinagad ang pagpasok na kinahiyaw niya. "Ahh!" Hindi niya ito mapalo, hindi niya mabawi ang mga nakapinid na kamay. Pinuno naman nito ng halik ang mukha niya. "Soon, the pain will fade away, Kitty," panunuyong bulong nito. Hindi na niya makilala ang sariling paghinga. Hinayaan siya nitong kumalma ngunit hindi rin ito nakatiis at nagsimulang umulos nang mabagal. Dinidiinan na lang niya ang kapit sa mga kamay nito kapag sinasagad nito nang buo sa loob niya. Dinig niya ang magaspang nitong ungol at tila nahihirapan ding bumayo sa loob niya. Para itong nagtitimpi sa mabagal na paggalaw. "H-indi ka gumamit ng goma, Sir," wala sa sariling sambit niya. "Doesn't matter. I will do withdrawal, don't worry," pagpapakalma nito. Ilang beses siyang lumunok. Ang balakang niya ay napapataas noong bumilis nang bahagya ang galaw nito. Malinaw sa pandinig niya ang pagsusumpungan ng mga kaselanan nila. Nangangalay ang mga hita niya sa pagkakahiwalay at halos lumubog sa kama sa laki ng katawan nito. "Ow!" malakas niyang hiyaw na hindi niya alam kung ilang beses niya naisigaw noong dumoble ang bilis nito. Para itomg may hinahabol at hindi magkamayaw. Ang kama nito ay tumutunog kasabay ng tunog ng kanilang mga katawan. Para itong nawala sa sarili at nagsunod-sunod ang pagbayo sa loob niya. Naghalo ang pawis nila at maging mga ungol. Napuno ang kwarto ng mga hiyaw niya. Nanghihina na siya noong maramdamang malapit na siya. Nagmadali rin ito at sunod sunod ang ulos hanggang sa magkapanabay silang mapaungol. Pinakawalan nito ang mga kamay niya kasabay ng mainit na likidong bumuhos sa loob niya. Parang tumigil ang tibok ng puso niya. Sa loob nito pinutok! Kinabahan siya. Hinihingal itong bumagsak sa itaas niya. "Sleep, Kitty," inaantok pa nitong bulong. Nataranta siya at gusto itong itulak ngunit napakalaki nito. Sumiksik pa ito sa dibdib niya at wala yatang pakialam kahit nasa loob pa niya ang sandata nito! "Sir, uuwi po ako," pilit niyang gising at tulak dito ngunit humigpit ang yakap nito sa bewang niya. "Later, stay still. Huwag kang gagalaw. Huwag mong gisingin," halos bulong na lang na sambit nito. Nanlamig siya sa tinutukoy nito. Pati tuloy paghinga niya ay napigilan niya huwag lang magising ang sandata nito. Para siyang timang na naghintay na humiwalay ito ngunit hindi niya rin namalayang nakatulog na siya. Paggising ay sikat ng araw ang tumama sa mga mata niya. Nasilaw siya at nahirapang magmulat ng mga mata. Masakit ang katawan niya, partikular ang pagkababae niya at mga hita. Doon nga lang din rumehistro sa kanya ang nangyari kagabi. "Punyeta!" napamura siya matapos matantong umaga na pero naroon pa rin siya sa kwarto ni Sir Hector. Mabilis niyang nilingon ang katabi ngunit wala na ito doon. Hindi na nga niya maalala kung ano'ng oras ito umalis sa itaas niya. Hihinga na sana siya nang maluwag kung hindi lang naramdaman ang madiing titig sa kanya na tumatagos sa balat niya. Napalunok siya at unti-unting napatingin sa harap niya. Sumikdo ang dibdib niya at nahila ang kumot. Naroon sa paanan niya si Sir Hector, nakaayos na ng business suit, nakapamulsa habang may hawak na baso ng brandy. Pinaghalong madiin at malamig na titig ang natanggap niya dito at noong liningon nito ang kama na walang bahid ng dugo, alam na niya agad ang nasa isip nito. "S-ir, m-agpapaliwanag po ako," sobrang kabang sambit niya lalo't tumalim ang titig nito at umigting ang panga.	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2,679,678	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	Read next chapter	Her fiancé cheated with her stepsister but still wanted to marry her. With a mocking smile, she called off the engagement. When the scmbag cornered her at her door, the elite tycoon appeared behind her--wrapped in nothing but a towel... ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby htel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b*tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hikeys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's lps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His ksses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the bdroom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and slpped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you slp him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist blding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a blde. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who sduced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate ebrace, their lps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-rpe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You brt! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of jnk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. 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2,679,681	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:27	active	2451	Read next chapter	After being released, her malicious stepsister threatened her with their mother's life and tried to send her to an older man. On her way to "sacrifice" herself, she unexpectedly met a mafia kingpin. She took the initiative to seduce him for a partnership. From then on, she turned the tables—tearing apart the fake angel, slapping her stepmother, and refusing to be bullied again! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bldshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an aair with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a mrderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a vgin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A gnshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a gnfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bld. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a ttoo on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his gn and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's tptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with leerous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bld spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bld-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B*ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, gn in hand, and unleashed a hail of bllets on the stunned thgs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bldy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bld splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bld, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bld from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bld clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her tgue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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