"Who are you exactly?" Flor asked in a stern tone once again, half of her body forced to lie on his legs, no longer struggling or resisting, because she knew it would be futile. Deep down, she was reluctant to let go of his body!"I am your lover, your husband," Maxwell whispered in her ear, holding her body close again and assessing her rapidly changing expression. There was excitement in his heart as he said those words, and he reached out to tidy her clothes."It's not possible..." Flora shook her head in horror and said, "My husband is Henry!"Maxwell glared at her angrily and asked, "I was just about to ask you, how did you become Henry's wife?" The hand that was once caressing her tightened its grip, causing Flora to wince in pain. She furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the pain he inflicted on her."I..." Flora tried to speak, but Maxwell interrupted her, his voice icy as he said, "What has Henry done to you? Tell me!"Flora stared at him, anxious and bewildered, shaking her
In the White Family mansion, inside the lavishly decorated hall, tensions were running high. A young woman, tears streaming down her face, screamed at the elderly couple seated on the leather sofa, "If you don't break off my engagement with Joshua Smith, I will...!"And what will she do? Kill herself? No one would believe that she would choose death!Indeed, Mrs. White sneered at her, raised her eyebrows, and said, "So what? What's wrong with men gallivanting and carousing? Just because of some tabloid news, you want to call off the engagement with him? Do you think marriage is a child's play?""But there have been ten tabloid news about him this month!" Flora White grabbed the newspaper lying on the table, the one with a picture of her so-called fiancé kissing another woman on the street, and threw it at Mrs. White. Why was she so unlucky? Not only did she end up with such a foolish fiancé, but he was also a notorious womanizer."You need to understand, you're marrying into the Smith
Flora was pressed down on the seat by someone, shouting angrily, "Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?! Hey!" The men seemed oblivious to her shouts and ignored her completely. Their mission was simply to apprehend her, so they had no intention of engaging in conversation. After shouting for a while and realizing they would not pay any attention to her, Flora turned her gaze toward the window. Outside the window, the passing scenery was unfamiliar to her, and they seemed to be getting further and further away from familiar territory. Fear began to well up inside her. They hadn't said a word, and she wondered where they were taking her. The car veered onto a winding mountain road, with a vast expanse of ocean to the right. Despite the magnificent view, Flora had no interest in admiring it. Her mind was consumed by worry about what was to become of her. After almost an hour of driving, the car finally slowed down and entered a large mansion. By this time, the sky had started to d
When Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. It felt like she had just experienced a nightmare, but the cold air surrounding her made it all too real. Flora was awakened by the chill, slowly opened her eyes, and tried to move her body, only to find herself so sore that she couldn't move. Her lips throbbed with pain, preventing her from even crying out for help. She lowered her head and discovered that she was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was covered in patches of dense purplish bruises in every corner of her body. On the floor beneath her, several blood stains blossomed like plum blossoms on the off-white carpet. Her brain rang with a bang as she instantly realized that her virginity had been taken away. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as her pure body had been inexplicably stolen by a man whose face she hadn't even seen! Her hands clenched into fists, pressing against the woolen carpet. Through her teary vision, she saw her clothes sca
Flora struggled to open her eyelids, not because she was intimidated by him, but because she was eager to see the man who had tortured herself like this!At that moment of opening her eyelids, finally... she saw it! It was a man so handsome that it could make anyone scream, and so cold that it could send shivers down one's spine. However, why did she feel a bit familiar?She remembered it was the man she had seen on the street a few months ago. Could it be him? The one who had said many mysterious things to her and told her he was Oliver Smith!"Is it you?" Flora stared at him in astonishment.Maxwell's face visibly twitched, and he coldly assessed her with a smirk, "What? Have you seen me before? Why do I have no impression of you at all?""Oliver Smith! Why are you doing this to me?" Flora shouted at him with difficulty.Maxwell was taken aback again, then let out a dry laugh and shook his head."Miss White, I regret to inform you that you've mistaken me for someone else. I am not O
Inside the White Family villa, the weary Henry, who had been searching for Flora for two days, returned home. As soon as he entered, he saw Mr. White and Mrs. White sitting on the sofa leisurely sipping coffee.A surge of intense anger rushed to Henry's head. He abruptly approached his parents, staring at them and shouting, "Dad! Mom! Flora has been kidnapped, and you don't care at all?"He was almost frantic, and yet these two acted as if nothing was wrong, not even bothering to ask a single question.Mrs. White lifted her head from her coffee cup, glanced at him, and said, "Why rush? The other side will call for ransom tomorrow. Just give them the money." Soon, she added, "But if they ask for too much, that won't work.""If they wanted money, they would've called by now! There's something seriously wrong with this whole situation!" Henry exclaimed angrily.Mrs. White sneered, "What else would they want besides money? Except for that foolish boy Joshua, who would want her? She's too
While Flora was pondering this, the door suddenly creaked open quietly. Flora instinctively pulled the blanket tightly around her and cautiously waited for the intruder to approach. The footsteps were so light that they didn't resemble the rude stomping of the shrew or Maxwell's steady gait.Flora looked towards the doorway, and she hesitated for a moment. Standing in front of her was a child whose gender was hard to determine. The child appeared to be about eight or nine years old, wrapped in an incredibly thick winter coat that turned them into a small, round bundle. They wore a cotton hat that was attached to the coat, revealing only the central portion of their small face.His blue eyes were large and bright, with perfectly curled eyelashes that looked almost artificially crafted. Their pink lips were slightly parted. All of this made it impossible for Flora to determine whether the child was a boy or a girl. Vaguely, she could see a glimpse of the man who took pleasure in torturi
To recover more quickly, Flora curled up under the blanket and fell asleep after dinner. During the night, she slept for an unknown duration. Suddenly, Flora felt herself being embraced in a warm hug, and a warm hand was gently caressing her body.This broad and warm embrace felt like Henry's, so warm and strong."Henry..." she murmured with affection unconsciously escaping her lips.The roaming hand on her chest faltered for a moment and then turned into a rough kneading. Flora was startled by the sudden pain and let out a painful cry, instantly waking up from her slumber. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with the sight of a gaping maw of a blue dragon. She screamed in fear and instinctively began to struggle."Little wretch, not bad, you're starting to resist," Maxwell sneered and pinned her down, pressing her hands to prevent any further move."Let go! Let me go!" Flora yelled loudly, writhing and struggling. "I have no grudges with you! Why are you doing this?" What was wro