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 Oliver Smith."
How could that be? Flora was bewildered; it was him! How could it not be? After all, Oliver was a man with a dreamy smile, and he was gentle and clean. But the man in front of her had nothing on his face except for cruelty and a thirst for blood. Even though their faces were identical, they couldn't possibly be the same person! Not!
But why did they look the same? What was their relationship?
Moving her parched lips, Flora asked the doubt that was gnawing at her heart with great effort, "Who are you?"
Maxwell leaned down, grasping her jaw, and stared at her coldly, saying, "You don't need to know who I am because you're not entitled to know!"
"Alright, then I have to tell you, I'm Flora White, and I must inform you that you've tortured the wrong person." Flora said!
She believed she had never offended anyone in her life, let alone someone as terrifying as this man. She had been inexplicably subjected to such torment, and she was in so much pain! It was so unjust!
"I also need to tell you that I was looking for you, Flora!" Maxwell increased the pressure in his grip, gritting his teeth.
Despite the pain, Flora held back the tears that threatened to overflow and her little face contorted in agony. He, on the other hand, paid no attention and had no compassion for her suffering. What he wanted was to slowly torture her, inch by inch, until that moment of her death!
"Why?" Flora asked in confusion. What had she done wrong? At the very least, she wanted to understand the reason for her impending demise.
"I've said it before; you have no right to ask me anything!" Maxwell's hand, holding her jaw, moved downward, and it felt like a branding iron scorching every inch of her skin. Every pass of his hand was a humiliating mark of death, relentlessly trampling on Flora's pride!
Flora bit her dry, cracked lips tightly, and her body began to shiver again. Blushing with embarrassment and anger, she forced out two words through clenched teeth, "You bastard...!"
Maxwell's warm palm tightened, and he grabbed her long hair, pulling her upright. His blue eyes became bloodshot. Using force to make her look directly at him, he yelled at her little face, "The bastard is you! It's you, Flora!"
"Ouch—!"
Flora screamed as her head brutally collided with the wooden bedside table, and an intense pain instantly spread from her head, making her wish she could die at that moment!
However, before she could recover from the pain, her naked body was back in his embrace, and a new round of humiliation began, even more savage than before!
As his body entered hers like a raging wave, she chose to abandon her resistance. She wanted to faint away like she did two nights ago, knowing nothing, remembering nothing, and even forgetting how he had abused her body!
Unfortunately, fate did not comply with her wishes. She couldn't escape this time, and her mind was clearer than ever. It seemed as if the heavens were intentionally forcing her to remember him, to remember this cruel and humiliating moment!
The physical pain was nothing compared to the psychological agony. If she could die at this moment, she would not hesitate to choose death!
It felt like an eternity had passed, but the weight pressing down on her finally disappeared. Through her tears, she saw the dark blue dragon tattoo again, rushing towards her with a bloodthirsty gaping mouth, proudly declaring its victory!
The blue dragon, along with the man, moved farther and farther away, and then both vanished in the direction of the door, leaving Flora motionless, lying alone on the snow-white bed.
Her milky skin was exposed to the cold air, but she was already numb, feeling no chill. The only sensation throughout her body was pain—agonizing, piercing pain!
In her heart, she cried out countless times: Henry... save me...!
Amid her despair, she thought of the man she had seen on the street a few months ago. Could it be that he and this man were truly not the same person?
After the argument with Mrs. White that day, Flora ran out of the White Family's house, walking aimlessly on the street. She felt the coolness on her cheeks, knowing it was tears, but she didn't reach out to wipe them away.
Standing in front of a beautiful kitchen window, she stared blankly at the figurine of Princess Athena displayed inside. Suddenly, she envied her because she seemed happier than herself. Then, she vaguely saw a pair of blue eyes, silently gazing at her.
Flora's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around. What appeared before her was a man so handsome that he looked like a work of art. Tall and muscular, with a face that was both cold and breathtakingly beautiful, and eyes so blue that they seemed like a sea.
Flora stared at him in astonishment, and the man stared back at her, his gaze traveling up and down her face, settling on her neck. Flora instinctively touched her neck, placing her hand over the platinum necklace. What did he want? Was he trying to rob her?
The man slightly tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing a dreamy smile, replacing the previous coldness. His long hand reached for her necklace, and a deep, sensual voice escaped his lips, "Miss, I am the true owner of this necklace."
What? Flora was momentarily taken aback. She had seen muggings before, but this was a different approach.
"Sir, are you feeling well?" If he wasn't ill, then he must be intentionally trying to strike up a conversation or rob her.
"Miss, you've misunderstood. I hope you'll consider selling the necklace to me, and you can name your price." The man's face still wore that enchanting smile, exuding an air of nobility that surpassed even Henry's handsomeness.
Flora silently thanked her experience for not being the kind of person who hadn't seen the world or handsome men. She had been momentarily captivated but quickly regained her composure. Regardless of his intentions, they couldn't be straightforward or innocent...!
"Help! Robbery!"
Flora's voice rang out like a bell, causing people around to stop in their tracks. Security personnel from a short distance away rushed over.
The handsome man was taken aback and shot Flora an irritated look, but soon, he wore a gentle smile again. He took a business card out of his pocket and said, "Miss, this necklace will bring you trouble. If you're willing, I can take that trouble upon myself for you." After saying this, he handed the card to Flora, then turned and walked away briskly.
After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Remember, my name is Oliver Smith." With that, he continued walking, instantly disappearing into the crowd.
"I think you're the trouble!" Flora spat at his retreating figure. She glanced at the card, which only had the words 'Oliver Smith' and a phone number on it, and nothing else.
Flora casually tossed the card into a nearby trash can, quickly forgetting about the incident.
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
Except for enduring, Flora didn't know what else she could do!Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Flora quickly slipped under the blanket. She wasn't afraid of anyone, but she still lacked a set of clothes to cover her body. Even with the maids, she wasn't comfortable being naked in front of them.No need to guess, Flora could tell it was Nancy who came in. After so many days, she had learned to distinguish footsteps. As soon as she heard the heavy footsteps, her body hair would stand on end, and that bloody blue dragon would instantly coil around her mind, tensing her nerves and causing her to shiver.Flora had just raised her eyes in the direction of the door when something pink flew toward her face, hit her, and fell to the floor. It was a maid's uniform, the clothing Flora had longed for many days. Could she finally have a set of clothes?"Put on the clothes immediately and go to work!" Nancy yelled loudly.Flora's heart leaped with joy, and she eagerly reached out to grab
Flora entered the main house, with Nancy following behind, giving her a lukewarm briefing, "Big Young Master likes mocha coffee, Second Young Master prefers Black Ivory Coffee, Third Young Master enjoys white coffee, and Fourth Young Master drinks fruit juice...""Wow! What kind of family is this? Why are there so many members?" Flora silently exclaimed to herself.She hadn't remembered the coffee preferences Nancy had just explained because she hardly ever drank coffee, so she didn't recognize those names.But she didn't dare to ask Nancy because she knew that questioning would lead to a barrage of insults. To keep things peaceful, she bravely approached the coffee counter, opened a cupboard, and found an assortment of coffee. After contemplating for a moment, Flora selected the most expensive jar of Black Ivory Coffee, thinking that the domineering man must be drinking the priciest coffee. Following the instructions, she made the coffee and then made her way upstairs.Staring at the
Robin exclaimed, "You mean Hercules? He's my big brother!""Big brother?" Flora stared at him in surprise.That man had to be at least thirty years old, right? The boy in front of her couldn't be more than nine years old. This age difference...But that wasn't the main point. Flora had finally found someone willing to have a decent conversation with her. She couldn't help but ask, "You said his name is Hercules? Hercules Smith?"Robin shook his head, saying, "Hercules is what outsiders call him, so I like to call him that too." Then, he placed his index finger on his lips, hushed his voice, and whispered, "Don't tell him, okay? I only dare to call him that secretly behind his back. His real name is Maxwell Smith."Maxwell Smith...Flora quietly pronounced those words, searching her memory for any recognition, but she couldn't recall knowing this person. However, she couldn't help but wonder why he was treating her this way. She wanted to know.What was his relationship with Joshua Smi
Nancy, however, shot her an angry look and scolded her in a hushed tone, "Little Young Master is calling you! Why don't you hurry upstairs?!""Calling me?"Flora raised her head, puzzled, and looked in Robin's direction. He was indeed calling her. She stood up from the floor and quickly ascended the stairs, standing one step below Robin. She bent slightly at the waist, suppressing a smile, and said, "What can I do for you, Little Young Master?""Come play with me!" Robin ordered and then turned to walk toward the bedroom."Yes, Little Young Master!" Flora followed closely. With one hand gently touching her stinging cheek, she resented how forcefully the woman had struck her. She had only just regained some strength, and now she had to endure another blow.Robin opened the bedroom door and walked in. After rummaging through a few drawers, he pulled out a small toy ambulance. Opening it, he found a tube of ointment and handed it to Flora, saying, "Here, use this to apply on your face. I
"Did you hear me?" Nancy shouted in a raised voice."I heard you," Flora replied calmly, finally understanding why Nancy was displaying jealousy toward her. It seemed that in Nancy's mind, being Maxwell's bed-slave was quite an honor.Flora also took a serious look at Nancy for the first time. She appeared to be around thirty years old, slightly overweight, with a moderately tall frame. She was the type of woman that you wouldn't easily remember. Perhaps she had been deceived by Maxwell's breathtaking appearance? Who else besides her knew how much of a sadistic demon Maxwell was?Nancy walked away, leaving Flora dumbfounded for a few minutes, realizing she had no room for resistance. She entered the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly with hot water. After turning off the faucet, she exited the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, gazing intently at her own body.Her once pristine body was now marked with the imprints of that man, new, old, red, purple...She closed her eyes