Forever for You

　　When I was on the brink of starvation after losing my job, my proud and scheming ex, Alexander Jones, suddenly showed up and tied me to his side. He looked at me with red eyes and told me I couldn’t leave, but inside, I was thrilled.

　　I mean, come on, this way, I could retire early and live a relaxed life, with Alexander’s chiseled abs to touch and his handsome face to kiss every day. This was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of.

　　I wasn’t scared of him losing it. Honestly, I could out-crazy him any day, leaving him totally helpless. Now, he locks the bathroom door every time he showers, terrified I might sneak in and ambush him. Oh, he was really not very generous.

　　It was almost New Year’s, and I’d been unemployed for three months. My days were spent at home watching videos and eating instant noodles, and my mental state was completely shattered.

　　People’s priorities change. I used to dream of getting rich, but now I just wanted to get by. There are so many rich people in the world; why couldn’t I be one of them?

　　I was eating instant noodles, staring at the sky at a 45-degree angle, hoping my knight in shining armor would suddenly appear and shower me with money.

　　Instead, everything went dark. I thought the power went out, but after struggling, I realized I was in a sack. I knew it, the whole world had abandoned me, but human traffickers would always pick me.

　　I took a breath and fainted. That sack was pretty high-tech; one cover over my head, and I was out!

　　When I woke up, my head was spinning, and my body felt weak. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a bed, unable to move my arms and legs. I tried to move my right hand and found a large silver chain on my wrist.

　　Wow, it looked pretty nice.

　　Right away, a bold guess popped into my mind. Could this be platinum?

　　I got excited and lifted my hand to take a closer look. The chain’s quality was really good. I tapped it with my finger, and the sound was dull, not crisp.

　　Oh my! This chain was likely 80% platinum, which meant the person who tied me up was not only rich but also a bit crazy. Who uses a platinum chain to bind someone? Is this some kind of industry competition?

　　The door to the room opened, and I turned my head to see a slim, handsome figure walk in. I squinted my eyes, judging silently. This guy’s waist was well-trained; hugging him would definitely feel good.

　　When he turned around, I saw a familiar face. It was my old ex!

　　We had been together for years, and he wouldn’t let me touch or kiss him, leaving me so frustrated I practically got mouth sores without getting any closer to him. I really liked him, but our families weren’t compatible, and he was a bit nuts—seriously, he had mental issues and had even been to the hospital for it.

　　I worked and endured him standing by my bed in the middle of the night, staring at me until I almost had a nervous breakdown. So, we broke up.

　　Now, he walked over slowly, sat by the bed, and brought a cup of water to feed me. I obediently drank it, and when I didn’t speak, he pressed my head tightly against his abs, trembling as he said, “Don’t think about leaving me, Olivia. You can’t do this to me.”

　　Who knows what he was thinking, but his tone grew even crazier. “Don’t hate me. We’ll be together forever like this, with no one else. Even if we die, you won’t leave me.”

　　I pushed him away and freed myself from his embrace, gasping for fresh air. Alexander’s eyes were red, and he looked at me helplessly as I caught my breath.

　　I looked up at him, shocked. “Alexander, you’ve got some twisted game going on here, huh?”