The Billionaire's Caged Elf

To protect the endangered elf race from human nobles, I left the Life Forest and seduced Anders, my childhood friend, now the most powerful and ruthless man in the world.

As I expected...he was still obsessed with me.

For three days and three nights, we drowned in feverish, desperate pleasure.

But when I finally woke—naked, aching, gasping for air—a bucket of sulfuric acid was dumped over my head!

I screamed. However, Anders stood by with a cruel smile.

"Huh, so the legendary immortal elf can feel pain?"

"This is just the beginning, Jovia. Until you tell me where my parents are."

He firmly believed that the elves were behind the mysterious disappearance of his parents.

From then on, my hell began:

Forced to watch him and Lisa be affectionate, forced to cut open my chest and extract my life crystal that sustained my life for her beauty treatment; forced to sing with an overstrained, hoarse voice to lull Lisa to sleep…

He hated me to the core. But every time I was on the verge of death, it was he who would roughly pick me up and force me to swallow the top-grade magic potion. His hands trembled with rage, and something he refused to name.

Sometimes he was as cold as ice: "Do you think I still love you, so I can't do anything to you? Keep going!"

At other times, he would reveal a heart-wrenching tenderness, gently stroking the scars on my neck with his fingertips and whispering in a low, seductive voice: "Be good, tell me where my parents are. "

I silently endured his love and hate, feeling the struggle deep in his soul. I silently kept the secret about his parents that could shatter everything.

Soon, I wouldn't have to endure all this anymore.

Because if an elf leaves the Life Forest for more than three years, their life source will dry up and will eventually turn into nothing.

At this point, there were only three days left until my disappearance.

To protect the endangered elf race from human nobles, I left the Life Forest and seduced Anders, my childhood friend, now the most powerful and ruthless man in the world.

As I expected...he was still obsessed with me.

For three days and three nights, we drowned in feverish, desperate pleasure.

But when I finally woke—naked, aching, gasping for air—a bucket of sulfuric acid was dumped over my head!

I screamed. However, Anders stood by with a cruel smile.

"Huh, so the legendary immortal elf can feel pain?"

"This is just the beginning, Jovia. Until you tell me where my parents are."

He firmly believed that the elves were behind the mysterious disappearance of his parents.

From then on, my hell began:

Forced to watch him and Lisa be affectionate, forced to cut open my chest and extract my life crystal that sustained my life for her beauty treatment; forced to sing with an overstrained, hoarse voice to lull Lisa to sleep…

He hated me to the core. But every time I was on the verge of death, it was he who would roughly pick me up and force me to swallow the top-grade magic potion. His hands trembled with rage, and something he refused to name.

Sometimes he was as cold as ice: "Do you think I still love you, so I can't do anything to you? Keep going!"

At other times, he would reveal a heart-wrenching tenderness, gently stroking the scars on my neck with his fingertips and whispering in a low, seductive voice: "Be good, tell me where my parents are. "

I silently endured his love and hate, feeling the struggle deep in his soul. I silently kept the secret about his parents that could shatter everything.

Soon, I wouldn't have to endure all this anymore.

Because if an elf leaves the Life Forest for more than three years, their life source will dry up and will eventually turn into nothing.

At this point, there were only three days left until my disappearance.

...

In the dead of night, the heavy alloy door of the underground cell was kicked open with a brutal crash.

A tall mercenary guard grabbed my disheveled long hair and dragged me up from the cold floor. Several resounding slaps made my ears ring and I became fully awake.

Ignoring my painful moans, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me out, cursing all the way.

"Miss Lisa is injured! How dare you sleep so peacefully, you monster?"

The rough gravel road had torn my skin.

I was dragged in front of Anders. Under the luxurious suite's lights, he wore a silk robe, draped like a king’s mantle.

His gaze swept over my dripping blood, his brows imperceptibly furrowed. His thin lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a deeper coldness.

"Lisa's hand is injured. Use your life crystal to heal her."

I struggled to lift my head and saw Lisa lying on the expensive bed with her eyes closed, her small abdomen slightly protruding, looking extremely weak.

"Slap!"

The next second, a sharp slap landed on my face, the burning pain instantly spreading.

The maid's voice rang in my ears："Where are your eyes looking? Is Lisa someone you, this filthy elf, can look at? Do you want to cast a spell on her? "

I had never thought about it, but…

Anders's voice was so sinister it could drip water, piercing me like poison:“As long as I'm here, you won't hurt anyone else!”

I immediately lowered my head with the rapidly swelling red handprint on my face, my voice hoarse: "…I'm sorry."

I slowly crawled to the bedside, my eyes falling on Lisa's wound—it was clearly a mark from when she had deliberately teased me with food in the dead of night, and I had instinctively bitten her.

Two years of torture had made me well aware of Lisa's endless "illnesses" and treatment methods.

I habitually reached out to unbutton my tattered shirt to take out the crystal, cut open my chest and took out the crystal, just revealing the snow white skin, but heard Anders's furious growl beside me: "All of you, get out!"

The bodyguards and maids in the room, as if released from a death sentence, quickly scurried out, leaving only me, Anders, and the feigning asleep Lisa.

I didn't understand why he had dismissed everyone, but his thoughts were always as deep as an abyss, impossible to fathom. Without hesitation, I used my sharp nails to fiercely stab at the area of my heart!

An indescribable pain swept through my body, and I trembled violently, cold sweat instantly soaking through my clothes. Finally, I managed to extract the life crystal that emitted a soft white light from my body.

The crystal's glow enveloped Lisa's wrist, and the wound healed at a visible speed.

Anders's deep and mocking voice broke the silence: "Jovia, don't think that by playing this act of self harm in front of me, I'll have a soft spot for you."

In his eyes, my choice to extract the crystal instead of using the healing power of my song was merely a performance to gain his pity.

But he didn't know that due to the long torture and being far from the Forest of Life, my energy had dried up, and my song had long lost its healing power.

I was even more disdainful of pretending to be pitiful in front of him—that was Lisa's specialty.

Under the healing glow of the life crystal, Lisa "timely" woke up with a yawn. Anders immediately went forward and gently held her in his arms.

"How are you? Does it still hurt?" His voice was the tenderness I would never have again.

Lisa glanced at my bleeding, empty chest, a swift flash of cruel satisfaction passing through her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt anymore... It's just..." She frowned, covering her mouth and nose, her voice trembling with a hint of crying, "After getting pregnant, the smell of blood makes me feel so sick, I want to throw up... Anders, can you make her leave? I'm so scared when I see her..."

She is indeed beautiful, putting on a pitiful pose. A blue glow flickers at her fingertips, and her bright red nails are strung with light blue crystals, making her look even more vivid.

Anders turned his head, his eyes instantly freezing into ice, sharp as a blade, shooting at me: "Are you deaf? Get out now!"

I supported my exhausted body with my arms and crawled out little by little. Behind me, I clearly heard Anders's deliberately softened soothing words:

"Lisa, promise me, don't get close to those evil elves again. They are inherently cunning and will only hurt you."

My heart, which had been numbed by the intense pain, was suddenly pierced by this sentence, the pain instantly reaching a new peak, even my breathing was torn with agony. Just as I crawled out of the door, a bucket of icy cold water was poured over my head!

"Disgusting monster!" A mean maid stood with her hands on her hips and threw a dirty rag hard at my face. "Don't you have an immortal body? Can't you heal any wound quickly? Why are you still bleeding? You've dirtied Mr. Anders's expensive floor! Clean it up right now! Or I'll go tell him and he'll punish you even more severely!"

I was too weak to even raise my hand to block it. The rag stuck to my face, giving off a disgusting smell. I struggled to pick it up and began to wipe the mixture on the floor. However, the bloody hole in my chest seemed never to stop bleeding. Fresh blood kept gushing out, soaking the rag and dripping onto the floor, creating new stains.

I wiped for the entire night.

Inside the suite, Anders and Lisa's deliberate flirtatious whispers and laughter were like poisoned needles, constantly piercing my eardrums and stabbing into my heart.

Finally, a drop of scalding liquid slid down from the corner of my eye, disappearing.

Anders's eyes full of disgust and hatred when he looked at me once again appeared clearly before my eyes.

Soon... very soon... all of this will be over.

It turns out that even the elves with long lives in legends will eventually face true death. My life only has three days left.