I loved Frank Austin for eight years.

On the day I was tortured by the kidnappers, he was celebrating the birthday of his new lover.

When he heard my plea for help, he was indifferent, "Call me when you're ready to kneel down and apologize to Eva."

In order to stay alive, I voluntarily sat on the kidnapper's head's lap and offered myself as a gift, "Dear, I know a lot of things. Please don't kill me."

Later, Frank finally remembered to rescue me, only to see me sitting on the kidnapper's lap and acting flirtatious.

He immediately became furious, "Cecilia Capella, I am your fiancé!"

The kidnapper held me tightly around the waist and smiled coldly at him, "Mr. Austin, my wife is pregnant. Don't scare her."

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In the dilapidated old factory, the kidnappers grew increasingly impatient with me, who was tortured and barely alive.

"Isn't she Frank's fiancee? Why hasn't he come to ransom her for so long?"

"I don't know. Frank told me not to call him again."

"Damn it! It's better to kidnap a dog than her!"

The kidnapper vented his anger by kicking me in the stomach and throwing a phone at me violently.

"This is your last chance. If you can't get the money, don't blame us for being impolite."

I curled up on the ground, feeling intense pain in every part of my body.

Survival instinct made me tremble as I picked up the phone and dialed that familiar number.

After the phone rang, Frank's impatient voice came through, "Do whatever you want. Don't bother me."

"Frank, save me..."

I spat out a mouthful of blood and managed to speak out.

Afraid that he would hang up the phone like before, I begged immediately.

"Frank... I know I was wrong. I will break off the engagement with you... Please save me..."

The man on the other end of the phone just fell silent for a moment.

Then he coldly sneered, "You don't even realize your mistake, and you don't know what you're saying. Don't call me again until you are ready to kneel down and apologize to Eva."

"Frank, no..."

Before the phone was cruelly hung up, I heard the flirtatious voice of my step-sister Eva Capella.

"Frank, come and blow the candles with me."

"Okay, I'm coming."

The phone was hung up, and the scene fell into silence.

Even the kidnappers were surprised by Frank's indifference, and then they cursed.

"He's not going to save her? Then don't blame us for being rude!"

"Buddies, let's treat her well!"

The kidnapper was probably angered by Frank and began to tear my clothes forcefully in anger.

I was in so much pain that I was unable to struggle, and could only beg despairingly.

"No, please let me go. I'll give you money!"

"You, a poor person who is not even as good as a dog in the eyes of your fiancé, where do you get the money to give us?"

I was stunned.

Since my mother passed away and my step-sister returned, Frank's gaze had always passed through me to land on her.

He was fascinated by her, believing her lies and provocations, treating me as a wicked woman.

In his eyes, I was even worse than a dog.

With a 'hiss', my clothes were torn by the kidnapper.

He pressed my body with one hand, while pushing the disgusting body towards me. Under the pressure, I felt a despair and fear that I had never felt before.

Although I knew it was useless, I still screamed out while blood gushed out from deep in my throat, "Frank, save me!"

The more I suffered, the more excited the kidnapper became.

He grinned at me with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Frank has made it clear that he won't come to save you. Shout out all you want. No one will come to save you even if you shout your throat out."

"Is that so? Why don't you ask me first?"

As a cold voice came out, the old iron gate was pushed open.

Dazzling light shone in from outside, and in the depths of the light, a tall man walked in slowly.

The man's face was hidden in the backlight, and I couldn't see his expression. But I could sense from his cold aura that he was not to be messed with.

Seeing him, those kidnappers hurriedly straightened their clothes to greet him respectfully.

"Mr. Grevin, why are you here?"

The man called Mr. Grevin glanced around, walking towards the only clean sofa to sit down.

His cold glance finally landed on me.

"I heard you found some good stuff, so I came to take a look."

The kidnapper immediately flattered and fawned.

"It's not really good stuff. The woman that had been played with and abandoned by men is not worthy of you. If you want, we will find a clean one for you later."

The man raised his eyebrows mockingly at me.

"Is it? Abandon?"

He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes hid a chilling coldness that frightened me.

I involuntarily cringed.

Once again, I felt that he was not easy to deal with.

But no matter what, he couldn't be worse than these disgusting kidnappers.

I mustered up my courage and slowly crawled towards him.

I gently tugged on his trousers with my bloodstained fingers and raised my face to beg.

"Please... Give me a chance. I will do anything."

The man bent down and smiled at me ambiguously, "What can you do?"

What can I do?

Judging from his expression, if I said I could do laundry, cook, and mop the floor, he would probably just kick me out.

Rich people must have nannies at home.

I loosened my grip on his trousers and slowly climbed up his long legs.

He was really tall, sitting on the shabby sofa like a noble god.

I dragged my injured body and finally managed to climb onto his lap.

My clothes had already been torn apart by the kidnappers, and the bloodstains on my fair skin were as dazzling as blooming roses.

Seeing that, the man narrowed his eyes.

He instinctively tried to push me away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I whispered with my trembling voice in his ear, "Dear... Please give me a chance. I promise to satisfy you."

After saying that, I took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.

Probably did not expect that I would be so bold and proactive, he froze slightly, but I could feel he was gradually getting hard.

Compared to those kidnappers, he was much cleaner and had a unique and enticing scent.

Regardless of my fear, I randomly pulled open the collar of his shirt.

I kissed him from his Adam's apple to his chest.

He sat frozen, but his hot hormones were notoriously exhausted.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my wrist with such force that it almost crushed my bones.

He looked down at me and asked in his hoarse voice.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't want to die."

My pitiful appearance successfully dispelled the coldness in his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed me fiercely...

...

I didn't remember what happened afterwards.

I was too badly injured.

Before I had a chance to please the man called Mr. Grevin, I fainted in his arms.

When I woke up, I was lying on a soft bed.

I thought it was Frank who finally came to save me.

But looking around, I realized that everything here was unfamiliar.

It was an unfamiliar large bedroom, decorated in smoky grey, luxurious with simplicity.

From the colors to the furnishings, every part of it was showing off a masculine atmosphere.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat as the scene before losing consciousness flashed through my mind.

I tried very hard to please the man who could save my life, but I was so injured that I fainted before we could even start...

So where was I?

Where was that man?

Did he let me go? Or did he plan to kill me after I recovered?

I climbed out of bed in fear. After making sure the entire room was empty, I tiptoed towards the bedroom door.

This was a villa in the mountains.

I wondered if I could find my way back to the city after escaping from here.

I found the lift and pressed the button for the first floor.

The lift, however, took me to the basement after a slow landing.

Just as I stepped out of the elevator, an arrow shot straight towards me.

The arrow grazed the corner of my forehead and ruffled a few strands of hair.

My eyes widened in shock.

I hadn't expected to walk into a shooting range by mistake.

A few meters away, a tall and upright man smiled at me with an ambiguous meaning.

He looked different from when he was in the old factory. His light-coloured sports clothes made him look softer, but still couldn't hide his innate dominance.

He put away the bow and arrow in his hand and approached me.

I instinctively stepped back.

The next second, he had me in one hand and was holding me against the cabinet behind me.

As he approached me, our breaths intertwined, and there was a hint of ambiguity in the air.

He looked at me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Miss Capella, are you also good at running away?"

I was speechless.

Unconsciously, I leaned back, trying to create some distance between us.

"I... I didn't run away."

"Really?"

The man leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my ear, "But I find you are very resistant to this place. I've been with you for three days and three nights."

Three days and three nights?

Did I sleep in the house of a bandit leader for three days and three nights?

To show that I wasn't going to run away, I took the initiative to put my arms around his neck.

I looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, "Honey, I didn't want to escape. I'm just a bit scared that you're going to kill me."

He laughed, "You've already sold yourself to me. Why would I kill you?"

His hot palm slowly and gradually explored inside my clothes, along my waist. His touch felt like a burning tongue and made me tremble with excitement.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

My body stiffened and I pressed his restless big hand with my small hand.

"No... It doesn't hurt anymore."

I tried to find something to say, "My love, what's your name?"

A hint of darkness flashed in the man's eyes.

"Don't you know me?"

Should I know him?

"I don't know..."

"My name is Joseph Grevin."

Joseph Grevin... Was he the mysterious Joseph Grevin from the Grevin family?

No wonder he was surprised.

The reputation of the Grevin family in both underworld and official circles, even in the whole country, was well-known.

Joseph was also the unattainable man for the girls in the socialite circle.

The man's hand moved to the bruise on my chest and pressed it punitively, "Miss Capella, how dare you climb onto my leg without knowing me? How dare to sell yourself to me?"

I took a deep breath and quickly changed my words.

"I... I know, Mr. Grevin."

Joseph finally felt satisfied and became gentle.

"Please remember me."

"I remember."

It was hard for me not to remember such a famous figure.

"Also, you belong to me now."

There was a hint of detachment in his voice, but when listened carefully, there was also tenderness in it.

At this moment, I could do nothing but nod obediently.

What else could I do?

Maybe I was too well-behaved, or maybe my body aroused his interest, his warm eyes suddenly became filled with desire.

Lowering his head, like a beast that had just come out of its cage, he took me...

While I was being crazily taken by Joseph.

Frank was sitting in the private room of the club he often went to.

Eva was pleasing him with fruits in his arms, but he seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He held his phone.

My chat box on the screen was turned off and on again and again by him, but he never received the message he wanted to see.

He originally thought that after I, who had always been delicate, was taught a lesson by the kidnappers, I would put down my pride and apologize proactively to beg for his forgiveness.

He never expected that after three days, not only did I not apologize, but I didn't even send a greeting message.

She was so stubborn!

When Eva saw his lost appearance, she resented me in her heart.

But on the surface, she put on a well-behaved appearance, intimately held his arm and said, "Frank, my sister has never liked me. Perhaps she feels that pushing me downstairs is my honour and there is no need for an apology... So... It is better to forget about it and bring her back."

Frank was originally still a little worried about whether something would happen to me when I didn't contact him for so many days.

After hearing Eva's words, he immediately turned off the chat box.

She was right.

Cecilia had always been arrogant and fierce, not putting anyone in her eyes.

What could a few hooligans do to her?

She must be deliberately hiding, waiting for me to apologize first.

The more Frank thought about it, the angrier he became, so he simply turned off his phone.

He held Eva into his arms and took the fruit she fed him, saying with joy, "You are always the most considerate and kind!"

Eva smiled smugly.

Cecilia, thanks for your death!

Three days ago when the kidnappers came to her with the photo of the nameless woman's body to ask for the final payment, she almost went crazy with joy.

Her life was finally about to set sail again.

The man she had secretly loved for many years would finally belong to her completely!

...

On the tenth day after being kidnapped, I started to feel restless.

Although Mr. Grevin provided me with good food and drink, and had shown absolutely no intention of trying to kill me, I got tired of the days that I could only maintain my life by pleasing the master like a pet.

I wanted to go to work normally. I wanted to go out and socialize, and make life a little more interesting.

At night, I held my phone.

I searched through my address book, but couldn't find a single name that I could stay with.

In the end, I stopped at Frank's name.

It had been ten days and this man, who was my fiancé, hadn't even sent me a greeting message.

It seemed that he had been having fun with Eva recently.

"Who are you thinking about?"

A strong male scent covered me from behind, and the next second, I was pulled into his arms.

My body stiffened slightly, and I quickly turned off my phone.

I forced a sweet smile and said, "I'm not thinking about anyone. I just want to go back to work."

Joseph glanced at my phone, his eyes full of unknown meaning.

"Work?"

Having just come back from outside, he brought a hint of coolness with him.

I found the man in front of me was always perfect and immaculate, like the crystal snow on the mountain.

Afraid of making him angry, I had to pander to him, "I'm a human, not an animal. I definitely want to do some human things."

I put my arms around his neck and pitifully kissed his Adam's apple.

"Mr. Grevin, may I?"

Joseph seemed to be very sensitive to this action. Every time I kissed his Adam's apple, his body immediately reacted.

His breath became rough.

He lifted my chin with his long fingers, "Do you want to go back?"

I nodded cautiously.

"Will you come back?"

Why should I come back? To continue being his pet?

But I dared not ask, after all, I was the one who took the initiative to sell myself to him in the first place.

"As long as you need me, I will come back."

I felt even more wronged after saying those shameful words.

"So, what do you think of yourself? And what do you think of me?"

"As..."

I thought for a moment and answered boldly, "Good friends?"

I thought he would sneer.

But he smiled gently and kissed me lightly on my forehead.

"You are quite loyal as a good friend."

His kiss was gentle, going down from my eyebrows, and I gradually lost strength in his arms.

With my fingers inserted into his thick black hair, I asked in a trembling voice, "Do you agree?"

"What if I don't agree?"

I was speechless.

I should have guessed the ending, but I still felt disappointed.

I forced a smile.

"Just pretend I didn't ask."

"Or..."

He pinched my chin with his long fingers again, "Try to please me like before, and I'll consider it."

It was not that hard to please him...

Although he seemed cold on the surface, he was actually like an inexperienced boy. He easily got excited when I casually flirted with him, like finding a source of light in the darkness.

I leaned in to kiss him. I skillfully pried open his lips and teeth, invading his mouth.

Joseph's breath gradually became unstable as he let me kiss him.

His usually cold eyes were now filled with desire, reflecting my figure clearly.

Every time at this moment, I always felt that he liked me.

But as the most prestigious and influential master of the Grevin family, how could he fall in love with a woman like me who had been abandoned by men like a dog?

He was just playing with me.

Joseph was strong and muscular. I was as weak as a rootless duckweed when I clung to his shoulders.

He chuckled from above my head, "Hey, you're not skillful enough."

I didn't know how to answer so I playfully bit his shoulder.

He trembled in pain.

But instead of getting angry, he became even more excited.

Just as I felt like he was about to tear me apart, a familiar ringtone sounded in my ears.

It was the ringtone I had set just for Frank.

Did that scumbag finally remember to call me?