"What are you talking about?" Brock's expression changed drastically upon hearing what Bethany had just said. Bethany's smile broadened for a moment. There was a plaster of blood on the corner of her lips. She seemed to have been beaten to a pulp before now. Thwack! A fist to the face which threw her head to the back, making her already disheveled hair float endlessly in the air. "If you play a smart game with me again while I ask you a question, it would be your head getting ripped out."Brock truly couldn't tell what she was talking about, but there was something in him that was reluctant to ignore it. Of course he was not scared of her father. Although her father was a formidable person, yet he wasn't the kind of person that could give him a sleepless night. "Why are you in a hurry?" Bethany's smile resurfaced again. "Whether or not I speak would not stop his coming."Brock felt disgusted as well as clueless. He didn't know which of the feelings to nurse. He paced for a moment

A moan escaped the lips of Bethany. She always knew him to be a terrible person, but she never thought that he would be bold enough to do that to her while they were both grown. "Do you have a death wish?!" She yelled with all her might, trying to distract herself from the forbidden pleasure. The amount of rage that had compounded in her mind was so enormous that it had engulfed whatever other feeling could be loitering. Seeing the reaction of Bethany, Jason was quite taken aback and it was evident in the manner at which his face twisted and tuned. He drove the finger deeper into her warmth watching as her body moved in tune to the feeling, but her facial reaction retained immense weight of disgust. He withdrew his finger, putting it into his mouth as he licked it dry until the taste of her was no longer on the finger. Bethany felt so disgusted and sick to the stomach that she hurled a ball of saliva from the phlegm in her throat, right into the amused face of Jason. "You crazy

It's been a week since the mysterious young man saved her from the evil of Brock Kohn Douglas. Although the pang of trauma has left a permanent dent on her mental state of mind, Isabella has slowly recovered. In the past, she couldn't even sit for too long, let alone have a guest come by. But right now, she had just finished meeting with a guest, smiling a lot more and being cheerful. Her doctor had told her to engage herself in light affairs. She was also advised to watch a lot of comedy videos and other things that wouldn't wear her down mentally. Right now, she was seated in the living room of the Rolan Villa. If one didn't witness it, they would have argued that this living room was not destroyed and displaced by the angry men of Thorne. It has been fixed, a lot more better than it used to be. A lot of more has been paid to see to the prompt and perfect job. Isabella sat there alone, staring into the space. Her mind endlessly visiting the bungalow where the mysterious young m

"After taking the left turn, you can pull over." Irwin's sudden voice startled Bethany, but she did well by not folding under the pressure. Getting a grip of herself, she looked through the mirror to see the reaction of Irwin. She feared that he might get angry because she had repeated the same mistake from the past. To her surprise, Irwin wasn't even looking at her. He was looking through the half-opened window. He has been like that ever since they left the tower. Since the past week that she returned to the tower to resume her duty as his property, he never talked about anything with her. All she had to do was prepare his meals, wait on him, leave according to his instructions and be alone in the tower throughout the whole day. She had wanted to protest. She had gone from being the most respected lady in the country, who hardly have time for rest because of endless interviews, to a personal chef and errand girl. No matter how much she had thought of protesting, whenever she c

Inside The Oasis, a five-star restaurant directly opposite the Imperial City University, a waitress was scene approaching a table that was surrounded by a group of college students. "Excuse me, sir." The young waitress stopped, turning to a red-haired male student. "I'm not sure how this would sound to you but I assure you that it's not coming from a place of disrespect."The red-haired student was Evan Thompson, the hottest boy on campus. Not only was his family wealthy, but he has a powerful background to back it up. Hence, why he was popular with the girls, and why no one would willingly mess with him. "What is the matter, pretty?" Evan Thompson smiled at the waitress. He seemed to find her quite attractive. His gaze traveled from her pretty face to the opening in her shirt which revealed a glimpse of the swell of her breast. "Really, Evan!" A sudden feminine voice snapped at him from the side. The was a female version of Evan seated next to him. Only that instead of red hair,