Chapter 4

Thinking about the big payout she could get from this guy, Emilia couldn’t help but curl her lips into a slight smile. Hang in there, Mom. I’ll save you, no matter what... But before she could fully hide the smile, she looked up—Dominic was already standing at the bathroom door. His damp hair hung low, a towel draped casually over it, and his piercing eyes were fixed right on her. Startled, Emilia’s hand trembled, and the small packet she held slipped through her fingers. It hit the ground and popped open, sending the tiny pills scattering all over the floor. “S-Sir…” She stammered, completely unsure of what to say next. “They're just... aphrodisiac pills…” Snapping out of it, Emilia quickly crouched down and started picking the pills up, forcing a flirty smile. “I figured you might be shy, so I thought I’d sneak them into your drink.” Aphrodisiac pills? Dominic stared at her, anger flickering in his gaze. Did she really think he didn’t recognize what those pills were? If she didn’t want to be here, why the hell did she come with him at all? Thinks she’s too good for this? Old, fractured memories stirred inside him, ones he'd buried long ago. Annoyance tightening across his features, he strode over and grabbed Emilia by the arm, yanking her onto the bed. “S-Sir…” she mumbled, inching backwards as panic bubbled up in her chest. His dark expression made her heart race wildly. “Let me take a shower first, I—I’m sweaty and gross…” Stalling. She needed time—long enough to hide one pill in her mouth, feed it to him somehow. “No need. Doesn’t bother me.” His tone was ice. He leaned in close, fingers already yanking at her thin dress. Emilia shivered in fright and struggled hard to avoid his touch. Dominic caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head, smirking coldly. “Didn’t plan on doing anything, but since you’re so eager… I’ll show you I don’t need any damn pills to make you scream.” “I’m sorry, sir.” Realizing this had gone way too far, Emilia panicked. “I wasn’t thinking, really, it was a mistake—I don’t want the money anymore, please, just let me go…” All she’d wanted was the cash. She hadn’t expected things to spiral out like this. “No, stop—please!” Her dress had already been half-torn off. Eyes brimming with tears, Emilia broke down. “My mom’s sick, she needs surgery. That’s why I did it… I didn’t have a choice…” Dominic looked at her tear-streaked face, but his expression stayed flat. “You girls sure come up with all kinds of tricks.” His voice was devoid of warmth. “You want money? Well, you’ll get it. After.” “No—please, I’m begging you…” He didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch as she pleaded. With a swift motion, he pulled the leather belt from his slacks, wrapped it tightly around her hands, and yanked—her dress came undone completely.