Chapter 235

Marley uncrossed his legs, a smirk curling his lips. It was laced with pure mockery. "Get on your knees." His voice was cold, indifferent. "Ten thousand dollars per minute. That's a hell of a paycheck, isn't it?" Being forced to kneel naked and serve him was a humiliation that crushed Cheryl's dignity underfoot. If this had been the old Cheryl, she would have fought back. She would have called him disgusting, slapped him across the face, and stormed out. But that woman didn't exist anymore. She had no right to fight back. Right now, money meant more than her dignity. She kept her head down, refusing to meet his gaze. She didn't dare hope that the man in front of her—the same man who had once loved her—would have even a shred of mercy left. Slowly, she dropped to her knees and placed her hands on his legs. The moment her fingers touched him, his entire body tensed. A storm brewed in his dark eyes as his rage crashed like violent waves, threatening to drown her whole.