Another dreaded morning after.
But something was different. My body felt clean and fresh, not sticky at all. Had he bathed me? I ran my fingers over the sheets beneath me and noticed something odd. They weren’t damp, nor did they carry that embarrassing scent.
A slow realization dawned on me.
Had he… laid something down before he came in last night?
I sat there, stunned, a strange feeling creeping over me. A fleeting thought flickered through my mind, but before I could grasp it, the butler’s voice interrupted.
"Young Madam, the Master and Young Master request your presence on the fourth floor."
The Master and Young Master? Startled, I hurriedly tidied myself, making sure every mark was hidden, then forced my trembling legs to carry me upstairs. The soreness and swelling between my thighs burned with every step, fueling my rage. I wanted to tear him apart a thousand times over.
Bastard! 

"Regardless of her reasons for marrying into the Carter family initially, the fact remains that she saved your son last night! Do you think the life of the Carter family heir isn't worth these 5% shares?"
Mother-in-law's face turned pale with anger, but she ultimately held her tongue.
"Helen, don't be so quick to refuse. Ethan still needs time to recover. Taking these shares and joining the company as vice president is also a way for you to safeguard Ethan's interests. His position as CEO has been hanging in the balance for three months now, and the shareholders are getting restless. Put in your best effort, prove your worth once you're there, and shut them up. Understood?"
On the surface, the Carter family operated as a corporation, but in reality, it was a nepotistic enterprise—most of the shares were held by Father-in-law and Ethan, while the remaining shareholders were mostly relativ

Have I changed? Have I become so shameless, so wanton and depraved?
I felt the pad of his thumb brush against the slap mark on my right cheek. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Tell me, what are you thinking?"
I thought he was asking about my thoughts at that moment. Stiffening my neck, resisting my body's instinctive response, I spat through gritted teeth, "I want to kill you."
His chest vibrated with silent laughter.
For a fleeting moment, my hands were free. Blindly, I reached to claw at him, but before my fingers could make contact, he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head.
"Do you want to know who I am?"
His voice held a hypnotic quality. Against my will, I nodded. "Yes."
I desperately needed to know his identity. I had suspected he was behind the servants drugging me tonight, which was why I'd waited in the study, anticipating the revelation of his face. But my hopes were dashed—it turned out to be Andrew. And there was no way this muscular man towering over me could be my short, portly uncle.
"Agree to one condition, and I'll tell you who I am."
Ha! Ridiculous! A rapist making demands. I sneered inwardly but feigned submission. "What condition?"
"Stop barricading the door with furniture. Though it's more effort to get in, you know perfectly well that if I can enter once or twice, I can do it countless times. The more you resist, the more it excites me. Push me too far, and I'll drag you to the living room for the whole family to watch our little performance. Tell me, who do you think would be more humiliated then?"
His demonic words echoed in my ears, sending tremors of fear through me. He was a monster—a devil straight from hell!
His breath ghosted over my ear as he murmured, "Or should I start by sharing videos of our intimate moments for everyone's enjoyment? Which do you prefer—being taken in the living room, or having our tapes go public?"
Monster! Pervert! Bastard! Beast! For the first time in my life, I hated my own weakness, my helplessness that gave him the power to manipulate and dominate me so completely.
I bit my lip and stayed silent. His response was to flip me over and deliver several punishing thrusts.
"You promise me this, and I won't gag you anymore. You can speak, hm?"
I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they might shatter, my heart torn apart by fury and self-loathing. "Do I even have a choice?" I spat coldly.
From the moment I first yielded, one wrong step led to another. Now I was sinking deeper into this quagmire, beyond redemption.
"Good girl."
His kiss suddenly brushed against my wounded cheek—gentle, reverent, as if I were some treasured relic. Though I couldn’t see his face, the way his lips lingered told me tonight was different.
"I’ve agreed to your terms. Now, will you tell me who you are?"
But he only tightened his grip, lifting me effortlessly, his torment unrelenting.
"Stop—ah!"
I tried to resist, but he pinned me down, his breath hot against my skin. "Want to know who I am?" His voice dripped with smug cruelty. "I’ll tell you… once your body belongs to me completely."
Bastard.
Realizing I’d been tricked, I sank my teeth into his flesh with a snarl. The sharp hiss of pain he let out gave me a fleeting, vicious satisfaction.
But I was still too naive. That single bite cost me dearly—he spent the rest of the night exacting his revenge, tormenting me without restraint.
Monster.
By the end, exhaustion dragged me under, and I blacked out.
...

Another dreaded morning after.
But something was different. My body felt clean and fresh, not sticky at all. Had he bathed me? I ran my fingers over the sheets beneath me and noticed something odd. They weren’t damp, nor did they carry that embarrassing scent.
A slow realization dawned on me.
Had he… laid something down before he came in last night?
I sat there, stunned, a strange feeling creeping over me. A fleeting thought flickered through my mind, but before I could grasp it, the butler’s voice interrupted.
"Young Madam, the Master and Young Master request your presence on the fourth floor."
The Master and Young Master? Startled, I hurriedly tidied myself, making sure every mark was hidden, then forced my trembling legs to carry me upstairs. The soreness and swelling between my thighs burned with every step, fueling my rage. I wanted to tear him apart a thousand times over.
Bastard! Are you trying to kill me?
Inside the room, my father-in-law and mother-in-law were waiting. The lat

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