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A soft,massive Hästens mattress.
A blinding,dazzling crystal chandelier.
And...my freezing cold feet.
Before I could process what I saw,I was kicked off the bed,face smushed against the floor,unable to move.
My hands were still tied,but the towel in my mouthwas gone.
As Emma Wright stepped on me,I mumbled pleas:
"Pleas...let ‘m go..."
Emma scoffed,glaring down,then sank into a leather chair.
She crossed her legs,arms folded,watching me struggle to sit up,and drawled:
"Ethan Stone,back with me,huh?Three years later,how's it feel seeing me?"
Feel?I eyed the door,summoned sprint-level resolve,and bolted.
I lunged forward,only to fall on the ground, face first.Dragged back with my bare back against the floor,I slid to Emma's feet.
Wincing,I noticed a coarse rope around my ankle,its other end in Emma's grip.
"Still running?"
Emma pouted,delivering a few more kicks.
She leaned down and jabbed at my collarbone with her index finger.
"Some people,I just can't make them see any sense."
I grimaced,snapping,"I'm not a mouse—why click me?"
Emma slapped me hard,grabbed my ear,and smirked,her pretty face twisting with malice.
"Sharp tongue.You're no mouse,but I'll make you live like a rat!Ethan,forgotten what pahhened three years ago?You becamerich overnight,then vanished from my life."
"No calls,no texts.My first love,ended when a loser ditched me!"
"You played ghost,thinking I was after your money,looking down on me.Now,knowing I'm from a billionaire family,you regret it,don't you?"
Emma tilted her head,eyes faintly red.
Yeah,I regretted it.
As a narc undercover,I should've stayed away from Emma.
I shouldn't have pursued her,dated her.
Three years ago,I got my final mission before retiring:pose as a tycoon to infiltrate a dealer's inner circle.
For reasons of secrecy,I couldn't tell Emma ,so I vanished completely.
I planned to reunite with her safely after thismission.
But my left leg was wrecked and permanently disabled.Dad and the agency pulled strings for a hyper-realistic prosthetic,making me look normal.
By the time I fully recovered,three years had passed.
I hadn't contacted Emma once.She must’ve hated me to death.And now,disabled,with her conditions,she shouldn't be held back by me.
I'd just be a stingy delivery guy;she'd be a carefree heiress.
Heart sour,I glanced at the place where my prosthetic met my body,it was hidden by the boxers.
Silent,I took another slap from Emma.
Despite her small hand,she sure got strength,leaving my head ringing.
She stood,pointing,her smile venomous,sending a chill through my body.
"Ethan,ignoring me now?Just wait—I'll make you wish you were dead!"
With my eyes wide and a feeling of being almost deaf,I weakly asked:
"A hundred million...and one dollar.Can I buy my freedom?"
Emma tilted her head,chuckling,and pulled out a fresh contract.
"Ethan,your dad sold you and your descendents for the next thirty generations to me.Freedom?Three hundred billion at least!"
Hearing tthis ghastly term,tears welled up in my eyes.
But it wasn't over.Emma waved her hand with a shiny diamond ring on it,and sixteen shirtless,buff hunks stormed in.
They lined up behind her,their lean physiques would make even men stare.
I was stunned,thinking Emma,post-breakup,had hooked up with so many guys.I didn’t know I had hurt he thatr bad...
But Emma,lounging like a queen,propped her chin and ordered lazily:
"Him.All of you.Go."
