After Hurting Me to the Point of Being Battered, He Was Heartbroken

When I woke up, I was in a strange room.

"You're awake?"

Matthew stood in the doorway, a document in hand.

He walked to the side of the bed, his eyes briefly lingering on my face, his expression unreadable.

Without a word, he tossed the document onto the bed.

"Take a look. If everything's fine, sign it."

I reached out, noticing the bandage wrapped around my arm.

Memories from last night rushed back, and I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

It was a contract for keeping me as his mistress.

He'd pay me, and I'd sell my body.

"Ten million dollars a month. I'm sure you'll be more than happy with that, Amelie. You need the money, don't you?"

Matthew pulled out the chair beside the bed and sat down, looking at me with cold indifference.

"With Scott Group in the state it's in, there's no way you'll get a loan now."

My hand trembled as I held the contract, his voice icy in my ears.

"If you don't sign this, you'll regret it."

He paused before adding, "Oh, by the way, Scott Group's stock just crashed today."

It was like lightning had struck. I turned my head sharply to stare at him.

And then, my phone rang.

It was Tom, my father's secretary.

"Miss, you need to get to First Hospital right away. Your father had a heart attack. They're trying to save him."