I Became His Stand-In Lover to Save my Boyfriend

Carrie remained calm. "No matter what, she’s the mistress, Jared. We’re about to get engaged—shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?"

Jared let out a cold laugh and smashed the custom-made cup she had spent half a month crafting just to please him. He had once cherished it.

"Engagement? The only person I love is Karin. What kind of engagement could there possibly be?"

"Carrie, since you enjoy throwing coffee on Karin so much, why don’t I let you experience what it feels like?"

His expression darkened, returning to that terrifying, ruthless look he had when she first met him—like he wanted to grind her to dust.

Moments later, a group of bodyguards swarmed in, gripping her hands and feet, rendering her immobile.

Jared’s voice was like a devil’s whisper from hell. "Karin, how should we punish her?"

Carrie struggled, but it was useless.

Karin feigned generosity. "No need, Jared. I’m not that fragile. It’s just a cup of coffee. When I worked odd jobs abroad, I was often beaten and scolded by customers. I’m used to it."

Jared’s face grew even darker.

"It’s not your place, Carrie, to bully someone under my protection."

"Bring me ten cups of boiling coffee."

Carrie’s heart pounded. "Jared, what are you trying to do to me?"

She didn’t want to risk her life—she still wanted to see Art awake and healthy.

Jared’s lips curled into a smile as he held a cup of steaming coffee. "I’ll repay you tenfold for what you did to Karin."

The next second, scorching liquid splashed across her face.

A searing pain shot through her, and she thrashed against the bodyguards’ grip, but she couldn’t break free.

Jared nodded in satisfaction. "Karin, I won’t let anyone hurt you."

Then, more cups followed—burning coffee drenching her hair, her collarbone, her stomach, her thighs…

Agonizing screams filled the office.

Karin clung to Jared’s arm, laughing wildly.

Jared’s voice was sharp. "Carrie, apologize to Karin. Now!"

She spat on the ground. "I’m right. As long as I’m here, she’ll always be the mistress!"

Without a word, Jared struck her across the face.

"You have no shame."

Then, he handed the last cup to Karin. "Finish it."

Karin hesitated. "Jared, I don’t want to treat Carrie like this. She’ll hate me forever."

He gently ruffled her hair. "You’re too kind, which is why people take advantage of you. With me here, she won’t dare hate you."

With that, Jared guided Karin’s hand, and together, they poured the remaining coffee over Carrie, who was already soaked through.

Her exposed skin turned red and swollen, angry blisters forming before their eyes. The sight was horrifying.

One could only imagine the pain.

No matter how furious Jared had been with her in the past, he had never gone this far.

He had always been gentle to her—once, when she cut her finger on a sharp page, he rushed her to the hospital, refusing to let her touch water until it healed.

Now, to protect Karin, he acted as if he wanted to rip her apart, tendon by tendon, bone by bone.

With one final push, he sent her crashing to the ground.

"Don’t do it again," he warned coldly. "Today was just a small lesson."