I was Tortured While My Husband Celebrated His New Lover's Birthday

My clothes had already been torn apart by the kidnappers, and the bloodstains on my fair skin were as dazzling as blooming roses.

Seeing that, the man narrowed his eyes.

He instinctively tried to push me away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I whispered with my trembling voice in his ear, "Dear... Please give me a chance. I promise to satisfy you."

After saying that, I took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.

Probably did not expect that I would be so bold and proactive, he froze slightly, but I could feel he was gradually getting hard.

Compared to those kidnappers, he was much cleaner and had a unique and enticing scent.

Regardless of my fear, I randomly pulled open the collar of his shirt.

I kissed him from his Adam's apple to his chest.

He sat frozen, but his hot hormones were notoriously exhausted.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my wrist with such force that it almost crushed my bones.

He looked down at me and asked in his hoarse voice.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't want to die."

My pitiful appearance successfully dispelled the coldness in his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed me fiercely...

...

I didn't remember what happened afterwards.

I was too badly injured.

Before I had a chance to please the man called Mr. Grevin, I fainted in his arms.

When I woke up, I was lying on a soft bed.

I thought it was Frank who finally came to save me.

But looking around, I realized that everything here was unfamiliar.

It was an unfamiliar large bedroom, decorated in smoky grey, luxurious with simplicity.

From the colors to the furnishings, every part of it was showing off a masculine atmosphere.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat as the scene before losing consciousness flashed through my mind.

I tried very hard to please the man who could save my life, but I was so injured that I fainted before we could even start...

So where was I?

Where was that man?

Did he let me go? Or did he plan to kill me after I recovered?

I climbed out of bed in fear. After making sure the entire room was empty, I tiptoed towards the bedroom door.

This was a villa in the mountains.

I wondered if I could find my way back to the city after escaping from here.

I found the lift and pressed the button for the first floor.

The lift, however, took me to the basement after a slow landing.

Just as I stepped out of the elevator, an arrow shot straight towards me.

The arrow grazed the corner of my forehead and ruffled a few strands of hair.

My eyes widened in shock.

I hadn't expected to walk into a shooting range by mistake.

A few meters away, a tall and upright man smiled at me with an ambiguous meaning.

He looked different from when he was in the old factory. His light-coloured sports clothes made him look softer, but still couldn't hide his innate dominance.

He put away the bow and arrow in his hand and approached me.

I instinctively stepped back.

The next second, he had me in one hand and was holding me against the cabinet behind me.

As he approached me, our breaths intertwined, and there was a hint of ambiguity in the air.

He looked at me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Miss Capella, are you also good at running away?"

I was speechless.

Unconsciously, I leaned back, trying to create some distance between us.

"I... I didn't run away."

"Really?"

The man leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my ear, "But I find you are very resistant to this place. I've been with you for three days and three nights."

Three days and three nights?

Did I sleep in the house of a bandit leader for three days and three nights?

To show that I wasn't going to run away, I took the initiative to put my arms around his neck.

I looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, "Honey, I didn't want to escape. I'm just a bit scared that you're going to kill me."

He laughed, "You've already sold yourself to me. Why would I kill you?"

His hot palm slowly and gradually explored inside my clothes, along my waist. His touch felt like a burning tongue and made me tremble with excitement.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

My body stiffened and I pressed his restless big hand with my small hand.

"No... It doesn't hurt anymore."

I tried to find something to say, "My love, what's your name?"

A hint of darkness flashed in the man's eyes.

"Don't you know me?"

Should I know him?

"I don't know..."

"My name is Joseph Grevin."

Joseph Grevin... Was he the mysterious Joseph Grevin from the Grevin family?

No wonder he was surprised.

The reputation of the Grevin family in both underworld and official circles, even in the whole country, was well-known.

Joseph was also the unattainable man for the girls in the socialite circle.

The man's hand moved to the bruise on my chest and pressed it punitively, "Miss Capella, how dare you climb onto my leg without knowing me? How dare to sell yourself to me?"

I took a deep breath and quickly changed my words.

"I... I know, Mr. Grevin."

Joseph finally felt satisfied and became gentle.

"Please remember me."

"I remember."

It was hard for me not to remember such a famous figure.

"Also, you belong to me now."

There was a hint of detachment in his voice, but when listened carefully, there was also tenderness in it.

At this moment, I could do nothing but nod obediently.

What else could I do?

Maybe I was too well-behaved, or maybe my body aroused his interest, his warm eyes suddenly became filled with desire.

Lowering his head, like a beast that had just come out of its cage, he took me...