The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Rope

Because of what he said, I pushed him. It was as if I were broken, and my brain couldn't process it right away. Seems like I almost collapsed, but thankfully, when he mentioned the name Caroline, my spirit awoke. I grimaced at him, afraid that he had already figured it out and that my plan would be ruined. I let out every emotion and expression I could muster.

“W-what? C-caroline?” I could barely form a sentence before my voice broke. I felt as if something heavy had crumbled on top of my head, and I had no idea what to do. I'd like to save myself. The butterflies in my stomach rumbled because I was afraid Andrius would notice them, but I took a deep breath when the door rang outside, but it couldn't be opened because it was locked. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I was about to pass him when he grabbed my hand and shoved me back. My brows met in surprise, and I looked at his hand, which was burning me due to his grip. I believe he had a major issue with me lately, and he didn't want to stop pestering me. Why is he bothering me now that he's with Beatrice? When the house phone rang then, he was still standing in the same spot. I'm no longer bothered by the fact that he can see my chest.

“If you don't leave me here, I will scream out loud that you are raping me!" I tried to scare him, pointing my finger so that I could convincingly threaten him. However, he didn't seem to have any intention of letting me go because he pulled my hand and hugged my waist. He stroked my waist down to my legs.

“I used to touch this body,” he says, my ears throbbing. He is adamant that I am the Caroline he refers to. That's not going to happen, so I'll just use this opportunity to entice him. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck because his hand was on my legs. I will not let him take me to the hole and dig the grave for me.

“I don't know who you're referring to Caroline or who owns my body you're saying, but if you want I can replace that woman for you.” I slid my index finger from his nose to his lips. My other hand

remained wrapped around his neck like a brace.

As the door slammed again, we both stared. I appear to have persuaded him that I have no idea who he is referring to, so he withdraws from me and falls silent. I never stop smiling at him, and I never forgive him. When the door slammed again, he took a step away from me. I, too, turned away from him. As we turned away from each other, it was as if a rope had snapped, which explained why my knees were weak. They were growing stronger like Andrius, and when Andrius left, they turned into withered vegetables.

I heard Aiza's voice as the door opened. My heart has a root cut in it. But I ignored it because the bitterness of the past and my desire for vengeance on him dominated me more.