Chapter 5
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Sheryl seethed with anger but dared not easily provoke him again.
As her clothes came off, revealing a white camisole tightly hugging her raised chest, Austin squinted with a malicious glint in his eyes.
"Wearing so much? You prepared so well; it would be a shame not to do anything."
With those words, Austin lowered his head, capturing her lips accurately. His lips were scalding, sending shivers through Sheryl's body like an electric current.
Satisfied with her response, Austin softened his kiss, teasing her lips with his tongue.
A warm hand glided over her body, gently pulling down the camisole, exposing her ample bosom supported by the bra.
Wasn't this man supposed to keep his hands off her as long as she didn't resist?
Cold sweat dripped from her forehead as Austin's hands roamed her body. Panicking, she turned her head away from his lips."Let go of me! Rogue! You said as long as I didn't curse you..."
"I said if you didn't curse me, I would spare you?" Austin interrupted, his voice shamelessly sinister.
How could she be so naive? Growing up sheltered by family, she didn't understand a man's nature. Let him help her grow up...
Austin stared at her pale face, and as she desperately struggled, he used one hand to firmly restrain her head from moving, his teeth skillfully opening her mouth as his tongue explored.
Sweet.
Unavoidably, sometimes the light appetizer is more appetizing than the rich main course. And Sheryl, in his eyes, was not just an ordinary appetizer.
A once disdainful heiress who taught him the difference between the rich and the poor, the upper class and the lower class...
Hatred surged.
Leaving her lips, Sheryl was left breathless, her lips swollen and glistening, adding a tempting luster.
Her gaze wandered, apparently already lost in his kiss.
"Do you even feel anything when being violated?" Austin sneered, looking down at her, then turning her over.
With her hands still bound, Sheryl could only lie on the bed rail, realizing something was wrong. Sheryl shouted, "You scoundrel, let me go!"
He had entered her from behind, forcibly bending her legs to penetrate deeper.
Almost dropping tears of shame, Sheryl bit her lip, refusing to make a sound, her bound hands tightly gripping the bed rail.
Being bitten by a dog once or twice made no difference.
That's what Sheryl had to tell herself.
This revenge, she would reclaim it with interest someday.
The shivering sensation and pain that rolled over her body almost made her cry out, but she forcefully endured it.
As her vision gradually blurred, Sheryl passed out, a thin layer of sweat forming on her face.
Fainting already?
Her body was indeed delicate; being a wealthy heiress meant being more delicately raised.
With no interest in continuing, Austin withdrew, casually pressing the intercom and coldly commanding, "Lina, come in and bathe her."
Finished speaking, Austin turned and went into the bathroom to shower.
The proud princess had fallen into his hands.
The satisfaction was self-evident.
A cruel smile played on Austin's lips as he walked out in a black bathrobe.
Sheryl had already been cleaned by the maid Lina, now lying in a bathrobe, her pure black hair spread softly on the snow-white pillow, her face clean and innocent.
Austin sat on the bed, tossing aside her bag. A coin fell out, landing in his palm.
With a light flick of his thumb, the coin soared high into the air, tracing a parabola before landing back in his hand.
Memories burst through the floodgates...
That year, he was still a student at a mediocre high school, where fighting and brawling were part of his daily life.
The most expensive aristocratic high school in the province was just a road away.
After a fight, disheveled and standing on the roadside, he watched as several junior high boys from the prestigious school surrounded a girl who looked like a princess.
"Sheryl, you look so beautiful today."
"Sheryl, have you been riding in Giulio's car these days? Are you close with him?"
"Sheryl, I heard you like the sound of coins thrown into the wishing well. I bought a lot of coins today. Let's go to the park together..."
The boys encircled the girl, who wore an immaculate princess dress, her long hair pinned with a butterfly clip, a faint smile on her face, gracefully listening to everything.
But he saw through it at a glance—the pride and impatience in her eyes. She had no intention of mingling with these boys.
Like a proud peacock, her posture was high and mighty.
Suddenly, the girl looked in his direction, picked up a coin from one of the boys, approached him, stood on tiptoes, and threw it into the pocket of his school uniform, turning to the boys.
"You guys have so much money. Instead of wasting it, why not use it to help the poor?"
The boys, hearing this, took out their pocket money and threw it at him.
Coins scattered all over the ground.
With his fierce fighting skills, dealing with these kids would take little effort. But this time, he just stood there, not moving."Hey, pick them up."
"Yeah, pick them up. If you don't want the money, at least kneel and pick it up!"
The boys shouted at him, full of disdain.
The girl, leaving a tissue behind, smiled and interrupted them, "Let's go. Poor people also have dignity. How can you stay here and make them pick it up?"
As they left, she didn't even spare him a glance.
The boys followed her, like stars surrounding the moon.
She didn't say anything radical, and she even appeared to be doing a good deed.
But it gave him the first taste of shame—the shame of being mocked and trampled on.
To them, the poor were just beggars, existing only to highlight their nobility.
It was just a chance encounter, but from that day on, the name Sheryl was deeply engraved in his heart. It wasn't just a name; it served as a constant reminder of his past as a lower-class individual.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, he could still recognize her at first glance.
Perhaps the inherent pride and aloofness in her eyes had remained unchanged, despite being vulnerable to such a blow.
The ringing of his phone interrupted Austin's thoughts. He answered, and it was his secretary on the line.
"Boss, I've investigated everything about Sheryl as you instructed."
"Speak."
"Nine years ago, the LeBlus family declared bankruptcy. Sheryl's father received a severe 25-year prison sentence. Her mother, unable to cope with the pressure, committed suicide by jumping off a building. Afterward, Sheryl has been living with her uncle and working at the magazine he owns."
The secretary provided more details, but Austin had already hung up.
Bankruptcy? Imprisonment? Suicide? Quite intriguing.
Austin lowered his head to look at Sheryl, who was still sleeping. She was no longer the proud princess but a fallen aristocrat.
Austin sarcastically curled his lips, reaching into the bedcovers to give her a sharp pinch.
Sheryl woke up in pain, staring at him in a daze. In an instant, she became guarded and disdainful, clutching the blanket tightly.
She had fainted.
Without obtaining the information she sought, she was once again taken advantage of.
This time, she willingly walked into the trap. Sheryl, you're just a fool.
"Be my mistress until I get bored," Austin suddenly said, his eyes fixed on her like a dark mist."One million per month."
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