After Being Rejected, Owned by Two Heirs

Chapter 7: The Agreement Behind Passion

The executive elevator doors opened, and Ken once again dragged Anna, completely ignoring the woman's protests. Ken's wide strides brought her into the master bedroom of the incredibly spacious penthouse. The room was dominated by dark and elegant colors, with a super king-size bed in the center.

Without warning, Ken pushed Anna's curvy body until the woman fell flat on her back on the soft mattress.

"Mr. Ken, stop!" Anna shrieked in panic.

Anna tried to get up and straighten her body, but her movements were too slow. Ken was already looming over her from above. The man’s knees locked Anna's thighs, while his muscular hands tightly gripped Anna's wrists, pressing them to the mattress so that the woman could not move.

"Let me go, you bastard! Don't be insolent!" Anna cried out, her chest heaving rapidly out of anger and panic.

Ken did not listen. His gaze darkened, filled with a dense, unstoppable obsession. "Come on... be my woman, Annabelle," Ken whispered hoarsely.

The man leaned down, ignoring Anna's struggles and began to kiss the woman's neck ravenously. Ken sucked Anna's warm skin in the same spot as last night, deliberately pressing hard to leave a new mark of ownership. A contrasting red mark on Anna's fair skin.

Under the confinement of this foreign man, a single clear tear escaped from the corner of Anna's eye, wetting her round cheek. She felt so humiliated. In less than twenty-four hours, her body had been enjoyed by a man she did not even know.

However, right as that tear fell, a fleeting, painful shadow suddenly crossed her mind.

The image of Daniel looking at her with a look of disgust in the office lobby. The image of her husband kissing Claire Stralla's lips with full passion in front of everyone, while saying, "I don't know this woman."

Daniel is cheating openly without any thought for my feelings... Then what have I been keeping this ridiculous loyalty for these past five years?

That deep heartache and disappointment suddenly turned into an explosion of burning emotion and revenge. Both of Anna's hands, which were gripped by Ken, suddenly clenched tightly. The weakness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of explosive anger. With one thrust of her legs and a push with all the strength from both of her hands, Anna managed to startle Ken until the man was pushed backward.

Anna quickly got up from the bed, tidied her messy clothes, and then stood staring at Ken with ragged breaths. There was no longer any fear on her face.

"Okay!" Anna cried out loudly, her voice trembling with emotion but sounding very firm. "I accept! I want to be your woman!"

Ken, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was somewhat stunned, staring at Anna with knitted brows.

"But with one condition," Anna continued coldly, folding both arms in front of her curvy chest. "Without any ties. No marriage, no status. I will only be your mistress."

Ken stood up, tidying his slightly rumpled black shirt. "Why must it be without status? You can divorce that stupid husband of yours, Annabelle. I can provide the best lawyer to handle it within days."

"I cannot get a divorce right now!" Anna cut him off quickly.

"Why?" Ken demanded, his pair of hawk-like eyes narrowing dangerously, searching for the reason behind Anna's eyes. "Do you still love a man who does not even acknowledge your existence?"

Anna clenched her fists beneath her folded arms. She certainly could not tell Ken the truth. She could not say that she had a promise to her late father-in-law, and most importantly, she could not admit that she did not want to divorce yet before seeing Daniel drop to his knees and crawl begging for forgiveness beneath her feet. This grudge had to be paid in full first.

"That is none of your business, Mr. Ken," Anna replied in a flat and cold tone. "The point is, I want to be your woman. But you must never ask about my reasons, and never interfere in my private business with my husband. If you agree, we have a deal. If not, let me leave this place and pretend last night never happened."

Ken fell silent for a moment. His jaw tightened. As the ruler of Wright Holdings, he had never accepted conditions from anyone. However, looking at the woman in front of him—the only woman he could touch without pain—Ken knew he had no choice but to give in.

"Fine. I agree," Ken said finally, his voice sounding resigned yet laden with absolute possessiveness.

"And one more thing," Anna added. "I cannot live here and pretend to be the Young Mistress in front of your servants. I must still return to that house until my problems are resolved."

Ken exhaled sharply, feeling unsatisfied, but he did not want to make this woman run away again. "Whatever you want. As long as you come every time I call you, I will agree to all of these ridiculous rules of yours."

Anna nodded slowly, feeling a little relieved because she had managed to take control of this negotiation. "Then, it's a deal. Now, order your assistant to take me home."

Anna turned around, intending to step toward the bedroom exit. However, after taking only two steps, a muscular arm suddenly wrapped tightly around her curvy waist from behind. Anna's back pressed perfectly against Ken's solid, broad chest.

"Mr. Ken—"

"Don't be in such a hurry, Baby," Ken whispered low right in the crook of Anna's neck, making the woman's goosebumps rise instantly. Ken's warm breath blew temptingly as the man's lips softly kissed Anna's exposed shoulder. "You are officially my woman now. Before you go back to your husband's house, shouldn't we play out a fantasy first to celebrate our agreement?"