My Lover, My Revenge

Chapter 7 Your Sincerity

Mabel fell silent briefly, suddenly jolted by the footsteps of a passing nurse.

'Oh God! What am I doing? I'm selling myself to a stranger!'

"Miss, have you completed the payment?" A nurse seemed to have come looking for her specifically. "Your mother's condition is very urgent!"

"Of course, I'm just, uh, transferring the money." Mabel looked down at the still-connected call on her phone, feeling as if she had been burned, and quickly hung up. "There's a delay with the bank, you know."

"Alright, please hurry." The nurse nodded and hurried away.

Mabel stared blankly at the dimmed screen for a while, internally struggling with herself. Ultimately, she decided to borrow a large sum from an online lending platform first.

As for how she would repay this money, she believed there would be a way.

But when it came time to pay, Mabel froze.

"Miss, your bill has already been fully paid." The nurse looked up from behind the computer, adjusting her glasses. "The payment account was signed under Mr. Quinn."

"What?!"

Mabel was so surprised that her phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but just as her fingers touched the device, a pair of cold, gleaming black shoes appeared in her sight.

She looked up and found Cyrus standing above her, his handsome face looming, and then slowly curled his lips into an amused smile.

"Ms. Lambert, I presume you have something you want to say to me?"

Mabel followed Cyrus in a daze, mechanically descending the stairs, walking into the parking lot, and stopping in front of a silver-gray Rolls-Royce.

"Get in." Cyrus' voice was cold.

Mabel hesitated for a moment but eventually got into the car.

A semi-transparent partition separated the front and back seats, blocking all forward views from the back. Once the door was shut, she could hardly hear any sound, whether from outside or from the front seat.

'The damn privacy of this luxury car!' Mabel felt uneasy, deliberately keeping a distance from Cyrus, and cleared her throat. "Why did you..."

Cyrus didn't let her finish. He knocked on the partition, and the car smoothly started to move.

"Hey!" Mabel quickly reached for the door handle but found it was locked. "Stop the car, I need to stay at the hospital with my mom!"

"With you looking like you could pass out and be admitted to the ICU bed next to your mother?" Cyrus scoffed. "Save it."

"But!"

"There are no 'buts'. Two nurses plus my unlimited account will suffice." Cyrus opened a small bar in the car and poured himself a glass of wine. "Now, let's talk about us."

Mabel found his less-than-friendly gaze unsettling. "So, why are you doing all this?"

"You called me." Cyrus sipped his wine.

"I dialed by mistake. That doesn't mean I accept the deal!" Mabel retorted immediately.

"Oh, no problem. Let's see, a medical bill shortfall of 700 thousand, out of which 30 thousand was for... that one night's fee." The brutal, humiliating words fell from his thin lips. "The remaining 670 thousand, plus the nurse fees... Oops, even a nurse is more expensive than you, Ms. Lambert. That will be 770 thousand in total. Give it back now, and you can leave the car."

He swirled his wine glass, the blood-red liquid stinging Mabel's eyes.

"Or, you could consider all this as the sincerity I've shown in wanting to marry you, Ms. Lambert. I'm far more generous than your former fiancé."

"But why me?" Mabel asked, voicing a question that had haunted her. "Do we know each other?"

Cyrus stopped swirling his glass.

"You don't remember me?" He narrowed his eyes as if staring down prey.

Mabel struggled to recall any interaction with such a powerful magnate but came up blank.

"That figures. You have had too many suitors to remember someone like me." Cyrus suddenly pushed the glass towards her, leaning in to corner her.

"So, accept or reject the deal. Pick your poison, Ms. Lambert."

Mabel's first impulse was to refuse!

But just as she opened her mouth, the cold glass pressed against her tongue, and the spicy liquid poured in, choking her.

"Think twice before you answer." Cyrus' eyes gleamed coldly, like a bolt of lightning awakening Mabel.

This omnipotent man had her mother's life in his hands, and once they were married, the title and the hidden wealth on her head...

That would be enough for her to crush those who had schemed against her.

She was silent until her coughing fit ended, her breathing evened out.

"I accept," she said.

"Bravo!" Cyrus suddenly laughed out loud, downing the rest of his wine in one gulp.

Then, he grabbed Mabel's wrist, pulling her forcefully down from the seat. The interior of the Rolls-Royce was spacious. Mabel was caught off guard and fell right before him. She didn't feel pain due to the thick carpet but found herself embarrassingly positioned right between his legs.

"So, your sugar daddy just fronted nearly a million dollars for you. It's time to prove your sincerity, don't you think?" Cyrus pinched her chin, his actions erotic as he rubbed her lips.

He said "sugar daddy", not "fiancé".

His charming silver-gray eyes loomed in front of Mabel as he grinned wickedly.

"Now, please me."