Three Years as His Pet, I Found My True Love

Chapter 2 The Video Leak

I couldn't even remember how I walked over to Sebastian or how I ended up kneeling before him, exposing my fragile neck to his fingertips.

All I remembered was the dazzling neon lights hitting his face as he narrowed his eyes at me, letting out an amused chuckle.

A loud c***k of thunder outside snapped me back to reality.

I hurried out of the bathroom. The main lights in the bedroom were off; the only illumination came from the dim backlighting behind the headboard.

Sebastian stood by the window, staring silently into the pouring rain. Bathed in the warm light, his features still looked as cold and untouchable as winter frost. He was regal, completely out of my league.

I just watched him. Even after three years together, I was painfully aware of the insurmountable gap between us.

I didn't even know exactly how wealthy the Sterling family was. All I knew was that every powerful "sponsor" in the sugar baby scene treated Sebastian with absolute reverence.

Lost in thought, I heard his detached voice cut through the silence. "Come here."

I walked over obediently, and the next second, he pulled me roughly onto the bed.

He was incredibly impatient tonight.

Skipping foreplay entirely, he took what he wanted. Biting my lip, I forced myself to move with him, not daring to let a single sound escape my throat.

Sebastian's lips curled into a cold smirk. "Not going to ask about the bite mark? Not going to ask why I'm angry?"

I forced a sweet smile, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss him. "As long as you're happy, nothing else matters."

When I first became his kept woman, I couldn't tell the difference between love and lust. He showered me with indulgence, and I naively thought his obsession meant he loved me.

The first time he was this rough and impatient, I actually sulked and gave him the cold shoulder. "Sebastian, you're going way too far."

Instead of coaxing me gently like he usually did, he simply lowered his cold eyes and said, "If you don't like it, get out."

The second time, I didn't dare complain. I just gritted my teeth and whispered that it hurt without foreplay.

He told me to shut up and take it.

Eventually, I learned my place.

I finally understood that to Sebastian, I was nothing more than a pet. When he was in a good mood, he spoiled me. When he wasn't, I was just an object to vent his frustrations on. And I knew that one day, my master would grow bored and toss me out.

But I was still a human being. So I was going to leave first.

I held onto Sebastian tightly, letting myself drown in his forceful embrace as a single tear slipped silently from the corner of my eye.

When I woke up the next morning, he was already gone.

Because his corporate empire spanned continents, Sebastian spent half the month in Nechyae and the other half in Floule.

I unlocked my phone. The w******p group chat for international sugar babies had blown up with hundreds of messages overnight.

Half of them were tagging me.

Surprised, I opened the chat and clicked on a video that had clearly been secretly recorded.

In the grainy footage, Sebastian was holding a woman's hand. The woman sank her teeth fiercely into his wrist. Sebastian winced, scowling through the agony, but he absolutely refused to let go.

The look in his eyes as he stared down at her was filled with a profound, tragic devotion I had never seen before.

When his bodyguards rushed forward to intervene, he barked an order to stop them.

Then, he cupped the back of the woman's neck, tilted her head up, and kissed her with crushing intensity.