He Used Me To Win, I Took My Revenge

Chapter 3

At the charity gala, Roman lavished Charlotte with loving care.

When she felt cold, he took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. When she could not drink alcohol, he stepped in to turn away every drink offered to her. When she set her eyes on a priceless piece of jewelry, he "lit the sky lantern" — outbid everyone at any cost to win it for her.

Vivian followed behind them, watching this arrogant, untouchable man hold Charlotte in the palm of his hand, caring for her every need.

So this was what it looked like when Roman was in love.

Then what was she to him? Nothing but a knife he can throw away any time? Even if she died, Roman would not care in the slightest.

The other guests watched with envy, whispering among themselves. "When has Mr. Lindsay ever treated a woman this well? Looks like Charlotte will be his wife very soon."

"Right? I used to think he was interested in that bodyguard standing next to him. Guess I was wrong." Another guest chimed in.

"How could someone like her ever be good enough for Mr. Lindsay? Only a gentle little woman like Charlotte is a match for him." The guest's tone was full of disdain.

Vivian heard every word, numb, no ripple stirring in her heart.

She already knew the truth—there was no place for her in Roman's heart.

But Vivian never expected to see Simon here.

She watched for an opening, slipped over to his side, and asked in a low voice, "Where is my brother?"

Simon drained his glass of red wine, his gaze glinting with amusement, his voice laced with mockery, "How could he ever be worthy of attending an occasion like this? He's locked up in a dog cage right now."

Vivian's heart jolted. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, and she forced her voice to stay steady, "What will it take for you to let him go?"

Simon raked his gaze up and down her body, then leaned in close to her ear. "Come upstairs and sleep with me once, what do you say?"

"Okay," Vivian did not hesitate for a moment.

As long as she could save her brother, she would even give up her life.

*****

Inside a hotel room.

A twisted look of excitement was on Simon's face. He shoved up Vivian's clothes, grabbed a whip, and lashed it directly against her open wounds.

Vivian's body shook uncontrollably from the agony, but she swallowed down every painful moan that rose in her throat.

Simon drank in the sight of her face contorted with agony, then picked up his camera and snapped the photos. "Vivian, seeing such a tough nut like you tortured to this state by me... it really feels... so good."

Before Simon finished his smug remark, the door was suddenly kicked open with great force.

Roman kicked Simon flying with one kick, his brows and eyes brimming with terrifying ferocity. "Who gave you permission to touch her?"

Simon scrambled to his feet in panic and knelt at Roman's feet. "Mr. Lindsay, it's not what you think. She did this voluntarily..."

Roman's gaze turned dark and heavy. He walked up to Vivian and grabbed her chin hard in one grip, putting enormous force on it. "Is what he said true?"

Simon made a slitting throat gesture behind Roman, his face dark with malice.

Vivian closed her eyes, and gritted out, "It's true. My brother is in his hands..."

She clung to a sliver of hope. She prayed that after seeing her tortured into this state, Roman would agree to save her brother.

But after staring at her for a long time, Roman let out a mocking sneer, "For Aaron, you really are willing to do anything! You're such a slut. Because of your negligence, Charlotte just fell down in the banquet hall. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Roman dragged her back home, pushed her into the bathroom, stripped her naked, threw her into the bathtub. He then turned on the shower, and scalding hot water washed over her entire body. "You've been touched by Simon, so you're dirty. Wash yourself clean properly."

The hot water poured down on her body, immediately leaving patches of bright red burns. Vivian stood stock still right where she was, not even furrowing her brow once.

The pain on her body was nothing compared to the heart-wrenching pain tearing her apart inside.

Seeing her remain completely motionless, Roman finally set down the showerhead in his hand. His low voice held a thread of madness; "Vivian, you can only belong to me..."

When she finished dressing and came out, Roman had gone back to his usual casual, carefree indifference. "Charlotte sprained her ankle. Go make her some soup to apologize."

Vivian said nothing and walked quietly to the kitchen.

She carried the soup into Charlotte's room, and left immediately without staying even a second longer. Just moments later, Charlotte suddenly screamed out.

Vivian paid no mind, but soon after, Roman dragged her in front of Charlotte, his face twisted with fury, "Speak! What did you put in her soup?!"

Seeing the dense red rash covering Charlotte's face, Vivian looked startled for a moment before settling back into her cold, blank composure, and said flatly, "I did nothing." She knew this was just one of Charlotte's schemes.

Yet Roman could not see through it. He took a sip of the soup and said in a cold voice, "You know perfectly well that Charlotte is allergic to alcohol. Why did you add wine to her soup?"

Charlotte threw herself into his arms, her face pale as a sheet, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "Roman, she did this on purpose to hurt me..."

Roman smashed the soup bowl to the floor, and the scalding broth splashed onto Vivian's hand, leaving a ring of blisters.

He glanced at it, and said nothing. After a short moment, he picked up Charlotte and strode out of the room.

He only left behind one sentence, "You'd better pray that Charlotte is fine."

Vivian suddenly laughed, and as she laughed, tears streamed down her face.

Roman Lindsay, falling in love with you is the biggest regret of my entire life.