Chapter 3:
After a long silence, her hoarse voice choked out: "I... I know..."
"So, do you expect me to doing the next step?"
The voice was mocking, yet equally cold.
Sonya bit her lip, her eyes reddening, feeling something advancing below. She felt pain, a lot of pain.
She knew she had signed a contract. She only did this because of the contract, and after that, she had nothing to do with these people anymore. There was no affection that could arise. But this she could hardly accept.
Evan looked at her coldly, not giving her any time to adapt. He clasped her hand and raised it high... Then thrust forcefully.
"Relax..."
Sonya felt like she was silent, desperately closing her eyes, then reluctantly clinging to Evan's shoulder, burying her small face in his neck.
In that moment, she knew she had stepped into the abyss of sin.
The man was very pleased with her compliance, and he indulged in it...
Finally, Evan broke through one of her barriers.
Sonya gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse and numb, with a hint of coldness inside.
The pain, waves of excruciating pain surged, her body stiffened, but she couldn't move. She had never endured such intense pain before, as if she was being torn apart completely. In that moment, before her eyes was truly just a dark abyss, she was in so much pain that she was almost unconscious!
She couldn't serve him!
Evan didn't care about Sonya's discomfort. He didn't have any respect for this woman. For him, this was just business. No man liked to waste time on such matters, especially with a woman he had no feelings for.
Love and sympathy? What nonsense!
He had hired her, and he was generously paid for her services. This pain, she had to endure it. It was something she had to accept.
The pain intensified, accompanied by anger and suffering. Tears flowed incessantly from her swollen red eyes, but she forcefully bit her lower lip, not wanting to show weakness in front of this man. But she couldn't bear the intense pain, so the more it went on, the more she couldn't endure it, crying out intermittently.
Finally, she cried like a pitiful cat, sobbing uncontrollably.
Infiltration, collision, it seemed to have taken away everything she had.
The pain surged like waves, gradually subsiding, her body floating in mid-air.
Falling into pleasure, her eyes gradually blurred, her trembling fingers opened, yet couldn't grasp anything ahead. Before her was a chaotic gray darkness, her mind was confused.
The perfect coordination, their sweat mingling, Evan's fingers clutched her fiercely, wanting to enjoy her as deeply as possible.
Her mind was muddled, her body following Evan's lead, churning inside, Evan felt her body reach its limit. He frowned, she bit her lip tightly, and they both finished.
Evan's handsome face slackened, looking at her petite face, he inexplicably bowed his head, heavily kissing her lips, his tongue invading her wet mouth, like a small snake stirring inside incessantly, swallowing all her choked sobs.
Kissing to him was a forbidden act...
Just a business transaction...
To him, he would never kiss a woman's lips, because in his eyes, a woman's lips were extremely filthy. Those women who had lingered by his side, most of them were noble ladies, but they were only worth teasing in his eyes. But the woman in front of him now, for some reason, he wanted to kiss her.
This was exactly the first woman he had ever kissed. He didn't even know what taste kissing had, how it felt?
Evan paused, pressing her down, taking a deep breath, quickly entering again, continuing for the second time...
On the bed, another long period of endless entanglement...
Falling into endless turmoil...
...
Sonya opened her eyes wide in the darkness, the blindfold had been removed long ago, her body soaked with sweat.
The sound of the shower gushing echoed in her ears.
She startled, but her fingertips transmitted the sensation of pain. She remembered what had just happened. She really wanted to know if this was real or a dream. She used her fingertips to press hard on her hand, a... it hurt.
She reassured herself; it was all over, everything was finished... At this moment, she only hoped that she would conceive successfully.
She would give birth to that man's child, take the money and leave this place, returning to her normal life.
At this moment, she felt truly happy.
Evan finished bathing, changed into new clothes, his tall figure standing silently in the room, a sense of oppression enveloping him. His icy gaze swept over the moonlight and the woman lying under the blanket, her body not only soft but also marked with the traces he left behind.
On the bed, there was a long streak of blood, like a scarlet streak in the snow. Looking at it sent shivers down one's spine.
Sonya lay quietly on the bed without moving, turning her back to him, trembling, curling up, her body stiff as a lifeless rock. He looked at her sweaty, somewhat disordered hair, saying nothing.
He gave her a sharp look, stood silently for a moment, then turned around and left directly.
Hearing the door closing, Sonya hugged her shoulders, looking at the terrifying red marks on her wrists, her eyes stinging, but she didn't dare to make any sound, not even a whimper.
Not long after, the sound of a car driving away came from outside.
The luxurious car had just left, the sound of the car getting farther and farther away, until nothing could be heard. Finally, she tightly closed her eyes, crying out loud.
A luxurious villa near the beach, she lived there, every day just sitting blankly, knowing nothing about the man from that night.
She had also guessed why the other person chose her? Later, upon reflection, perhaps it was because she had a normal identity, so she wouldn't pose a threat to the children for adoption.
She didn't know whether her decision this time was right or wrong, nor how long she had to hide her father. But she had come to the end of the road. She had no other choice. She didn't regret it. Even if she was eventually kicked out onto the streets with nowhere to go, she wouldn't regret this.
For someone who couldn't support herself like her, the concept of dignity was too extravagant. Right now, she only had this one choice.
However, she owed her father gratitude for accepting her as his foster daughter, taking care of her for so many years, treating her as his own flesh and blood. Although her foster mother and sister didn't accept her, her life was still complete. Deep down, she had silently thanked her father. Currently, her father was facing difficulties. The situation at home was extremely precarious. No matter what, she had to repay this kindness to their family.
Other matters, she temporarily thought little about.
Evan didn't know. Tonight's events had decided her fate for the rest of her life, leaving an indelible scar on her. He also didn't know that later on, this woman would always be by his side.
...
Dawn, the morning sun shining into the room.
Sonya slowly opened her eyes, sitting up slowly, wrapping the white blanket around her, walking to the window, pulling the curtains aside, looking at the scene outside.
But even if the sunlight was warm and bright, it couldn't reach her heart.
Footsteps could be heard outside the door.
The door slowly opened.
Sonya was startled, turning her head, she saw a beautiful woman, but her face was filled with extreme anger, slowly approaching her, following behind her was the secretary who had signed the contract with her, but the secretary just walked beside her saying nothing.