When Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. It felt like she had just experienced a nightmare, but the cold air surrounding her made it all too real. Flora was awakened by the chill, slowly opened her eyes, and tried to move her body, only to find herself so sore that she couldn't move.
Her lips throbbed with pain, preventing her from even crying out for help. She lowered her head and discovered that she was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was covered in patches of dense purplish bruises in every corner of her body. On the floor beneath her, several blood stains blossomed like plum blossoms on the off-white carpet.
Her brain rang with a bang as she instantly realized that her virginity had been taken away. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as her pure body had been inexplicably stolen by a man whose face she hadn't even seen!
Her hands clenched into fists, pressing against the woolen carpet. Through her teary vision, she saw her clothes scattered nearby, torn, and no longer wearable.
Bastard! She screamed in her heart, wishing she could immediately kill that man! But right now, she couldn’t even stand up!
Could someone please tell her where she was? How could she escape from here? The icy cold air ravaged her helpless body, and she couldn't tell if it was pain or cold, as she began to shudder.
Just as she was about to faint again from the unbearable suffering, the door suddenly swung open. An expressionless woman walked in and kicked her frozen body with her foot, loudly scolding, "Hey! Are you dead or what?"
Flora stared at her through tears and choked out, "Why are you doing this to me? Who are you people?" Each word she spoke was filled with pain, and her mouth had been torn apart by that maniac!
"You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask? Get up!" the woman kicked her for a second time, but she didn't know why. The young master had just ordered her to torture this woman most cruelly, she didn't need to know anything else!
Flora couldn't get up at all, and she knew that this woman was just as evil as the man from yesterday. So she didn't even bother to plead, she despaired and collapsed on the ground, repeatedly chanting in her mind, "Henry! Please come save me!"
Seeing that she couldn't get up at all, the woman stormed into the bathroom and filled a basin with cold water. She splashed it onto Flora's body, and angrily said, "Let's see if you can get up now!"
Flora screamed and fought through the excruciating pain that felt like her body was being torn apart, struggling to crawl up from the ground. But soon, she curled back down, as the cold water dripped down her hair, making her shiver even more.
"The young master is returning from W City tomorrow. If you still look like this, half-dead and half-alive, I'll sell you to a brothel!" the woman said viciously before turning around and walking away.
After lying on the ground for twenty minutes, Flora couldn't bear the cold air anymore and struggled to get up. However, no matter how much she searched the entire bedroom, she couldn't find the switch to turn off the air conditioning.
Helplessly, she stumbled into the bathroom, fortunately, there was still hot water. She adjusted the water temperature, letting scalding hot water pour down from above her head. Every touch of the hot water felt like an agonizing pain in her heart!
After standing under the water for a while, her body finally felt slightly warm, and the soreness was not as intense. However, the pain from her wounds remained unchanged. She searched for a while, but apart from a snow-white towel, there was nothing left, and her clothes had already been torn to pieces!
With no other choice, she slowly made her way back to the large bed in the middle of the bedroom, crawling into the only refuge—the blanket. At least this way, she could feel some warmth!
She didn't understand why that man would treat her so cruelly, and torment her. Was this cold, dungeon-like bedroom another form of abuse? So, what she wanted to say was that the man was truly too ruthless. Because it was really cold here, even with the hot water she had just showered with, hiding in the blanket, she was still shivering.
She didn't know if she fell asleep or passed out. Flora fell into a drowsy sleep, waking up a few times in between, but not even having the strength to open her eyelids, and then falling asleep again.
In the quiet corridor, a steady sound of footsteps could be heard, occasionally accompanied by the respectful voice of a maid, "Greetings, Big Young Master."
Maxwell Smith did not respond to the maid's greeting, and went straight to the bedroom in the far corner, with a woman named Nancy closely following him, reporting on Flora's condition over the past two days.
Maxwell paused at the door of the bedroom, and said in a faint tone, "I know, you may leave!" His voice was so indifferent, just like his cold appearance.
"Yes, Big Young Master." Nancy respectfully lowered her head and didn't dare to stay for another second, quickly turning and leaving.
Maxwell's well-defined right hand touched the doorknob and gently turned it to the right, opening the door. A freezing breath hit him, and he lifted his long legs and stepped in.
The blood-stained floor had been cleaned up, no longer the way it was when he left. His gaze swept around and landed on the large bed in the middle of the bedroom. The corners of Maxwell's mouth slightly lifted, deepening his ghostly smirk.
Taking a few strides, he carefully observed the pale-faced woman on the bed. At this moment, Flora's face was not only pale, but her lips were also turning purple. The wounds on her lips were now infected, with a few strands of blood seeping from the wounds. Disheveled hair scattered around the snowy white pillow, making her look no better than a dead person. Though her eyes were tightly shut, it was evident that she was not sleeping peacefully.
Maxwell grabbed a corner of the blanket and forcefully lifted it, causing the entire blanket to fall to the ground. On the white bed, a milky-white and naked body appeared before his eyes, covered with marks he had left from the previous night.
Seeing his handiwork, Maxwell was quite satisfied, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.
Flora on the big bed was awakened by a sudden cold and fierce breath, and couldn't help but shiver. However, her eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them, although she really wanted to.
"If you don't open your eyes, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."
A ghostly voice echoed softly, making Flora's heart skip a beat. She didn't recognize this voice, but she clearly remembered hearing it the night before she was violated! It was him—?! That man is more terrifying than a demon!
Flora struggled to open her eyelids, not because she was intimidated by him, but because she was eager to see the man who had tortured herself like this!At that moment of opening her eyelids, finally... she saw it! It was a man so handsome that it could make anyone scream, and so cold that it could send shivers down one's spine. However, why did she feel a bit familiar?She remembered it was the man she had seen on the street a few months ago. Could it be him? The one who had said many mysterious things to her and told her he was Oliver Smith!"Is it you?" Flora stared at him in astonishment.Maxwell's face visibly twitched, and he coldly assessed her with a smirk, "What? Have you seen me before? Why do I have no impression of you at all?""Oliver Smith! Why are you doing this to me?" Flora shouted at him with difficulty.Maxwell was taken aback again, then let out a dry laugh and shook his head."Miss White, I regret to inform you that you've mistaken me for someone else. I am not O
Inside the White Family villa, the weary Henry, who had been searching for Flora for two days, returned home. As soon as he entered, he saw Mr. White and Mrs. White sitting on the sofa leisurely sipping coffee.A surge of intense anger rushed to Henry's head. He abruptly approached his parents, staring at them and shouting, "Dad! Mom! Flora has been kidnapped, and you don't care at all?"He was almost frantic, and yet these two acted as if nothing was wrong, not even bothering to ask a single question.Mrs. White lifted her head from her coffee cup, glanced at him, and said, "Why rush? The other side will call for ransom tomorrow. Just give them the money." Soon, she added, "But if they ask for too much, that won't work.""If they wanted money, they would've called by now! There's something seriously wrong with this whole situation!" Henry exclaimed angrily.Mrs. White sneered, "What else would they want besides money? Except for that foolish boy Joshua, who would want her? She's too
While Flora was pondering this, the door suddenly creaked open quietly. Flora instinctively pulled the blanket tightly around her and cautiously waited for the intruder to approach. The footsteps were so light that they didn't resemble the rude stomping of the shrew or Maxwell's steady gait.Flora looked towards the doorway, and she hesitated for a moment. Standing in front of her was a child whose gender was hard to determine. The child appeared to be about eight or nine years old, wrapped in an incredibly thick winter coat that turned them into a small, round bundle. They wore a cotton hat that was attached to the coat, revealing only the central portion of their small face.His blue eyes were large and bright, with perfectly curled eyelashes that looked almost artificially crafted. Their pink lips were slightly parted. All of this made it impossible for Flora to determine whether the child was a boy or a girl. Vaguely, she could see a glimpse of the man who took pleasure in torturi
To recover more quickly, Flora curled up under the blanket and fell asleep after dinner. During the night, she slept for an unknown duration. Suddenly, Flora felt herself being embraced in a warm hug, and a warm hand was gently caressing her body.This broad and warm embrace felt like Henry's, so warm and strong."Henry..." she murmured with affection unconsciously escaping her lips.The roaming hand on her chest faltered for a moment and then turned into a rough kneading. Flora was startled by the sudden pain and let out a painful cry, instantly waking up from her slumber. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with the sight of a gaping maw of a blue dragon. She screamed in fear and instinctively began to struggle."Little wretch, not bad, you're starting to resist," Maxwell sneered and pinned her down, pressing her hands to prevent any further move."Let go! Let me go!" Flora yelled loudly, writhing and struggling. "I have no grudges with you! Why are you doing this?" What was wro
Except for enduring, Flora didn't know what else she could do!Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Flora quickly slipped under the blanket. She wasn't afraid of anyone, but she still lacked a set of clothes to cover her body. Even with the maids, she wasn't comfortable being naked in front of them.No need to guess, Flora could tell it was Nancy who came in. After so many days, she had learned to distinguish footsteps. As soon as she heard the heavy footsteps, her body hair would stand on end, and that bloody blue dragon would instantly coil around her mind, tensing her nerves and causing her to shiver.Flora had just raised her eyes in the direction of the door when something pink flew toward her face, hit her, and fell to the floor. It was a maid's uniform, the clothing Flora had longed for many days. Could she finally have a set of clothes?"Put on the clothes immediately and go to work!" Nancy yelled loudly.Flora's heart leaped with joy, and she eagerly reached out to grab
Flora entered the main house, with Nancy following behind, giving her a lukewarm briefing, "Big Young Master likes mocha coffee, Second Young Master prefers Black Ivory Coffee, Third Young Master enjoys white coffee, and Fourth Young Master drinks fruit juice...""Wow! What kind of family is this? Why are there so many members?" Flora silently exclaimed to herself.She hadn't remembered the coffee preferences Nancy had just explained because she hardly ever drank coffee, so she didn't recognize those names.But she didn't dare to ask Nancy because she knew that questioning would lead to a barrage of insults. To keep things peaceful, she bravely approached the coffee counter, opened a cupboard, and found an assortment of coffee. After contemplating for a moment, Flora selected the most expensive jar of Black Ivory Coffee, thinking that the domineering man must be drinking the priciest coffee. Following the instructions, she made the coffee and then made her way upstairs.Staring at the
Robin exclaimed, "You mean Hercules? He's my big brother!""Big brother?" Flora stared at him in surprise.That man had to be at least thirty years old, right? The boy in front of her couldn't be more than nine years old. This age difference...But that wasn't the main point. Flora had finally found someone willing to have a decent conversation with her. She couldn't help but ask, "You said his name is Hercules? Hercules Smith?"Robin shook his head, saying, "Hercules is what outsiders call him, so I like to call him that too." Then, he placed his index finger on his lips, hushed his voice, and whispered, "Don't tell him, okay? I only dare to call him that secretly behind his back. His real name is Maxwell Smith."Maxwell Smith...Flora quietly pronounced those words, searching her memory for any recognition, but she couldn't recall knowing this person. However, she couldn't help but wonder why he was treating her this way. She wanted to know.What was his relationship with Joshua Smi
Nancy, however, shot her an angry look and scolded her in a hushed tone, "Little Young Master is calling you! Why don't you hurry upstairs?!""Calling me?"Flora raised her head, puzzled, and looked in Robin's direction. He was indeed calling her. She stood up from the floor and quickly ascended the stairs, standing one step below Robin. She bent slightly at the waist, suppressing a smile, and said, "What can I do for you, Little Young Master?""Come play with me!" Robin ordered and then turned to walk toward the bedroom."Yes, Little Young Master!" Flora followed closely. With one hand gently touching her stinging cheek, she resented how forcefully the woman had struck her. She had only just regained some strength, and now she had to endure another blow.Robin opened the bedroom door and walked in. After rummaging through a few drawers, he pulled out a small toy ambulance. Opening it, he found a tube of ointment and handed it to Flora, saying, "Here, use this to apply on your face. I