A flash of shock, anxiety, and a trace of pity crossed Samson’s eyes.
When I didn’t answer, he grew agitated.
“Say something!”
Pain blurred my vision. I bit down on the flesh in my mouth, barely managing to stay conscious.
I lowered my hand that was smoothing my stomach and forced a nonchalant smile.
“After I dumped you, I’ve been enjoying abalone and lobster with my boyfriend every day. My stomach couldn’t han- dle it and my gastroenteritis flared up.”
Samson’s knitted brows relaxed slightly, but his eyes burned with blazing rage.
He sneered, “Really now? Your boyfriend sure knows how to treat a girl. He’s loaded, but he still lets you come out and sell yourself.
“Do you regret it now?”
“Of course, I do.”
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
My smile didn’t falter. I brushed my fingertips across his collar, dutifully playing the gold–digging woman.
“If I’d known you were a rich heir, I would have swallowed my disgust and kept up the charade with you.” Under his murderous gaze, I gritted my teeth and groped downward. My fingers rested on his lower abdomen. “Young men have good stamina. I actually missed you a little.
“Aren’t you here looking for some fun too? Why don’t you help me out for the night? I’ll give you a 20% discount.”
I could feel him stiffen under my touch instantly.
Before I could react, he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall.
His voice was cold, his eyes filled with disappointment and disgust.
“You’re such a tramp!”
Those words cut into my heart like a blade, tearing into blood and flesh.
He ripped my skirt open roughly.
“Let’s see if your beloved rich heir will despise you for selling yourself out like this.”
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Chapter 2
With my skin exposed, countless scornful and mocking gazes fell upon me.
I trembled in fear, and my stomach began to ache again.
288 Vouchers.
I was truly afraid I’d die tonight, leaving Samson feeling guilty and unable to move on from me. Then all my lies would have been for nothing.
I blocked him with my hands.
“Don’t-”
Instead, he loosened his tie, tied my hands above my head, and brushed his lips against my ear.
“Don’t worry, I know the market price for a tramp like you. You’ll get your service fee.”
I struggled desperately.
Suddenly, the private room door opened, and a woman strode in on high heels. She was dressed in a Chanel couture dress, elegant and beautiful.
She pulled me out of Samson’s embrace and slapped me hard across the face.
“So you’re the one who seduced Samson?”
I was struck so hard my mouth and nose bled. Half of my face went numb from the impact.
But Samson didn’t even spare me a glance. He wrapped his arm around Sarah Holden’s waist and smiled dotingly.
“She’s just my gold–digging ex who ran off with a rich man.
“You’re my fiancée. The perfect match for me. Getting jealous over a woman like this is pointless.”
My ears buzzed, and I clenched my fist tight.
So he already has a fiancée.
Sarah gazed at him sweetly. “You shouldn’t go touching a bar girl like her. What if you get sick?” Samson held up his hand and made a promise.
“I know my priorities. You come first in my heart. I’ll always prioritize our relationship.”
Watching the couple flirt, I knew I should act jealous and resentful to make Samson hate me more.
But maybe I’d already grown tired of pretending when we ended things.
Otherwise, why else would I want to cry
now?
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