My sister, Grace Hunt, died on the operating table, and I lost the last family member of mine.
She was covered in wounds, died with her eyes open and filled with deep despair and pain.
However, the murderer was still teasing her at a banquet, "The lady of a noble family is much more interesting than ordinary women."
Five years later, I willingly became William Thompson, the most powerful man in his city, the most obedient and favorite socialite.
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"Did he leave any marks on you?"
Caressing my fair face, William scratched through my neck and finally circled the bite mark on my collarbone with his fingers.
It was hard to probe his thoughts, yet his eyes gave away a subtle hint of jealousy.
When I noticed this emotion in William's eyes that shouldn't have appeared, I knew that my plan was about to succeed.
Meanwhile, I found his reaction hilarious since he sent me to serve that man in person last night.
Seeing me sitting on his lap, he lowered his eyes and didn't say anything. I didn't know what he was pondering.
He seemed somewhat discontented and slowly gripped my heck while staring at my face, seeing what I would do to the life threat.
He didn't release me until my cheeks started to turn red and began to groan.
I fell onto the soft carpet and immediately hugged his leg without even calming my breath, begging, "Mr. Thompson, please trust me. I didn't betray you."
"So what were you daydreaming about, Huh?" he asked.
I said, "I'm just wondering when I can become your exclusive toy. I don't want to serve other men any more."
Kneeling on the ground, I sobbed and looked into his eyes with pitiful tears. The fear and fragility on my face made me look like a doll that could only cling to him without any thoughts of its own.
My confession seemed to satisfy William as he patted my soft hair and kissed my eyes as a reward for me.
When our lips finally met, he whispered to me, "I won't give you away to anyone else as long as you behave yourself."
I lowered my eyes timidly to hide the disgust in them and tightly grasped the carpet.
William was indeed a psychopath.
He didn't care whether others liked him or not, but such a thing was never allowed on somebody he was interested in, nor did he tolerate his exclusive things being tainted by others.
After the wild sex, I endured the pain all over my body and stood up to serve William dress until he looked as elegant as before entering this room.
He was very satisfied with me tonight and said while patting my head, "Be good. I probably won't go back tonight. Have a good rest."
I rubbed his palm with my cheek, looking caring and obedient, which William loved most.
I knelt at the entrance and waited for a full half hour to make sure that he had gone far away and did not suddenly come back to check what his pet was doing before standing up with the help of the shoe cabinet.
I staggered to the bathroom.
The servant had already cleaned the bath and filled the bathtub with water before William left.
Staring at the large mirror in the bathroom, I found the bite mark on my collarbone looked more bruised.
That man left this disgusting thing on my body.
Considering William's bad mood last night, obviously, someone was going to be in big trouble.
I didn't care that the fat man who insulted me yesterday would be like under William's torture.
When lying in the bathtub, I rubbed my body harder and harder. My arms, which were already covered with bruises, turned red and looked even more horrible.
I couldn't help but think whether Grace went through all of these before.
Did she struggle alone in the endless abyss of despair and even choose to cut off all contact with me in order not to keep me out of these things...
I looked in the mirror and stared at a similar face to my sister.
For a moment, I seemed to really see her standing in front of me.
2I was five years younger than Grace.
After our parents suddenly passed away, all their property was seized by our relatives. My sister and I immediately were reduced from the apple in my parents' palms to orphans whom everyone could bully.
In order to divide all our property, our relatives sent us all to an orphanage without saying a word.
At that time, Grace was only ten years old and was forced to take on the responsibility of taking care of her younger sister.
With scarce food in the orphanage, she went out to do odd jobs to buy me food.
It was cold in the orphanage at night, so she overlapped two blankets and held me tightly in her arms to coax me to sleep.
Whenever someone in the orphanage bullied me, she picked up a stick and guarded me.
She really tried so hard to imitate our parents and took good care of her ignorant five-year-old sister.
Even though she was later adopted by a wealthy family, she would still sneak into the orphanage during her weekends to bring me things.
Thanks to Grace, I had a happy childhood.
I swore that I would give her a better life and stay with her forever!
One day, I received news that she was going to get married.
I took a leave and rushed to Grace's city.
She told me that it was a family marriage and she couldn't she couldn't regardless of her adoptive parents' kindness for her own selfishness.
Besides, she consoled me that her future husband looked pretty good-looking and had a good reputation. She also said he would take us to the sea after their wedding.
I looked at my sister and realized that her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity about marriage and affection for her future husband.
I compromised. I couldn't stop Grace from pursuing her own happiness.
After she got married, I never received any letters from her again while I was in the orphanage.
Only occasionally would I receive expensive gifts from her.
I felt a little sad that Grace stopped sending me a letter. Then, I comforted myself that she needed to focus on her family now.
After I entered university, I could visit her.
With this in mind, I packed my bags after the college entrance exam and waited for the admission letter. However, the first thing I received from the postman was Grace's death.
A young nurse in the hospital happened to receive my call when she was sorting out her belongings.
I rushed to the hospital overnight, only to see her body in the morgue.
Grace was lying on the bed, and her white dress stained with red blood. Her belly was bulged, and her entire body except for her face was covered with scars and bruises. Her skin had turned pale and stiff, and she stared in my direction with her pretty but hollow eyes.
I couldn't utter a word but only shed tears.
How could my sister become like this...
The young nurse looked at me sympathetically and handed Grace's belongings to me since I was her only relative she could contact.
Then, she left quietly and gave me a quiet space to unleash my feelings.
I hugged Grace and wailed for a while. After trying to calm down, I trembled and opened the bag of her thing. It was a mobile phone.
I turned it on.
After trying to unlock it with every family member's birthday, including Grace's, I still failed.
Finally, I had a flash of inspiration and entered the combination of Grace's and my birthday to unlock it.
Her phone was very monotonous without any particular software for fun. It didn't look like a young person's phone at all.
I opened the address book, but my phone number was not saved there. Her social platform had no information about me or other friends at all.
There was only one account named "Y".
I was a little confused and opened the album again. It was full of naked photos of Grace like a toy under the camera. She smiled in every picture but looked desperate.
I seemed to realize something, and clicked randomly to open the hidden interface in the phone, and there was only a memo on it.
I clicked it with trembling fingers.
What unfolded before my eyes was all the agony my sister had suffered in the past three years after her marriage. In the beginning, she narrated her longings for her husband and revealed her collapse and shattering in the end. The man she regarded as a hero on her social account was actually a devil.
I stared at Grace's belly in a daze and touched it, only to feel a penetrating cold.
At first, I thought she conceived his child, my little nephew, but it turned out to be the incarnation of her suffering.
That night, with the help of Grace's memo, I met her nominal husband for the first time.
He was the devil who dragged my sister into hell.
He was holding a woman's waist, holding up a glass of wine, showing off his recent achievements. He commented without hesitation on his toy's lack of durability and finally sneered. "A lady from an aristocratic family must be much more durable than ordinary women."
After he finished speaking, the whole place burst into laughter and started to jokingly ask him, "Mr. Thompson, do you want to hunt another chick for fun tonight?"
William shook his head. "It's not easy to find such a stunner, but I heard that this woman had a younger sister before, but unfortunately, the little one died in her childhood."
I wore a mask and hid behind the wall, biting my lips tightly until my mouth was filled with blood; otherwise, I would go completely insane and kill those scumbags.
After the party was over, I asked the attendant next to me and found out his name.
The devil was William Thompson.
3After going through what I was here for, I stayed at home alone for several days. Just when I thought William had found some new toys, an unexpected person rang my doorbell.
It was William's fiancee and also the daughter of the relative who seized my family's property when I was young, Olivia Lewis.
But she didn't know my real identity and only thought of me as William's favorite lover.
Every time Olivia came to my house, it was because she was jealous, and so was this time.
But William was not here now.
I said, "Mr. Thompson doesn't live here. Ms. Lewis, I'm afraid you get to the wrong place."
I told her the truth. Facing outsiders, I always called William "Mr. Thompson" and only called him differently in special occasions or under his command.
"I'm not looking for him. I'm looking for you. You were the bitch who seduced my cousin and told William to target him with lies, weren't you?" she said.
Cousin?
I secretly raised my eyebrows. That fat guy from a few days ago was actually Olivia's cousin?
I shook my head to suggest that I didn't know what she was talking about. However, my innocence seemed to be a provocation to her as she slapped my face.
"You know what? I can make you disappear right here, right now!" she shouted.
I tilted my head and covered my cheek, which was beginning to swell. I was not sensitive to pain as I had endured much more pain than this, let alone a mere slap in the face.
So I just stared at her woodenly and continued, "Ms. Lewis, I really have no idea what you are talking about."
Her visit was not complete for her cousin. In fact, she held a grudge about William increasing attention to me. He even refused to let me serve a foreign businessman, which made her restless.
In her opinion, I was just a useful tool who was kept in William's yard. I was beautiful but dirty. She didn't think her fiance would be attracted to someone as sleazy as me.
But this time, his refusal made her realize that I was too close to him. She was afraid to imagine what he would do for me next time.
So, she couldn't wait to cause some trouble for me, wanting to prove that I was still the toy that could be trampled on by anyone.
Thinking of this, Olivia called the bodyguards following her to tear off my clothes.
I was still aware of the developments outside, and William didn't restrict my freedom, just like he never stopped Grace from contacting others.
But my sister just deleted all my information from her social accounts.
So, I knew what he had been doing recently. For some reason, he turned down several invitations for me, among which was even his important client.
Anyway, I'd like to see things going in this way.
I symbolically resisted and dodged from their movements, wondering when William would come back and what he would do after seeing this.
He would definitely be irritated. William was a control freak, especially caring about his manipulation of me, his exclusive slave.
What would he do to the Lewis family?
What would he do to his fiancee?
Olivia's bodyguard moved quickly and turned my pajamas into tatters. The bruises from the previous few days had long since faded, and now all that was left were indelible scars.
For example, the burns on my arms, the bruises on my knees from kneeling for a long time, William's name and some dirty words tattooed on my thighs and waist, and so on.
The two bodyguards had no worries and appeared excited on their nasty faces.
Just when they were about to violate me, the gate door opened again.