Chapter 4

Dominic comes downstairs wearing a robe.

The hem reveals teasing glimpses of what's underneath. He sees me, says nothing, and walks past.

Then he turns back around, staring at the marks on my body.

He suddenly grabs my throat, snarling, "Melody, you really get around, don't you?"

His grip isn't gentle. I feel like I'm about to suffocate, frantically slapping at his arm.

"Let... go... of me," I rasp.

Seeing my eyes roll back, he finally regains his composure and releases me.

I collapse, powerless, my vision going black as I slump to the floor.

He catches me in his arms. "Melody, are you okay?"

Once I've recovered enough, I push Dominic away.

But my struggling looks like flirting to him—completely unconvincing.

I feel a wave of hurt, tears streaming down my face.

Seeing me cry, Dominic scrambles to wipe my tears away.

He sighs and pulls me to my feet. "Melody, I'm just worried about you."

I don't understand. "What do you mean, worried about me?"

He pulls out his phone and hands it to me.

"How could this happen..." I murmur.

His phone shows videos of me. Multiple videos.

"I bought these from a website. After I bought the first one, every time there's a new video of you, the seller asks if I want to purchase exclusive rights. If I don't buy it, he'll post it online."

"I've already bought hundreds of videos. Each time, he charges more."

"Now do you understand?"

Now I understand. In these videos, besides me, there's a man whose face is pixelated.

It's my husband. I'd recognize his build anywhere.

I clap my hand over my mouth in shock. "It's Brian!"

The tears I just stopped start flowing again.

"What do I do now? Why would he do this? We've been married for five years."

"Why would he do this to me? We've known each other since we were kids. Childhood friends. When my family went bankrupt, he was there helping with everything. He was the only one willing to help me."

The more I think about it, the more devastated I feel. I collapse into Dominic's arms, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Brian, why would you do this? He's impotent, and I never even cared about that.

Why?!

I cry inconsolably.

"You shouldn't go home for a while. Stay at my place—I've got plenty of rooms."

"It's not safe for you to go back right now. Tell him your job now requires you to live-in, and don't let him know you've found out about this yet."

"I'll handle everything when the time comes."

And so, I move into Dominic's house. His flirtations with me become increasingly blatant.

One day, I'm on my knees scrubbing the floor when suddenly Dominic wraps his arms around me from behind. "Melody, you smell so good."

I struggle, but he pushes me down onto the floor in one motion, pressing his lips against mine, gently licking and nibbling. I feel my entire body catch fire.

His hands roam over my body, sliding slowly down from my chest...

I grab his wandering hand. "Sir..."

Right now, my eyes are hazy with desire, my breathing comes in soft gasps, and my skin flushes pink.

I'm completely weak.

This sight only excites him more. He pins my hands above my head, burying his face in my chest.

"Mmm..." I couldn't help but moan.

My body was more honest than I was. There was no denying it—my body craved Dominic's touch.

Dominic lifted me up and carried me to the couch.

I sat on his lap, his hardness pressing firmly against my ass.

His eyes were red, desire blazing openly in them.

With one forceful tug, he ripped the maid outfit to shreds.

He thrust hard, and I screamed out, "Ah!"