Chapter 3

Outside the club, Dominic pinned me against the wall.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to hold a volcano on the verge of eruption.

He squeezed my chin, saying disdainfully, “Hmph, Miss Blackwood, the notorious Miss Blackwood, really will do anything for money, won’t she?”

“How about it? Why don’t you become my mistress?”

I stared at him in shock.

I never imagined such hurtful words could come from his mouth.

He scoffed. “What? You’re unwilling? Or maybe you just want to name your price?”

My hand trembled as I raised it, slapping him across the face.

He stuck out his tongue, a cold smile playing on his lips as he licked a bead of blood from the corner of his mouth.

He gripped my wrist, his eyes blazing.

“Aria Blackwood, you don’t honestly think you’re still the untouchable Miss Blackwood, do you? A woman like you, what’s with the act of being a virtuous lady?”

He violently threw my hand away, leaving me with a chilling sentence: “I’ll be waiting for you to beg me.” Then he strode away.

Watching his retreating back, my eyes stung.

All those sweet, warm moments felt as vivid as yesterday.

But I had forgotten that five years were enough to crush everything into dust.