Chapter 6

Dominic Thorne handed me a card. “This card has no limit, spend what you want. I expect you to act like a proper mistress; don’t make me feel like my money’s wasted.”

I took the card and rushed to the hospital to pay my mom’s overdue medical bills.

That evening, Dominic called me, telling me to pick him up from a hotel.

The men who saw me there teased him, “Mr. Thorne, is this your girlfriend? She’s really beautiful.”

Dominic scoffed. “Her? She’s not worthy.”

The men looked at me, smirking knowingly, an expression that said *I understand*.

My face burned.

It felt as if I had been stripped naked and thrown onto the street.

I took the seven-tenths-drunk Dominic, helped him into the car,

and drove him to the residence he had arranged for me that afternoon.

The moment we entered, he violently pinned me against the wall.

A warm breath caressed my face.

Instinctively, I pushed him away.

Dominic, enraged, pressed me harder against the wall. “Don’t forget, you’re my mistress now. You just spent eighty thousand of my money this afternoon, didn’t you? Have you forgotten what you’re supposed to do?”

He roughly pulled me, throwing me onto the bedroom bed.

He savagely tore at my clothes.

Terrified, I tried to push him away.

But that only fueled his anger further.

Then, pain radiated from every pore.

Seeing my tears stream down my face, Dominic’s expression showed a fleeting moment of panic.

After it was over, he carried me to the bathroom.

He placed me into the already-drawn bathwater.

He gently scrubbed my body, covered in red marks.

Back in the bedroom, Dominic stared blankly at the crimson stain on the sheets.

Then, he efficiently changed the bedding.

“Get some sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow. You’ll come with me tomorrow; I need a secretary.”

I nodded.

Someone like me didn’t deserve a life of just waiting to die.

When Dominic eventually tired of me, at least I would still have the ability to survive.

But I never imagined this was the abyss Dominic had prepared for me.