Ryan's eyes wandered around the room to see if there was anyone else she was speaking to. No one. His eyes darted back to her. A rapist? Is she starting to run out of her mind?“What are you talking about?” Ryan forced himself to ask even though what he wanted to do right now was to throw anything he could possibly throw, turn the room upside down to show Stephanie that she isn't the only one capable of getting mad. She stared at him, anger visible on her face. "So it has now come to this, huh? Drugging me just so you can sleep with me?" She didn't shout this time. Drug? Ryan tried to stand up but his body felt numb again. The last thing Stephanie should ever think of if she had even the slightest bit feeling for him was that he would drug her. And to think she was the one who seduced him last night… his mouth opened slightly to say something, but no words came out. All the words in his head wanted to rush out at once. He couldn't even form a sentence to deny what she was accusing

The car door opened and a tall man who looked like he was in his late forties walked toward Ryan, about two bodyguards escorted him. The man was no other person than the family butler. He bowed slightly before Ryan. "Sir, your three-year period agreement with the master has ended and since you couldn't keep Miss Stephanie with you all these while, you should return to New York and inherit the family business according to your promise." Ryan was fifteen years old when he was abducted by people he couldn't recognize, and he had lost his memory since then. When he was at the orphanage home, he accidentally saved a man sprawled on the floor. The man turned out to be the master of Hill's family. He took Ryan to the Hill family and three years ago, Stephanie's grandfather, to show his appreciation to Ryan, asked that Ryan get married to Stephanie. Ryan had been under the impression that the Master of the Hill's family might have arranged the marriage for an extra purpose, but he ne

Mrs Hill raised her chin in a haughty manner. She dressed in expensive clothes and wore one of her heel shoes that often made Ryan wonder how she found it convenient to walk in them. She was accompanied by some women wearing expensive clothes too. Each of them were carrying shopping bags, making it obvious that they had just gone on another show-off shopping, displaying how much money they had. Ryan's eyes moved back to Mrs Hill who was looking at him in total disdain. "What is wrong?" He asked. Mrs Hill was slightly caught off guard by the cold manner in which Ryan responded to her. If it were some other time, he would have bowed immediately he saw her. Is he sick? "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be home getting the breakfast ready for the family, you ungrateful idiot," She said in disdain. "Ungrateful idiot?" Ryan asked coldly. "What more do I have to do so that you can be satisfied?" He moved closer to her and looked her straight in the eyes. "Ever since I go

"I see you are new here, call me if you ever feel stuck. I will be at your service even if it is in the middle of the night," the cab man said. Ryan looked from the cab man to the card. He wanted to ask the man why he thought he would need his service again but he collected it. Inside the car, the cab man had made him two different men, maybe there would be another rumour that would make him a man with three contrasting identities if he spent more time with the cab man. Outside the Villa, Ryan stared at the building for a long time. He's spent six years in this place. He let out a deep breath and went inside, deliberately using the steps instead of the elevator to go inside the room he used to share with Stephanie. He had only taken two steps when he saw a man climbing down the staircase. The man Stephanie had moaned his name. Ryan felt a bile rising in his throat as his eyes met with Anderson's eyes. Anderson grinned at him. Deciding to ignore Anderson, Ryan continued c

After Ryan left, his words seemed to hang on and cause an uncomfortable silence in the room. Stephanie remained where she was, staring at Anderson. But Anderson needed no one to tell him that even though she was staring at him, her mind was faraway. Anderson finally decided to move closer to her. He took a step toward her, but she took two steps backward. "Babe—" "Stop. Don't come closer." She raised her hand to accompany how well she meant what she said. "I am sorry, babe. I didn't do it for my own selfish interest. I did it for you," Anderson said. Noticing Stephanie's puzzled face, he continued talking, adding his excuses together. "I wanted to help you escape this miserable life quickly. Even if you had come to me last night, nothing would have happened between us. I swear. You mean a lot more to me than you can ever imagine," Anderson said. His lies seemed to have some effects on her as her face slowly began to lit up. "Can't you see the freedom you have now? Tha