Simon remained in the back of the black limo as it slowly made its way down the main street. He had been sitting in the backseat, alone with his thoughts, as the tinted glass obscured the driver’s view. [100 shop points acquired for getting satisfaction over an enemy][200 total shop points are currently available for user Simon Turner][Warning! Your shop points can be traded in the Timeless Treasures Emporium for items only after the entire system’s capabilities are unlocked][Warning! User Simon Turner is still a virgin! Access to shop points is restricted]He sighed and sat back in the seat with his hands laced together. He was tired but couldn’t sleep.[Background information about Anne Parker available][3 possible flashbacks of her past are available for user Simon Turner][What would you like to know about Anne Parker?]“First, let’s see the event that shaped her and turned her into the ruthless bitch she is today.”He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the past events
In a similar room as the one in which Anne had been tied up, Lisa sat tied to a similar chair. Another man entered the room and removed her gag — a deja vu of what happened to Anne.But from here, things took a different turn. Instead of asking about her friend, Lisa said, “Please, let me go. I beg you…”“My boss is a nice man.” The guy sat on a chair across from her and smiled. “Since he has two hostages, out of the kindness of his heart, he’ll release one and torture to death the other. I wonder which one will be you.”Without hesitation, Lisa replied, “I don’t have money. But if you release me, I promise you that I’ll go to the Parkers and ask them to pay a ransom for their daughter.”“Hmmm… And why would they pay a hefty sum for a corpse?”“I’ll vouch that she’s alive.”“Would you lie to your friend’s parents while knowing she’s dead?”“Yes! I would! I will!”Behind the door, Anne covered her mouth to stop herself from crying. Swallowing her tears, she whispered, “This is what you
Anne woke up with her body drenched in sweat and her breathing labored. The memories of the traumatic event from the night before had invaded her dreams. Despite the morning light streaming through her bedroom window, she remained paralyzed, unable to shake off the sensation of those men's hands on her body.With a trembling hand, she pushed the covers aside, getting out of bed, her legs unsteady as she stood. The feeling of vulnerability clung to her like a ton of bricks, and she knew she needed to wash away the remnants of the night.As she stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her body, she tried to clear her mind. She couldn't afford to dwell on the horrors of the past evening, not if she wanted to maintain her facade of strength and composure.But thoughts of Robert lingered, like a bitter aftertaste. He had refused her — turned his back on her when she needed him the most. She had considered seeking comfort from Steven, but she knew that would be a perilous choic
Simon and Rose moved from Anne’s bedroom and into the living room. He leaned against the edge of the lavish table, his thoughts swirling like a storm. Rose took a seat on the couch.He glanced at her, his eyes drawn to her enchanting form. She possessed an alluring beauty, her milky skin and lustrous brunette hair accentuated by her stunning figure."Rose," he said, trying to hide the attraction that simmered beneath the surface. "You can talk to me. What's bothering you?"She sighed, her emerald-green eyes revealing the weight of her worries. "It's Robert, my boyfriend. He's been gone for days, and I can't shake the feeling that something's wrong. I can’t reach him."Simon's brow furrowed with concern. The name rang with the familiarity of the previous system user, the guy who gave it to him along with the Zippo lighter after fucking his wife. Was he doubling up on the sisters?Simon pushed the thought aside. Robert was a popular name for males. The name was fairly common. It might b
Simon found himself alone in the opulent living room of Anne's penthouse. The room was the epitome of contemporary luxury, with its streamlined furnishings, modern artwork, and expansive windows overlooking the city. As he settled into a plush leather chair, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.His thoughts swirled with the recent revelations about Rose and her boyfriend, Robert Smith. The Zippo lighter in his pocket seemed to weigh heavily on his thigh. He had to admit that he was interested in their relationship. Leaning back, Simon closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He needed answers, and the system held the key to unveiling the secrets hidden in Rose's past. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. With a mental command, he activated the system.‘Show me Rose Parker's past. I want to see her last night in the New York hotel with Robert.’In an instant, the living room faded into darkness, replaced by the vivid images of a New York City night.The
"What did you say?!" Anne's voice erupted, rising a few decibels over Simon's.“I’m your husband, and I’ll smoke whenever I please inside MY house!” Simon shouted, jumping off the chair and turning to face Anne.“How dare you? You shameless pig! Get out of MY house!”“Oh, so you don’t care what the news will say about our divorce?” Simon scratched his chin, his voice lowering. “Not even if I mention how you cheated on me with your lover? Hmm… Should I tell them about Robert Smith? Or about Steven Jones?”Anne’s jaw dropped, and her entire body froze. How did he know about Steven Jones?Simon stepped toward her, closing the distance between them. “Should I also mention how you two split the ransom your parents paid? Being in league with a mobster might ruin your business, let alone your reputation.”“What do you want?” Anne asked in a lower tone.“Just some privileges in this house, nothing more than what should be owed to the master of the house.”“I won’t let you fuck me!”Simon chuc
The Glam Garb Fashion receptionist held Simon at the front desk until Sarah Anderson came down to escort him upstairs. As they walked through the cubicle city, he noticed a lot of employees were giving him sympathetic looks, the kind saying, “Why is he joining a sinking ship?”[User Simon Turner’s resume has been improved][The Satisfaction System can’t change your identity, but can improve credentials and testimonials on the user’s abilities][Elize Bennett, Glam Garb Fashion’s CEO, considers Simon Turner to be one of the best candidates for the position of Crisis Manager][Your resume now shows you have been working for various companies while in high school and college, a true prodigy]Sarah led him to a sleek office with a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city. Behind a glass desk sat Elize Bennett, the CEO of Glam Garb Fashion. She was in her early 30s and had long, wavy, flaming red hair. Her crimson lips were curled into a resolute smirk, and her hazel eyes were kee
Simon had been poring over the files he'd requested for what felt like an eternity. The office was bathed in the dim glow of the desk lamp, and outside, darkness had long since settled over the city. He rubbed his tired eyes, frustration building within him. Despite his extensive search, he had found nothing that could provide a breakthrough for Glam Garb Fashion's dire situation.A week had passed since Elize Bennett had entrusted him with this monumental task, and Simon hadn't seen her since that first day. Even though he had been working tirelessly out of her office, she had never come to check on him or even crossed the threshold of the building.His initial optimism had waned as the days turned into nights of relentless work. He was starting to worry that he had taken on more than he could chew.Yet things were different tonight. Simon couldn't help but smile as he checked his watch. He had a date, and it was long overdue. Spending time with Emma would be a welcome respite from
Anne paced the living room, her blonde waves disheveled, her icy blue eyes wild with fury. The news of her father’s conviction had shattered whatever fragile stability she had left.“Simon!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.Simon entered the room slowly, his deep blue eyes calm, unreadable. He had been expecting this. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as Anne rounded on him.“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Anne hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “You came into my life, into my family, and you ruined everything!”Simon’s smirk was faint, almost pitying. “You ruined it yourself, Anne. Or have you forgotten who forced who into this marriage?”Simon’s words struck a nerve, and Anne’s face twisted with fury. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling as she glared at him.“You don’t get to throw that in my face!” she shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You wouldn’t understand me in a million years.”Simon crossed his arms,
The high-end hotel suite exuded quiet luxury. The low lights highlighted the rich textures of the room—mahogany furniture, cream linens, and gold accents that spoke to a wealth that didn’t need to scream for attention.Cassandra opened the door, stepping inside with a confident sway that made John follow like a man under a spell. She shrugged off her coat, draping it over a chair before turning back to him, her dark eyes glinting with promise.“You always this impulsive?” she teased, walking toward the minibar.John loosened his tie, letting it hang around his neck as he leaned against the wall. “Only when it’s worth it.”Cassandra laughed softly, pulling out two glasses. “I like that.”She handed him a glass, her fingers brushing his just enough to spark a moment of contact.“To worth it,” she said, raising her glass.John clinked his glass against hers, his gaze never leaving her. “To worth it.”Unseen, Simon sat in his small apartment, the glow from his laptop screen illuminating h
The Parker family estate was a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, John Parker sat in his expansive study, the glow of his antique desk lamp illuminating his cheekbones. His icy demeanor reflected in the highball glass he swirled absently, the amber liquid sloshing like a storm in a bottle.Across from him stood his trusted confidant, Victor Black, a man as ruthless as he was loyal. Victor’s tailored suit was as sharp as his tone as he laid a file on the polished mahogany desk.“You’re not going to like this, Mr. Parker,” Victor said, his voice low.John’s piercing blue eyes flicked to the file, then back to Victor. “What is it?” he asked, his tone calm, but there was an edge to it, the calm before the storm.Victor hesitated for half a second before continuing. “It’s Simon. Your daughter’s husband.” He leaned forward, tapping the folder. “He’s been... involved with Rose.”The name hit John like a slap. His jaw tightened, and the glass in his hand came down with a sharp thud. “Ros
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. Steven Jones stepped into the foyer, his tall frame casting long shadows across the pristine marble floor. His amber eyes glinted with predatory amusement as they swept across the room, lingering for a fraction too long on the figure standing near the staircase.Elize froze the moment she saw him. Her red hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her usually sharp hazel eyes darted nervously toward the doorway. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her maid’s outfit, betraying the tension in her otherwise poised appearance.“Steven,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed. “Why are you here?”Steven’s smirk widened. “Elize,” he drawled, his voice filled with false warmth. “I came to check on you. And on my son.”Anne entered the room with her wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes hardened immediately.“What do you want, Steven?” Anne said coldly, stepping between h
Simon dragged Marcus outside, the rain soaking both of them. Michael’s men stood watch, their eyes scanning for any signs of retaliation.“The Broker,” Simon said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Who does he work for?”Marcus shook his head frantically. “I don’t know! I swear! He’s just a middleman! The money—”“Where did the money come from?” Simon interrupted.Marcus hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “Parker Holdings. I don’t know from whom exactly, but the funds came through that company. That’s all I know, I swear!”Simon released Marcus, letting him collapse onto the wet pavement.The streetlights above cast harsh shadows over Simon’s face, making him look every bit the predator he was in that moment.“You’re lying,” he said, his voice low but razor-sharp. “You’ve got more than that. Talk.”Marcus shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I swear, man, I swear—”Simon crouched, grabbing Marcus by the front of his shirt and yanking him close, their faces inches apa
Simon sat in the dimly lit diner, his foot tapping nervously beneath the table. The rain outside drummed against the windows, a steady, relentless rhythm. His fingers grazed the ceramic coffee cup in front of him. He didn’t need caffeine—his nerves were already shot.The door creaked open, and Adrien Pierce walked in, his trench coat dripping water onto the tiled floor. He scanned the room with a practiced eye before locking onto Simon and making his way over. The PI looked as if he hadn’t slept in days; his tie hung loose around his neck, and a thin layer of stubble darkened his jaw.“Pierce,” Simon greeted, his deep blue eyes narrowing. “You’ve got something?”Adrien nodded curtly, sliding into the booth across from Simon. “Yeah. It wasn’t easy, but I found a trail. You’re not going to like it.”Simon leaned forward. “Just tell me.”Adrien sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Robert’s killer was hired by someone close to the family. Very close.” He paused, letting the weight of hi
Rose’s tears welled up, her trembling body a sharp contrast to the fierce woman Simon once knew. He couldn’t shake the memory of how they had once been close—how they had shared more than just whispered secrets, how he’d found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised and confused him.That night was vivid in his mind, the electricity between them undeniable. It was as if something had snapped, pulling them together in an unspoken understanding. They were both trapped in Anne’s orbit, both trying to claw their way out. But now, seeing her broken and bound, Simon felt something twist deep inside him—something close to guilt.“I need more than just pieces of this, Rose,” Simon urged, his voice softening but his eyes still sharp. “What did Anne do to Lisa? Why would she kill her? And why did she throw you in here?”Rose wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice shaky but more controlled. “Lisa found out too much. She found out about Anne’s dealings with Steven. Anne is tied t
The idea to fulfill her fantasies excited Simon more than he was willing to admit. Letting himself be carried away by the thrill of the moment, he stepped back and unzipped his pants. “Kneel,” he ordered.She obeyed, licking her lips and eyeing his cock. Remembering how she had admitted to fantasizing about being used, he decided to not hold back. He shoved his cock inside her mouth, relishing the way her teary eyes never left his.Holding her hair and steadying her head, he started pounding her mouth, fucking it as hard as he had fucked Mary the other day. There was an allure, a sense of satisfaction and power that came with having complete control over someone. Especially when that someone wanted to be controlled by him.He gave her the full experience she wanted, including being fucked from behind over the rails of the vantage point, her tits bouncing wildly above the courtyard. As she barely contained her gasps and moans to not alert the other guards who might have been patrolli
The guard’s breath hitched as Simon’s words settled over her, the promise of something more than her monotonous life swirling in her mind. She looked at him, eyes flicking over his face, searching for any hint of insincerity but finding none. The desire, long buried under routine and apathy, flared in her eyes. Simon could see it now—she was close, teetering on the edge of her own unspoken desires.Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible but heavy with longing. “There’s this place... above the walls, one of the lookout points.” She swallowed, as if the words themselves were forbidden. “I always thought about it—having a man take me there. The thrill of being above the entire prison, knowing someone could be watching... knowing we’re being seen, but no one able to stop us.”Simon’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction. She had handed him everything he needed. The guard shifted under his gaze, clearly nervous but unable to stop the pull she felt towar