1 Prologue

North City.

Just after finishing a classmate reunion, Jane Sullivan stood at the gate wearing a dark brown wig, glancing at the black Bentley car nearby, her cheeks, originally flushed, suddenly paled.

"Why did this man choose to return tonight of all times?"

Jane Sullivan nervously unlocked the door with her fingerprint and softly opened the living room door, not daring to turn on the light.

She sneaked a peek at the man sitting on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed, then quietly headed towards the stairs.

However, just as she stepped on the first stair...

"Come here."

A magnetic and deep male voice sounded from behind.

Jane Sullivan immediately stopped.

Holding her breath, her fair cheeks turned red due to suffocation.

The man on the sofa slowly opened his eyes, his soft facial contours looking especially sinister under the moonlight.

He took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and the moment he blew out the smoke ring, his deep eyes revealed a sense of majesty through the thin smoke.

"Uncle, you're back?"

Jane Sullivan smiled ingratiatingly, pretending not to know of his return, placed her high heels on the ground, and hurried over to turn on the light.

"Surprised to see me back?"

He extinguished the cigarette in his hand, his lips curling into a teasing smile, his every move exuding innate elegance.

"Not at all, I look forward to your return every day, Uncle. It's a bit scary living alone in such a big house."

While speaking, Jane Sullivan clenched the corners of her clothes.

Knowing her insincerity, Ethan Grayson curled his lips and walked towards her.

Jane Sullivan instinctively stepped back until she was cornered by the floor-to-ceiling window...

"Your expression doesn't seem like you were looking forward to my return."

He extended his arm and forcefully pulled off the wig from her head.

In an instant, the girl in front of him reverted to her short hair.

"Unc..."

Before Jane Sullivan could speak, her chin was lifted by his clean fingers, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

Seeing the passion in his eyes, she immediately understood his intentions.

"Uncle, I haven't bathed yet."

He stared at her blushing face and smiled.

"We can bathe afterward."

"But, I... I drank tonight, there's a smell of alcohol on me."

"I like it."

He said he liked it?

Didn't he always hate the smell of alcohol on her?

Why is he so different today?

Jane Sullivan hadn't recovered yet.

She saw him loosening his tie and putting one hand around her waist.

This gesture, she knew all too well.

This man liked to blindfold her with his tie during their acts.

When she could see nothing but darkness and only feel his rough fingertips on her lips, Jane Sullivan became thirsty and inadvertently opened her mouth...

"You're definitely a temptress..."

A low growl, unable to bear it any longer, he drew the curtains, pulled her loose sweater off her shoulders.

"Temptress!"

The man's heavy breathing and the faint tobacco taste from his mouth filled her ears.

Their two-month separation seemed to intensify at this moment. With her sight blocked, Jane Sullivan clung to Ethan Grayson's shoulders to keep from collapsing.

In the bedroom.

On the European-style bed, Jane Sullivan's hands were tied to the headboard, desperate to break free.

But damn, he always tied them so tightly.

Why did this man enjoy this kind of play so much?

Since they got married half a year ago, he's been obsessed with this, and only ever rubbed against her thighs.

Never going any further.

Every time, her thighs were painfully raw, Jane Sullivan felt her skin might tear.

"Uncle, enough..."

Under the dim bedside lamp, the man's forehead was sweaty, looking down at the woman beneath him, biting the pillow in an attempt to bear the pain.

Suddenly, he bit her neck fiercely.

And then, a sudden heat in her lower abdomen...

*

Afterwards, Jane Sullivan's hands were freed. Removing the blindfold, Ethan Grayson had already showered.

Jane Sullivan lay weakly on the bed, squinting at the man.

The CEO of a listed company, a young talent, 30 years old, 1.87 meters tall, muscular from regular exercise.

Especially with his handsome face, he was almost worshipped as a male god by the women of North City.

The outside world said he was fickle, changing women like clothes.

But Jane Sullivan thought that couldn't be true!

She had been married to him for half a year, and it was always just rubbing...

So, Jane Sullivan thought there must be something wrong with Ethan Grayson.

Alas, such a waste of good looks and... well...

Cough cough, thinking somewhat impure

thoughts, Jane Sullivan quickly got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out, the bedroom was empty.

Ethan Grayson had left...

After relieving himself, he had once again left her behind.

Tsk, such heartlessness.

Taking out a healing ointment from the bedside table, she applied it to her chafed thighs, gritting her teeth and muttering,

"Ethan Grayson, just you wait. I'll catch you in your own game one day and free myself from this torment."