THAT SCUMMY BASTARD!
1134 Words
Sunlight rays reflected in the monotone, low-key luxury bedroom and landed on her smooth and impeccably gorgeous face, causing Valencia's brows to wrinkle in displeasure.
'It hurts. Her whole body hurts.' That was Valencia's first thought as soon as she regained consciousness and felt an agonizing pain that coursed through her body, from her hair down to her toes.
Her whole body ached as if she had done a strenuous activity and it felt as if she had been torn into two. Her whole body felt so sore that she could hardly lift a finger.
Valencia bit her lower lip to suppress the painful cry that almost spilled past her swollen and throbbing lips.
Understanding the meaning behind what had happened, Valencia's eyes flew wide open, and her heart skipped a beat in fear. Recalling the memory of last night's battle, her face went pale with fear.
And upon seeing the glaring hickeys on her skin, her soul flew off in petrification.
Valencia had told that stranger to take her to Corbyn. Had she done it with Corbyn? Valencia's eyes widened in fear and mixed feelings.
However, upon gazing around and seeing the monotone black-designed bedroom and ceiling, Valencia's expression changed into an ugly one.
This room doesn't look like one of the rooms in Cirillo's mansion, and the unique masculine scent that kept drifting into her nose isn't Corbyn Cirillo's. So, where was she? And who did she do it with?
It can't be that Valencia escaped from a dog to seek help from a wolf?
Did she do it with that stranger? The thoughts sent chills down Valencia's spine, and she couldn't help panicking with fear.
The sound of water filled her ears, interrupting her thoughts and sending her mind blazing. She came to a realization: she needed to escape!
Valencia didn't want to see that person. Not at all. She had the inkling that she'd regret it very much!
However, upon trying to stand up, Valencia found out that she couldn't move an inch!
Valencia's eyes widened in shock, and she raised her head slightly to pay attention to herself.
The slim, pale hand and legs were currently tied with red ropes, which contrasted with her skin. Valencia froze, and a thought appeared in her mind: she was dead!
A trace of chill ran down Valencia's spine. Just what the hell happened last night? Did she really encounter a psychopath during her escape?
Valencia was about to go crazy due to the thoughts. Not to help that her brain started digging up the things she had read in horror novels in the past and kept feeding them to her mind, increasing her petrification.
In the blink of an eye, Valencia's face had turned pale, and her strength had diminished due to fear and nervousness!
A thought came to her mind: regardless, she must try to escape before that psychopath leaves the bathroom.
Before Valencia could even act according to her thoughts, the shower sound stopped.
Valencia's heart began to pound hard in trepidation. Sweats engulfed her whole skin, and her heart was caught in her throat as she awaited the psychopath.
Badump. The door knob was turned. Badump. The door opened. Bad…
Valencia's eyes widened, and she froze upon seeing the tall figure with impeccable features step out of the bathroom, a clean white towel was clad around his strong and sturdy waist and his body oozing with masculine hormones.
The man was so impeccably handsome that it was as if he were personally carved by God. His face was so handsome, it could make any woman swoon. His black eyes were sharp and profound, making it seem as if he had experienced vicissitudes of emotions, and he was staring deep down at one's soul. He had thin lips that seemed to beckon one for a kiss, a pointed nose, and a well-carved, sharp jaw. A noble aura emanated from him.
Although Valencia had been making a lot of summaries in her head, she had never thought of that person being that person—Maverick Vandenberg.
Valencia was stunned silly upon seeing that familiar face that years had never left a trace on. Instead, Maverick's face had turned more mature, sharp, and handsome over the years. His aura had also turned colder, and every one of his actions pronounced extreme authority.
Upon seeing Maverick, Valencia's heart flew to her throat due to terror.
It was at this moment that she realized that getting caught by a psychopath was better than getting into Maverick's hand. For years, she had tried to escape from this person…
How did she end up falling into Maverick's hands of all the men in the club? No wonder he wasn't moved by her mention of the Cirillo family!
That scummy bastard.
When she did her best to make him love her, he wouldn't budge, and now that she tried to leave him, he wouldn't let her go. Such an indecisive scum
Valencia gnashed her teeth and inwardly cursed Mr. Hunt with whatever words came into her mind. If he hadn't drugged her, she wouldn't have gotten into such a mess.
Valencia's face turned paler with each step that Maverick took towards her. It was as if there was an oppressive aura exuding from Maverick that seemed to want to suffocate her, making her whole person tremble.
"Mav. Maverick?" Although Valencia wanted to call out calmly, her voice ended up betraying her and appearing in a fearful stutter.
For six years, Valencia had hidden from this person so she wouldn't be caught by him, but she never expected that she'd fall into his hands as soon as she stepped into the country.
What sort of shitty luck is that? Where did this script come from?
Maverick had been the one to save her from Mr. Hunt, papapa her, and toss her around when he had a beloved. What sort of craziness was this? Valencia was about to go crazy.
Maverick ruffled his slightly tousled wet hair and stared down at the naked woman, whose chest was rising and falling with different emotions flickering past her face absentmindedly.
It was as if they'd returned to the past, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thoughts.
Maverick hasn't realized how much he has missed this silly woman, who had always butt in his life in the past, thinking that she was making it perfect.
Somehow, a tiny emotion sprouted in his mind upon recalling that young girl dressed in a cute white dress, her hair tied in a ponytail with her clean face bare and from makeup, and a cute lunch box in her hand, which was the result of a meticulous and lovingly made meal. Ever since she left, there have been none of those in his life.
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