Chapter 2

"Sophia, who are you making that sour face for?"

Slender fingers lifted my chin.

I looked up, and tears spilled from my eyes without warning.

He froze for a moment, but his gaze quickly turned cold again. A mocking smile played at his lips. "Playing the victim again? For whose benefit? Do you think you're still the pampered little Sullivan princess?"

I said nothing and turned my face away.

Gideon scoffed coldly and forcibly turned my face back toward him. "What kind of virtuous act are you putting on? Don't think I don't know how slutty you were under those men! I watched the video. Still want to keep pretending?"

His voice carried cruel amusement.

My whole body trembled.

Video?

What video?

"More, harder~"

A lewd voice reached my ears.

Gideon had opened a video. On the screen was someone with glazed eyes, sitting among countless men.

It was me.

Memories of that unbearable experience from three days ago flooded back.

I froze completely, a surge of blood rushing from the soles of my feet straight to my head.

I lunged forward to grab the phone, but he dodged.

Gideon grabbed my throat, his lustful gaze wandering over my body. "Who would have guessed, Sophia? You acted so prudish with me, but with others you're insatiable. You really are a filthy whore!"

Disgust surged across his face as he slapped me hard.

Instantly, my cheek burned with searing pain.

It swelled up.

I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn't get a word out.

"Sir, Miss Foster is here."

The housekeeper approached.

The furious Gideon from one second ago suddenly became like a lion whose temper had been soothed.

He softened completely.

He released me like discarding trash and headed downstairs.

From below, a delighted voice rang out.

"Gideon, I missed you so much."

"You said yesterday you'd take me out for good food, but today you forgot. I had to come find you myself."

Through the gaps in the railing, I saw Gideon's doting expression.

Once upon a time, he had looked at me that way too.

Unfortunately, everything had changed.

"My mistake. Let me take you now, okay?"

Miranda scoffed. "I don't want to go out. I want to eat here!"

"I heard Gideon has a maid who's been here three years and cooks pretty well. Why don't we have her make us a meal?"

Miranda's gaze landed precisely on me.

On my disheveled form.

Ha.

Everyone in the city knew I was the ex-girlfriend Gideon kept trapped here to torment, to avenge his humiliation.

She was just trying to establish dominance over me.

And unsurprisingly, Gideon agreed.