Irene’s POV

Sometimes I really regret why I still held any illusions about my mother.

"Irene, today is Johanna's coming-of-age ceremony. Just stay in your room and don't come out. Don't ruin everyone's mood." Gina wore a gentle smile on her face, but I knew what lay beneath that smile.

Don't come out and make things unpleasant for Johanna.

I put on a smile almost identical to Gina's and said obediently.

"Of course, Mother."

Gina gently tucked my hair behind my ear, said not another word, and turned to leave.

I lay on the bed, wondering why Gina had brought me back from boarding school when it would have been better to just let me fend for myself there.

Grumble. My stomach interrupted my train of thought.

I sat up somewhat irritably and rubbed my belly.

Yes, I hadn't eaten anything for a full ten hours. I listened to the laughter and noise downstairs, calculating whether I should sneak to the kitchen to steal a plate of cake to fill my stomach.

After all, those young masters and misses would absolutely never enter the kitchen.

But when my hand turned the doorknob, I discovered that Gina had locked me in the room.

"Heh..." I couldn't suppress a bitter laugh.

Why on earth did I still hold any illusions about my mother?

Five minutes later, I climbed out the window and slid down the diamond-patterned column from the second floor.

Attending boarding school required having some skills. I carefully hid behind the bushes, planning to slip into the kitchen through the back door.

Suddenly, a burning hot hand grabbed my ankle.

"WHAT THE..." That hand covered my mouth, blocking the rest of the words.

I saw a pair of green eyes, eyes like a wolf's in the darkness.

"Don't... make a sound..." His voice was like a ball of fire, even more scorching than his skin.

My whole body began to tremble. I had seen this condition more than once at boarding school—he had been drugged.

"Mmph." I gently patted his hand, trying to tell him I wouldn't make a sound, but he clearly didn't trust me.

His other hand touched my waist. I startled, almost jumping up.

I was about to cry. Someone who had been drugged couldn't regain their senses in a short time. I had only wanted to find something to eat, yet I was being pinned down on the garden path's lawn by this man—I didn't know where he came from or who he was.

I pushed him hard, even bit his hand, but the man still leaned down and pressed against me.

"Shh, shh, good girl, don't move. Let me hold you for a bit, just a bit..." His voice was as mellow as winter chocolate.

Even though I was terrified, I couldn't help but obey him, docilely allowing him to hold me tightly.

I could hear him gritting his teeth hard, all his muscles tensed. He was resisting the drug's effects. I didn't dare breathe, afraid of disturbing him as he tried to regain his senses.

"I said that won't work!" A heated argument came from the other end of the garden.

Both the man and I tensed up simultaneously. His powerful arm scooped me up and hid us in the flower bushes.

Two figures walked over, one after the other.

"It's just for fun, Henry. Don't tell me you actually have real feelings for that bitch." It was Johanna's voice. She was as high and mighty as ever, like a queen, her tone always carrying contempt—contempt for everyone.

"I told you, Irene is different from you. You're the beloved child; she has nothing." The other voice was clearly Henry Green's, Johanna's boyfriend.

I froze. Why were they discussing me?

Johanna snorted coldly. "Don't think I don't know. You and your rich boys had a bet going—who could get Irene's virginity first."

Henry shrieked as if burned. "I didn't! Irene is a terrifying woman. You don't understand how terrifying she is."

Johanna whistled in a way unbefitting her queenly image, her voice carrying a flippant tone. "Of course I understand how terrifying she is. She's just like her shameless mother—for money, they'd sell anyone's soul."

Rage nearly consumed me entirely. I wanted to rush out and confront her, but the person beside me held me firmly, his burning hand covering my mouth.

I could only watch helplessly as Johanna and Henry argued while walking farther and farther away.

A sense of defeat filled my heart. I couldn't even fight back once.

"Baby, you smell like a sweet little cake..." The man's mouth pressed against my ear, his voice carrying an unnatural tremor.

My whole body trembled. WTF, was he losing control?!

Scorching breath hit my neck. This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, as if it would lure me into a bottomless hell.

Something hot and hard pressed against my buttocks. I froze.

I lifted my foot to stomp on his, trying to break free, but his hand slipped directly into my jeans.

"No..." Before I could make a sound, his fingers had already slid into my underwear.

I struggled violently, even trying to elbow him backward, but his fingers roughly kneaded my labia—that place no one had ever touched.

"Mmm..." My legs went weak and I nearly collapsed against him.

"You want it too, don't you?" He gently bit my earlobe, his voice now completely devoid of reason.

I should have cried out for help, but I shamefully discovered that I was wet.

I wanted to cry. I was clearly being violated, yet my body was honestly responding.

"Baby... want to feel even better?" His voice was like a snake swimming up from hell. The moment the last syllable fell, his slightly rough finger penetrated my vagina.

I jerked backward, my head falling completely onto his broad shoulder, my hands gripping his wrist hard, trying to pull his hand out.

But it only brought a more violent assault.

That finger rampaged almost chaotically inside my body, stirring without method. My tears could no longer be held back and flowed down.

"Ah... they say you're terrifying, but I think you're incredibly sweet..." The man's hand gripped my neck, applying slight pressure, turning my face toward him.

Through my tears, I looked into those green eyes.

Then he kissed me.

A burning, scorching kiss as invasive as his fingers.

I couldn't think anymore. I felt like all the air in my chest was being sucked away by him. I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but I experienced my first orgasm on his fingers.

"So cute." He smiled and kissed my cheek.

I looked at him in a daze, thinking this should all be over, but he took off his suit jacket, laid me on it, and unzipped his pants.

I startled and turned to flee, but he grabbed my ankle.

"No, you can't!" I cried out.

His burning chest pressed against my back, his mellow voice sounding in my ear.

"Let me make you even happier."

Then his thick, long cock pushed into my vagina. I screamed in pain. He seemed very pleased, bit my shoulder, and began thrusting forcefully.