Chapter 1 Contract under the Night
The rain in London is like a deliberate trial. The neon lights are twisted into blood-colored lines in the water droplets, and the light of the city looks both cold and luxurious. Elena Hart stood at the door of the hotel, holding the contract in her hand, and her fingertips were slightly white. Her heartbeat seemed to be magnified countless times, as if every beat was reminding her that you were doing something dangerous.
She thought she was just an ordinary translator - the "high-paying contract" was the first big project she had ever taken on. She knew that kind of opportunity usually meant a certain price, but she didn't expect the price to be so close and so fast.
The security guard at the door glanced at her, as if to confirm whether she belonged here. She tried to squeeze out a polite smile, trying to make herself look less like a reckless girl.
Just then, a black car slowly stopped in front of her, and the window was lowered, revealing a man's face. His eyes were deep and indifferent, like the sharpest knife in the night.
"Elena Hart?" He asked in a low voice with irresistible majesty.
She nodded.
"Come with me."
She instinctively wanted to refuse, but she soon realized that it was meaningless to refuse here. She had to sit in the car. The car is very quiet, only the engine has a slight low noise. She could smell a faint perfume, like a dangerous flower fragrance in the dark night.
He didn't say anything more, and the car drove away from the hotel through the wet streets. The rain has stopped, but the air is still humid, as if the whole city is panting.
"Do you know what you are doing?" He suddenly opened his mouth in a calm tone, but as sharp as a knife.
She swallowed her saliva and tried to calm herself down: "I just... translate the contract."
He smiled, and the smile was as cold as ice: "The contract is not the kind of contract you imagined."
His words made her heart sink suddenly. She wanted to ask why, but she found that she didn't have the courage to ask any more.
The car was parked in front of a tall building. She was taken into the elevator, and there was only her and him in the elevator. She could feel every inch of the air he approached.
"Why do you want to take this job?" He asked.
She looked up at him with a trembling voice: "Because of money."
He nodded gently: "Because of money."
At that moment, she suddenly understood that he didn't care about her reason at all. He only cared about whether she would be obedient.
He took out a contract from his pocket and handed it to her. The title of the contract is very simple:
"Contract: Attribution and Protection"
Her hand trembled slightly, and the moment her fingertips touched the paper, it seemed to touch a cold chain.
"Sign." He ordered.
Her throat was dry: "I don't understand this contract."
"You don't need to understand." He leaned closer, "You just need to sign."
She raised her head and looked straight at him. It was a kind of look that knew it shouldn't but wanted to get close.
"Why me?" She asked.
He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about whether her question was worth answering. Then he spoke slowly, in a firm and dangerous tone:
"Because you will make my world different."
His words ignited the fragile part of her chest like a fire. She wanted to resist, but she wanted to know more: who the man was and why his eyes could see through her.
Finally, she put the pen on the paper. She signed her name.
At that moment, the world seemed to be quiet. She heard her heartbeat, like thunder in the distance, slowly approaching.
He put away the contract, his eyes slid over her face, and finally stopped on her lips.
"Very good." He whispered, as if he was praising.
Then, he stretched out his hand and gently held her wrist. His palm is warm, but the strength is like iron.
"You belong to me now." He said.
Her breathing suddenly stagnated.
Not because of fear, but because she suddenly realized:
She has been possessed by him.
And she didn't want to escape.Chapter 2 The Temptation of Temptation
Early the next morning, the sunlight leaked through the curtain, like a soft knife cutting through the darkness. When Elena woke up, she was covered with a blanket. Her mind was in a mess, as if she had just been pulled out of a dangerous dream.
She looked around and found that she was not at home.
She is in a luxury apartment. There is a glass of water on the bedside table and a business card next to it:
Adrian Black
Black Corporation
Her heart jumped suddenly. Everything last night was like an indelible shadow, tangling her nerves.
She sat up in a hurry, and every inch of her body reminded her that she was not sleepwalking. What really happened to her?
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and he came in, wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neck, like a cheetah just coming back from night. His eyes were still cold, as if nothing had happened last night.
"You're awake." He said lightly.
Elena clenched the quilt and her voice trembled: "You...why did you do this to me?"
He walked to the window and turned his back to her: "Because you are the person I want."
Her cheeks suddenly burned. She knew that this was not the first time he had said such a thing, but she still couldn't control being stimulated to the bottom of her heart.
She wanted to refuse, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't make a sound.
He was so close to her that she couldn't breathe. His eyes were like knives, cutting directly into her soul.
"I want you." He said.
Her heartbeat became chaotic in an instant. She wanted to say no, but found that she had no strength at all.
He reached out and stroked her cheek, and his movements were so gentle that it made people more frightening.
"Don't be afraid." He whispered, "I won't hurt you."
She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to be weak in front of him. She bit her lip and tried to calm herself down.
"I don't want to be your plaything." She said.
He smiled lightly, but like a blade cut through his heart: "You are not a plaything, you are my choice."
His words were like a net, slowly entangling her.
She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes: "Why are you so obsessed with me? You don't lack women."
He approached her in a low voice almost like a whisper: "I don't want a woman. I just want you."
He reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She wanted to break free, but his strength made her unable to resist.
His lips were close to her ear, and the warm breath blew on the side of her neck, like a flame.
"Do you know?" He whispered, "You have been different since the first day you came in."
Her body suddenly became hot, as if it had been ignited. She knew that she was being provoked by him. She knew the danger, but she couldn't stop.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked in a low voice as if she was afraid of being heard.
He gently pushed her to the bedside, with extreme possessiveness in his eyes.
"You just need to be obedient." He said, "I'll tell you the rest."
Her heartbeat seemed to break through her chest. She knew it was a dangerous game, and she also knew that she was no longer qualified to quit.
She closed her eyes and tried to control herself. She told herself: just hold on.
But just as she was trying to control, his hand stopped at her waist, as if grasping her soul.
He whispered, "Do you know your current fate?"
She shook her head and said hoarsely: "I don't know."
He approached her lips and stopped at a very close distance, and his eyes seemed to swallow her.
"You belong to me." He said.
Her breathing was disordered. She knew that she could not turn back.