Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting, Now He Regrets. novel Chapter 10

As time passed, under my parents' care, I gradually pushed the painful memories aside. My days were filled with studying and part-time work, and little by little, life started to improve.

But three months ago, everything changed in an instant.

One evening, as I was walking home from work, I was suddenly knocked to the ground by a strange man.

He was tall, handsome, and muscular, wearing a black leather jacket that made him look like a movie star.

But what unsettled me was that he just stared at me, his face expressionless. He didn' t apologize, didn' t say a word.

A chill ran down my spine, and I sensed something dangerous. Without thinking, I turned and ran.

As I rushed home, my mind raced, trying to figure out if I had angered anyone recently.

Lucas' brother? No, he was an only child.

Victoria' s brother? If he was after revenge for his sister' s death, he' d be going after Lucas, not me.

From that moment on, every time I stepped outside, I felt as though I was being watched, and the feeling grew stronger by the day.

Then, my worst fear came true.

One evening, on my way home, I received a text from my mom.

"Sweetheart, come home. It' s getting late."

Just as I was about to reply, a hand covered my mouth. I struggled, but it was no use. Soon, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself locked in a luxurious room, my arms and legs bound with ropes.

As I scanned the room for an escape, the door opened, and in walked the man from earlier.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. It was him—the same man who had knocked me down!

"Who are you? What do you want? Let me go!" I demanded in panic. "Did Victoria send you?"

He raised an eyebrow, his head tilting slightly. "Who' s that?"

His confusion seemed genuine. If he wasn' t here for Victoria or Lucas, then what did he want?

Then, slowly, he began to approach me. As my fear grew, he leaned in close and provocatively licked my ear.

"Baby, I' m here for you. You' re mine."

"Who the hell is that?! Damn it, stop thinking about other men!" he barked.

I shuddered in fear, pleading, "Please… let me go…"

His jaw tightened, and his fingers dug into my hair, yanking it painfully.

I screamed in agony.

"You belong to me, understand? The sooner you accept it, the easier it'll be for you," he snarled.

And then, his lips crashed onto mine with brutal force. As I felt the rough pull, I began to struggle, my body wracked with sobs. He seized the opportunity, forcing his tongue into my mouth, kissing me relentlessly.

To him, my struggles were a game—an invitation. He kissed me even more fiercely, one hand gripping my hair, the other holding my waist, pinning me in place.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I saw my chance and bit down hard on his tongue. The taste of blood flooded my mouth as he pulled back, cursing under his breath.

A young man entered the room. He glanced at me coldly before speaking.

"We need to talk, Andrew."

"Fine," Andrew replied, his eyes lingering on me for a moment. "This isn't over, baby. I'll be back."