"I…" Khloe's eyes were filled with a hint of panic, her voice trembling as she spoke. Earlier, she had indeed intended to provoke Troy, just as Frank had suggested. It was only meant to be a harmless test—just to see if Troy was even remotely interested in her. She never expected things to escalate this quickly. How could she let this happen? Sure, Troy was handsome, young, and successful—but she was still a virgin! How could she possibly lose herself to him on the very first meeting? Khloe bit her lip, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. Her eyes darted away as she whispered, "Y-You should sit down." "Now you want me to sit down? Weren't you just teasing me a minute ago?" Troy's large hand slid up Khloe's smooth thigh. He leaned in slowly, pretending to kiss her. Khloe gasped softly, her heart racing as she watched Troy come closer. She raised her hand to stop him, but how could she possibly hold him back? He was getting closer and closer, and she found herse
When Troy's gaze shifted back to Khloe, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Mr. Ragnar," she said, flustered, "why are you staring at me again?""Is it so wrong to look at how beautiful you are?" Troy teased with a grin."Yes, it is," Khloe replied, her tone firm. "I only allow my future husband to look at me like that.""Well, in that case, I'll just be your future husband," Troy shot back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.Khloe slammed on the brakes, the car coming to a halt as she turned to him, her eyes wide. "Really?"Troy rubbed his nose and chuckled. "Just kidding. We've just met, and you want me to be your husband already?"Khloe pouted, giving him a pointed, almost reproachful look before she started the car again silently.Half an hour later, Troy had Khloe drop him off near the Skeldons' estate. As the car came to a stop, he flashed her a warm smile. "Drive safely on the way back. If anything comes up, call me."Khloe shot him a playful look. "Call you? What are
"Besides, that Troy is poor as can be, and his family is as low as it gets. How could he possibly be good enough for the Skeldons? How could he be good enough for you?" Lillian scoffed and crossed her arms. "I'm telling you this right now. I'll only approve of you being with Howell. As for Troy, he doesn't deserve a single thing from the Skeldons!"Joanna sighed deeply. "Mom, Troy and I are already engaged. Grandpa insists that we're together. There's not much you can say that'll change that. And honestly, I don't have feelings for Howell."Lillian shook her head. "Now you don't, but you can give it time. The Sowles are a big family, and you shouldn't miss out on this opportunity. Trust me. I'm just looking out for you."With that, Lillian gave her daughter a warm smile. "Alright, sweetheart. Go to bed now. I won't say any more, but you know what's best."Joanna shook her head. "I'll sleep in a bit. I've got some things to do."Lillian raised an eyebrow. "What things?"Joanna b
"Wh-who are you? You'd better not do anything rash!" Joanna said, her voice trembling as she lay still in the dark. The fear in her chest was nearly suffocating.Troy deliberately lowered his voice, his words dripping with menace. "What if I do? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to scream for help?"Joanna's face drained of color. "Please, don't do this. Is it money you want? I can give you money. I'll give you whatever you want!""I don't want money." Troy's voice was dark and close, his breath warm against her neck. "I want you."Joanna's heart raced, and she clutched the bed sheets tightly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm begging you... I'll give you money. Just let me go..."Troy's voice was steady. "I already told you, I don't want money. I just want you to spend the night with me.""No... I can't... Please, I'm begging you." Joanna's voice wavered, and she was on the verge of tears.Troy's voice hardened. "Why is it impossible?"Joanna instinctiv
Joanna couldn't believe Troy had earned five million in one night so easily.She furrowed her brows, her tone laced with concern. "You didn't do anything illegal, did you?""Of course not. Every penny is legitimate. It's all from them," Troy assured her, his voice steady."You promise you're not lying to me?" Joanna's eyes flickered with suspicion.Troy gave a soft chuckle. "I'd never lie to you. You're my wife."Joanna's cheeks flushed a soft pink. "I'm not your wife," she muttered, looking away."Who's my wife, then?" Troy's eyes twinkled with mischief, his gaze locking with hers. Joanna quickly looked down, feeling a surge of heat rise to her face. The mood shifted, growing heavier. The two of them were positioned in a way that felt far too intimate—Troy on top, Joanna beneath him. She quickly realized what was happening, and her face burned with embarrassment. "G-Get off me," she stammered."I'm not getting off," Troy replied, grinning. "Remember what you promised me t
Troy remained silent. Joanna twisted her small hands together, a look of regret crossing her face. "I'm sorry... It's my fault..." Troy, at that moment, extinguished his cigarette and suddenly turned to look at Joanna. Before she could even react, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Joanna froze for a moment, and Troy smiled lightly. "I'm not angry. I understand how you feel. It's perfectly normal if you can't accept it yet—after all, we've only known each other for a day."Joanna's heart stirred as she gazed at him; a hint of something new flashed in her eyes, and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Well, I hope there will come a day when you'll make me willing to give myself to you." Troy chuckled, walked over to the balcony, and glanced back at her. "I'm gonna go. Goodnight." As his words faded, a breeze swept through, and Troy was already gone from the room.Joanna walked to the balcony, watching his retreating figure. A strange expression flickered in her eyes...
Troy stared at Hannah, a sudden feeling of disgust washing over him. He shot a cold glance at the two of them. Not wanting to engage in conversation, he turned to leave. Just as he lifted his foot to walk away, the man beside Hannah scoffed. "Is this the Troy you told me about? What a pathetic guy."Troy slowly stopped in his tracks and turned to face the man. The man was dressed in a sharp suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair slicked back. His skin was pale; although his features were handsome, there was an air of coldness about him. He was Victor, a member of the Hurlbutt family from Silverton. Though the Hurlbutts weren't part of the Nine Great Families, they still held considerable power. Victor was also one of Hannah's suitors and harbored feelings for her.Seeing Troy stare at him, Victor sneered; his arrogance was clearly on display. "What are you looking at? Got a problem?""You just called me pathetic, didn't you?" Troy's voice was calm, but there was an ed
"Ah!"In the hotel room, Joanna Skeldon screamed in shock, her hands instinctively covering her body.She was completely naked, with bruises over some parts of her body, evidence of what had happened the night before. Her stockings were torn, the fabric riddled with holes.And lying beside her, still asleep, was a man—Troy Ragnar. Even if Joanna were a fool, she could guess what had happened."You jerk! I'll kill you!"Joanna kicked at the man beside her, rage building inside her.With a loud thud, Troy fell off the bed, startled awake.He blinked, looking around in confusion. Where was he? How had he ended up in a hotel room?His mind raced back to the events of the previous night.Troy had left home three years ago. He had just got back to Silverton yesterday and was thinking about relaxing with a drink at a bar. He vaguely remembered drinking a lot with a woman, but the rest of the night was a blur."I'm gonna make you regret this!"Suddenly, a noise came from behind hi
Troy stared at Hannah, a sudden feeling of disgust washing over him. He shot a cold glance at the two of them. Not wanting to engage in conversation, he turned to leave. Just as he lifted his foot to walk away, the man beside Hannah scoffed. "Is this the Troy you told me about? What a pathetic guy."Troy slowly stopped in his tracks and turned to face the man. The man was dressed in a sharp suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair slicked back. His skin was pale; although his features were handsome, there was an air of coldness about him. He was Victor, a member of the Hurlbutt family from Silverton. Though the Hurlbutts weren't part of the Nine Great Families, they still held considerable power. Victor was also one of Hannah's suitors and harbored feelings for her.Seeing Troy stare at him, Victor sneered; his arrogance was clearly on display. "What are you looking at? Got a problem?""You just called me pathetic, didn't you?" Troy's voice was calm, but there was an ed
Troy remained silent. Joanna twisted her small hands together, a look of regret crossing her face. "I'm sorry... It's my fault..." Troy, at that moment, extinguished his cigarette and suddenly turned to look at Joanna. Before she could even react, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Joanna froze for a moment, and Troy smiled lightly. "I'm not angry. I understand how you feel. It's perfectly normal if you can't accept it yet—after all, we've only known each other for a day."Joanna's heart stirred as she gazed at him; a hint of something new flashed in her eyes, and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Well, I hope there will come a day when you'll make me willing to give myself to you." Troy chuckled, walked over to the balcony, and glanced back at her. "I'm gonna go. Goodnight." As his words faded, a breeze swept through, and Troy was already gone from the room.Joanna walked to the balcony, watching his retreating figure. A strange expression flickered in her eyes...
Joanna couldn't believe Troy had earned five million in one night so easily.She furrowed her brows, her tone laced with concern. "You didn't do anything illegal, did you?""Of course not. Every penny is legitimate. It's all from them," Troy assured her, his voice steady."You promise you're not lying to me?" Joanna's eyes flickered with suspicion.Troy gave a soft chuckle. "I'd never lie to you. You're my wife."Joanna's cheeks flushed a soft pink. "I'm not your wife," she muttered, looking away."Who's my wife, then?" Troy's eyes twinkled with mischief, his gaze locking with hers. Joanna quickly looked down, feeling a surge of heat rise to her face. The mood shifted, growing heavier. The two of them were positioned in a way that felt far too intimate—Troy on top, Joanna beneath him. She quickly realized what was happening, and her face burned with embarrassment. "G-Get off me," she stammered."I'm not getting off," Troy replied, grinning. "Remember what you promised me t
"Wh-who are you? You'd better not do anything rash!" Joanna said, her voice trembling as she lay still in the dark. The fear in her chest was nearly suffocating.Troy deliberately lowered his voice, his words dripping with menace. "What if I do? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to scream for help?"Joanna's face drained of color. "Please, don't do this. Is it money you want? I can give you money. I'll give you whatever you want!""I don't want money." Troy's voice was dark and close, his breath warm against her neck. "I want you."Joanna's heart raced, and she clutched the bed sheets tightly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm begging you... I'll give you money. Just let me go..."Troy's voice was steady. "I already told you, I don't want money. I just want you to spend the night with me.""No... I can't... Please, I'm begging you." Joanna's voice wavered, and she was on the verge of tears.Troy's voice hardened. "Why is it impossible?"Joanna instinctiv
"Besides, that Troy is poor as can be, and his family is as low as it gets. How could he possibly be good enough for the Skeldons? How could he be good enough for you?" Lillian scoffed and crossed her arms. "I'm telling you this right now. I'll only approve of you being with Howell. As for Troy, he doesn't deserve a single thing from the Skeldons!"Joanna sighed deeply. "Mom, Troy and I are already engaged. Grandpa insists that we're together. There's not much you can say that'll change that. And honestly, I don't have feelings for Howell."Lillian shook her head. "Now you don't, but you can give it time. The Sowles are a big family, and you shouldn't miss out on this opportunity. Trust me. I'm just looking out for you."With that, Lillian gave her daughter a warm smile. "Alright, sweetheart. Go to bed now. I won't say any more, but you know what's best."Joanna shook her head. "I'll sleep in a bit. I've got some things to do."Lillian raised an eyebrow. "What things?"Joanna b
When Troy's gaze shifted back to Khloe, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Mr. Ragnar," she said, flustered, "why are you staring at me again?""Is it so wrong to look at how beautiful you are?" Troy teased with a grin."Yes, it is," Khloe replied, her tone firm. "I only allow my future husband to look at me like that.""Well, in that case, I'll just be your future husband," Troy shot back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.Khloe slammed on the brakes, the car coming to a halt as she turned to him, her eyes wide. "Really?"Troy rubbed his nose and chuckled. "Just kidding. We've just met, and you want me to be your husband already?"Khloe pouted, giving him a pointed, almost reproachful look before she started the car again silently.Half an hour later, Troy had Khloe drop him off near the Skeldons' estate. As the car came to a stop, he flashed her a warm smile. "Drive safely on the way back. If anything comes up, call me."Khloe shot him a playful look. "Call you? What are
"I…" Khloe's eyes were filled with a hint of panic, her voice trembling as she spoke. Earlier, she had indeed intended to provoke Troy, just as Frank had suggested. It was only meant to be a harmless test—just to see if Troy was even remotely interested in her. She never expected things to escalate this quickly. How could she let this happen? Sure, Troy was handsome, young, and successful—but she was still a virgin! How could she possibly lose herself to him on the very first meeting? Khloe bit her lip, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. Her eyes darted away as she whispered, "Y-You should sit down." "Now you want me to sit down? Weren't you just teasing me a minute ago?" Troy's large hand slid up Khloe's smooth thigh. He leaned in slowly, pretending to kiss her. Khloe gasped softly, her heart racing as she watched Troy come closer. She raised her hand to stop him, but how could she possibly hold him back? He was getting closer and closer, and she found herse
Troy quickly averted his gaze, but even that fleeting glance sent a restless heat simmering through him.A moment later, Khloe's melodious voice broke the silence. "Mr. Ragnar?"Troy stiffened, clearing his throat. "Hm? What is it?"A long red light stretched ahead, and Khloe brought the car to a stop. She turned to him, lips curling in a knowing smirk. "Do you like my legs?"Troy's mind blanked. Had she noticed?He rubbed his nose, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, I do. But next time, try black stockings. I prefer those."A flush crept up Khloe's neck, her cheeks blooming pink. She bit her lip. "You…like stockings?"Troy grinned. "Yeah. A lot."Khloe exhaled sharply, then suddenly hit the gas. The car lurched forward, veering onto a quiet side road before jerking to a halt.Troy blinked. "Ms. Langstaff, what are you—"Before he could finish, Khloe pushed her seat all the way back, reclining slightly. With deliberate slowness, she lifted one long, shapely leg and draped it over t
Godfrey was taken aback—but not because of the money. What shocked him was the fact that Frank was giving away the Soulvine, a treasure he had kept for many years.However, Godfrey didn't dare protest. He immediately went upstairs. A moment later, he returned with a small box made of black wood. He presented it to Troy with a respectful gesture, smiling. "Mr. Ragnar, this is a token of my father's appreciation. Please accept it."Troy looked at the Soulvine inside the box, feeling a slight warmth rising in his chest. This Soulvine contained spiritual energy from the earth and sky, which could help with his hidden injuries.He gave Frank a deep look. "This Soulvine is a rare treasure. Are you sure you want to give it to me?"Frank chuckled. "No matter how precious this Soulvine is, it can't compare to my life. You saved me, Mr. Ragnar. Giving you this Soulvine is the least I could do."Troy smiled. "Alright. I'll accept it, but I won't take something of value from the Langstaff