Chapter 6

He had been sitting on the shore for almost an hour, never moving from his spot, just staring at her. She was sitting on the sand, looking out at the ocean. Her legs were stretched out, reached by the small incoming waves, leaving her shorts soaked.

It was almost dusk. The sky had turned a shade of orange, reflecting on the sea, making it a beautiful sight to behold.

Only the setting sun provided light, leaving the surroundings almost dark. He felt that she had no intention of standing up anytime soon. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Was what he was doing really right?

Getting married was never actually part of their agreement, but her parents had no choice. They had no hope of paying him back, so he decided to take their daughter and marry her. However, everything changed when her father broke the agreement and hid her from him.

Her parents had borrowed a huge amount of money from him—millions. The assets he lent them were no joke. He thought those assets were in good hands, but it turned out her father only used them to pay off other debts.

He didn’t realize their situation had gotten that bad. He assumed the father was managing the businesses he had set up very well, but he was mistaken.

The mother became lavish; word had it she was quite boastful, treating friends at various expensive restaurants and resorts as if they had endless money.

Her father, on the other hand, reportedly fell into gambling and wagered all his assets until everything was gone. Only their mansion remained unsold, but even that was mortgaged to the person who beat him at gambling.

At first, the father apologized and promised to find money to pay him back. Given his situation, though, what sane person would lend him money after hearing about that kind of behavior? So, he decided to ask for their daughter's hand in marriage instead to settle their debts.

He didn’t know what came over him at that moment to ask for such a condition. He had thought about it for a long time until he saw her in person. They didn't actually meet face-to-face; he just saw her from afar at a party he attended. Even from a distance, her natural beauty was clearly visible, added to her curvaceous figure.

At that thought, he felt his pants tighten, causing him to curse under his breath and close his eyes to calm himself down. Closing his eyes proved to be a mistake, as it only made him remember more vividly how she looked the first time he saw her—wearing a mini-skirt and—

Unable to bear the overwhelming sensation, he rushed into the bathroom and stood beneath the cold shower stream.

He washed his face, looked up, and let the water cascade over him. He braced his hands against the bathroom wall. His clothes were already soaked since he hadn't taken them off in his rush. After a few minutes, he finally began stripping off his clothes. He had no choice but to do what needed to be done, as the heat he felt still wouldn't subside.

It was already dark, yet she chose to remain sitting there. She was shivering from the cold sea breeze, made worse by her wet clothes and shorts. Tears kept falling from her eyes without stopping.

She still couldn't accept what was happening to her—why she was stuck on an island with that man.

She looked up at the bright moon and the stars in the sky. Bracing her hands behind her back, she allowed the gentle waves on the shore to crash against her.

She felt like giving up hope, yet she hadn't attempted to escape. Even if she tried, how could she? What would she ride?

She no longer knew what to do. Was this where her life ended? Was she just going to accept her fate as that man's toy?

Why did it have to be her? Given how wealthy he surely was, there were undoubtedly women much more beautiful than her. So why her?

She laid completely flat on the sand. It wasn't just her clothes that were wet now, but her entire body. She could feel the intense cold making her lips tremble, but she just let herself stay in that condition.

How she wished she could just die rather than be that man's plaything and outlet.

A sob escaped her mouth; she couldn't hold herself back anymore.

She wished the water would just wash her away and drown her.

She was still in that state when she heard a deep, baritone voice.

"Get up there," he said in a threatening tone that sent a shiver through her body. Automatically, she opened her eyes and met his gaze, which seemed to pierce right through her soul.

He was standing beside her. In the dim moonlight, his handsome face was clearly visible—one that commanded a powerful aura even without a smile. His eyes were blank, completely devoid of emotion, but it only added to his overwhelming appeal.

He always looked serious, ruthless, and heartless. Those were the exact terms for him, because who wouldn't say that given what he was doing to her? Yes, she was furious at him—anyone would feel pure hatred toward him for his actions. Yet, what she couldn't understand was why every time his hands touched her, all her resistance evaporated. She felt weak, as if he melted all her defenses away.

A long silence stretched between them as their eyes remained locked. Neither wanted to speak, and only the crashing of the waves could be heard.

Until she unexpectedly spoke up.

"What did I ever do to you?" Her voice was faint, but she knew he heard her. He didn't say anything and just kept staring at her.

"I said get up. Don't wait for me to pull you up if you don't want to get hurt," he said sternly, with an underlying threat.

She didn't budge at his words and remained lying there, keeping her eyes fixed on his.

Tears continued to stream down her face, impossible to stop because of the overwhelming pain she felt at that moment. She blamed her parents for putting her in this situation. It was their obligation to pay him back, so why her? Why did he choose her?

Unable to contain it any longer, a sob burst from her mouth.

She saw his expression harden before he turned his back, though he didn't take a step away.

"Don't question me about why you're here because you already know the answer. And don't try to pull that crying act on me, because you won't get anywhere with that drama—"

"I'm not putting on a drama! And who said I was trying to sway you with drama? You don't even have a heart. You are heartless, you have no—"

"Shut up!" She was startled by his swift movement; he was suddenly kneeling beside her, grabbing her cheek. It hurt—that was all she knew as tears flowed from her eyes once more.

"You know nothing about what you're saying!" he said, furious. "Heartless, huh?" he asked in a mocking tone as his hands slid down to her clothes, slowly tearing them open.

"I'll show you what heartless really means," he whispered in her ear before his lips landed on her neck.

She couldn't move to stop him; it felt as though all her strength was gone.

Until she felt the cool air and water on her bare skin, realizing he had already removed her bra as well. Without warning, he cupped her breast, massaging it aggressively as if there were no tomorrow.

Pain and pleasure—that was what she felt. She desperately wanted to push him away for degrading her body like this, yet she couldn't move. Though she hated to admit it, she found herself responding to what he was doing to her body.

Then she felt his hand move between her thighs, sliding her shorts down before quickly unfastening his pants and positioning himself between her legs.

Roughly and without care, he entered her, making her gasp from the pain as he pushed deep inside her.

"This is heartless," he whispered as he buried himself even deeper.

His movements were harsh and relentless, yet despite it, she still found herself reaching the peak. After the intense moment passed, he roughly let go of her, quickly got up, and left her behind.

She simply closed her eyes, enduring the pain, and stayed there for a while before deciding to get up. Limping, she slowly made her way inside the house.