Chapter 4

"You pervert!" Rosalie forced herself to endure the pain and made an attempt to grab the phone.

Victor flicked it easily and the phone changed from one hand to the other.

"Either you call the police or come to No. 24 Linhai Villa District to get the original video back from me. Otherwise, this video will ruin everything of you I believe."

"Oh lest I forget, when coming, remember to change your childish underwear into a nicer set. Sexier."

Rosalie clenched her fists and reddened with anger.

Why did she have to run into such a psycho rascal beast?

Rosalie was so mad that she lifted her hand and tried to slap on his face.

Victor easily caught her hand, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a cruel smile, "Rosalie, I, Victor, have always been a man of my word. The choice is on you."

He said categorically, without any room for negotiation.

After saying that, Victor took Vanessa's hand and walked towards the car, leaving Rosalie alone.

Wait!

When rethought about the man’s words, Rosalie realized there was something wrong and crazy.

This man called her Rosalie?

How did he know her name?

The Maybach car flew away through the side of Rosalie, and her pale surprised face was caught by Victor's eyes.

A smile of triumph appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He never thought he would meet this haughty and golden little princess in his lifetime, talk less of...

He also got her.

Rosalie, the rich daughter who used to despise him, finally became his woman!

And he was even Rosalie's first man.

This made him incredibly excited.

"Victor, what's so good about that wild girl? I could serve you much better than her, isn't it?" Vanessa was not pleased, and her soft hand gently searched towards his body, caressing it tenderly.

Wild girl?

It was this wild girl who had greatly aroused his desire.

"Hmm." Victor stepped on the gas and rushed to the hotel as fast as he could.

Vanessa smiled happily, her beautiful eyes looked at Victor affectionately.

She knew it clearly that how wealthy and powerful this man was. Also he’s handsome and hot.

The leaves on the trees followed the swish of the breeze, and Rosalie came back to her senses after Victor and Vanessa left for a long while. She felt cold and shrank a little.

The stinging sensation still came from between her sticky legs, so she had to grab the iron fence and sucked in a breath of cold air in pain.

Her first time, forcibly taken by a strange man!

Humiliating!

She felt so dirty of herself!

Just for a piece of entertainment news, just for money. She lost it!

Her shoulders trembled unconsciously as tears snapped down.

Her slender hands hugged her naked self tightly, losing her voice from crying.

The torn dress could now only be used as a short skirt, barely covering her knees, with a jacket directly on top, she returned to a small bungalow where she lived.

This was her aunt's house.

"Rosalie, are you working overtime again? Have you caught anything big today?" Aunt Lizzie quickly approached after wiping her hand on her apron, taking a break from her cooking.

Rosalie's mouth flushed with a bitter smile as she shook her head.

She had captured a powerful news, powerful enough to save the Magazine, but unfortunately, she lost a lot instead.

Her even lost the most precious thing...

"Oh, you look so sad dear. We will get good luck sooner or later. I'll go cook for you first!" Her aunt patted her shoulder, smiled, and headed toward the kitchen.

Not long after, the sound of crackling and smashing came from inside the house.

Uncle was drinking and smashing his bottle again.

"Lizzie! I'm divorcing you! You can't have children and you brought back such a drag to live with us! She can't even earn money for my drinks, why doesn't she go to hell!"

Seven years ago, one of the top leading companies owned by her family declared bankruptcy, Rosalie’s father was jailed, and her mother could not withstand the blow and suffered a psychotic break and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

After the incident, her aunt and uncle lost their jobs at her father's company. Her uncle then buried himself in those bottles all day, hitting and berating her and her aunt.

Her aunt started a small Magazine, but it was not profitable.

Rosalie, who was in great anguish, pushed back her tears and hid in the bathroom and decided to freshen up, but the water in the shower was never hot in this dilapidated bathroom.

Gazing in the mirror at her snow-white skin, which was red and swelled from the man's bite, she sucked in a breath of cold air.

The memories of what that man did to her came rushing back.