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The man had razor-sharp eyebrows, a high nose bridge beneath his wolf-like eyes, and thin lips curved into a snarl.

He was difficult to approach because, although being seated in a wheelchair, he exuded an angry and menacing atmosphere.

‘ This is the supposedly repulsive man’ Stella  was in full shock, and she didn't sit up on the bed until the atmosphere grew tight and she avoided looking into his eyes.

Then her voice became guilty. "I'm Jenna Radomil of course ..."

"Really?" Clarence  took an envelope out of his pocket and flung it at her, his eyes growing icier.

When she carefully opened it and lifted it up, she saw that it was filled with pictures and details about her sister Jenna Radomil.

‘So, he has been aware of my true identity from the start?’ Stella bit her lower lip and tightened her hold on the envelope. She cast a calm glance at Clarence  with her dark, opaque, glossy eyes.

"Did the Radomil family think they could fool me just because I'm a cripple?"

With her eyes downcast, Stella  spoke in a tone barely audible. "I'm also a daughter of the Radomil  family-"

“The girl who recently went through a divorce? Does the Radomil family see the Conrad family  as a recycling station to the them?” Clarence’s eyes grew icy once more. His direct and sardonic remarks brought back memories of that horrible night one month prior.

She attempted to use the pain to maintain her composure by biting her lower lip till it bled. But before she could cool off, the man struck out cold once more. "I'll give you five minutes to get out of the Conrad residence."

"What?" Stella’s  jet-black eyes caught his as she looked up. The Conrad  family would harbor animosity for the Radomil family indefinitely if they drove her away. There was her entire family looking to her. She couldn't just let her family burn down because she couldn't control herself, even if she didn't want to stay.

Stella regained her composure and looked up at the man standing before her. "I am aware that your parents set up this union. Who you marry doesn't matter to you. You wouldn't have consented to this marriage otherwise. Let me stay instead of getting remarried. I swear I won't interfere with your life or cause you any trouble at all." Stella  held up her hands in defense, demonstrating her innocence, as she talked.

Her determination was evident in her eyes, but she exuded caution, as though she was worried he wouldn't accept her proposition.

Clarence regarded her with narrowed eyes and said, "She looks like-"

He smiled after a moment, his tiny lips curved. "Do you really want to stay that badly?"

Stella’s senses told her something wasn't right when she saw his smile, but she still nodded in response.

Clarence’s mouth twisted even more scornfully at the corner. He had previously come across avaricious women who were eager to wed into the Conrad  family in order to succeed and amass fortune, replacing their sister. As he spoke, his eyes remained focused on the girl seated on the bed. "I will give you a chance to stay..."

The nasty man in front of Stella  concluded his statement just as a flicker of excitement appeared in her eyes. "... but you have to please me first."

Stella looked in shock and dismay at the man next to the bed.

"What is the issue? Do you not comprehend what I've said," Clarence scoffed. "Don't tell me that a divorced woman doesn't know how to please a man."

Realizing what he meant, Stella  balled her fists until her fingernails penetrated her palms....

"Speak!" Clarence  became impatient with her silence. The fair woman's body was exposed when he extended his hand to rip the quilt she was holding in front of her.

"Ah!" Stella  scrambled to cover herself with the quilt and wrapped herself up like a peasant in some distant kingdom. Clarence  barely had a fleeting glance of Stella’s  seductive beauty, but even so, his eyes darkened and his harsh, lust-filled voice sounded hoarse.

And with that, he laughed. "You suck at acting innocent." He went on, a cold expression in his eyes. "If you can't please me, then get the hell out of here!"

After pushing the wheelchair, he turned away.

"Wait a minute!" Stella  was so nervous that she jumped out of bed, dragging the comforter she was still covered in, after catching a glimpse of Clarence’s  callous and merciless back. She yelled behind him. "Anyway, it's not possible for you to succeed! Why do you have to torture me in this way? Living in peace isn't better for us, is it? You also avoid the hassle of getting married again.”

Clarence’s wheelchair came to a stop and he paused at her comments. Though his head was inclined slightly toward her, his body remained statuesque. Then, as his demonic voice slithered toward her, he sent her a hard look out of the corner of his eye.

"Who says I can't do it?" Clarence  had fiery eyes like a sleeping beast in the dead of night. She had the feeling that if she spoke one more word, he would jump up and rip her neck out.

‘What's happening? How could a man who was obviously crippled be giving off such a strong aura?’

Clarence was steadily getting closer to her, his eyes as black as the darkness, having already wheeled his wheelchair around. Unconsciously taking two steps back, Stella—wrapped in a quilt—saw his abrupt change in attitude.

Clarence soon came to a stop in front of her while he was in his wheelchair. With one hand he snatched the quilt from her body, while his other lunged out to grip her slender, fair wrist.

"Ah!" Stella  fell into his lap right away. "What did you say just now?" Clarence  remarked, his piercing eyes fixed on her, through his icy lips.

"It's rumored y-you're impotent.." Stella’s cheeks reddened, trying desperately to wriggle free of his clutches while she sought to cover her body.

"Let me go!" Stella felt his heated, muscular energy encircle her as he approached suddenly. How aggressive, powerful, and threatening!

Stella was reminded of the man in the automobile by the emotion. His body's aura was just as heavy as the person's lap she was now perched on.

Her complexion went white. She would always remember that embarrassing evening. A month prior, having found out her husband was having an affair, she was idly wandering the streets when a stranger caught her and pulled her into a car. Everything spiraled out of control after that. She had cried and struggled, but under his enormous, burning palms, all of her fight was in vain. Like a rag doll, she was used and brought to the brink of death.

He took her first time from her in an instant on a dismal night. Even worse, she was prevented from seeing the man's identity.

"So, you're going to extreme lengths to become my wife, eh?" She snapped back to reality at the sound of the man's voice in her ear, and her body tensed as she felt his manhood frantically pressing against her.

How could she not know what this was about, when only a month had passed since such a traumatic event?

Stella’s forehead started to perspire profusely. With one hand covering her chest and the other pushing against him, she whispered, "Let me go first."

With a fierce stare in his direction, Clarence exclaimed, "Don't push me to my limit! For the last time, you can stay only if you please me."

Stella’s mouth went pale and her lips quivered. She  finally worked up the bravery to expose her body to the man in front of her, and as she did so, she tried her hardest to push aside any feelings of humiliation while staring into his unwavering eyes.

Then she unfastened his shirt with her shaky hands.

Two buttons, one button... Abruptly, a sick feeling surged over her. "Blech!" Stella threw up violently.

Her jaw began to hurt as soon as she was done, and he gripped her chin with one hand while exuding a deathly aura.

"Am I really that disgusting?"

"It's not that..." Stella  was crying; she was crying either from the pain or from her anxiety.

‘I've come this far already. I can't give up now! must be able to remain in the Moore home’

"I was just-argh!"

Clarence  shoved her away before she could defend herself. "I'm even more disgusted by bitches like you who try to act innocent!"

Clarence turned and wheeled himself away, not bothering to glance at her, who had collapsed on the ground.

Upon noticing his departure, Stella  softly bit her bottom lip.

‘I can stay at the Conrad  residence because he didn't ask me to, right?’ She covered herself in the quilt once more and went back to the bed. After ten minutes, no one chased her out of the house, and she sighed with relief. She seems to have succeeded.