On the other hand, Ryan brushed aside his embarrassment and awkwardness, instead displaying a bewildered expression in the face of the girl's friendliness and enthusiasm, especially her captivating smile. He thought that logically, after last night, the girl should have appeared uncomfortable or embarrassed, perhaps even playing the victim or demanding compensation from Ryan, insisting that he take responsibility for their actions. That would have been the scenario Ryan expected. According to Ryan, if the girl was a virgin or underage, she would have been more coy and persistent, determined to achieve her desires no matter what. Thinking this through, Ryan glanced back at the bed, checking for any signs of virginity. Luckily, apart from some wrinkles, the bedsheet looked quite clean. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the girl wasn't a virgin. If she wasn't a virgin, it would be easier to handle, Ryan believed. Moreover, in this situation, Ryan wasn't necessarily at fault, as he believed the girl had seduced and trapped him in bed.
Everything needed to be thoroughly understood, and Ryan had to wait to see what this girl wanted before finding the appropriate approach. However, due to his impulsive, arrogant nature, instead of observing and waiting, Ryan acted rashly. At this moment, Ryan had no idea that he might regret what he was about to do in the future. "How much do you want?" Ryan's voice rang out, catching the girl's attention. The girl had just finished her call and was placing the phone on the table when she heard Ryan's question. She immediately turned to look at Ryan, slightly surprised to see him still standing there instead of heading to the bathroom, as she had assumed. She tried to process what she had just heard. "What are you talking about?" She furrowed her brow, puzzled. "I'm asking how much for last night?" Ryan reiterated patiently, his face suddenly becoming so cold that it made the onlookers uneasy. Ryan looked very serious, but the other party made a bewildered and slightly embarrassed expression. After a moment of thought, the girl reluctantly confirmed, "You're talking about money." Ryan smirked, pleased and feeling somewhat relieved. 'Thank goodness, the girl finally stopped pretending to be innocent.' "That's correct," Ryan emphasized, adding, "Don't pretend like you don't understand. And don't put on that fake surprise. It makes me feel disgusted." Suddenly confronted with harsh words, emotions surged fiercely within the girl. They boiled and were about to explode. Ryan's words truly touched upon a person's dignity. Moreover, they were seen as deliberate insults. She couldn't believe her enthusiasm and goodwill were being trampled on without mercy. And to top it off, Ryan dared to belittle and humiliate her honor. She wondered who could endure this situation. Even the most generous person wouldn't spare forgiveness for someone as ignorant as Ryan. "What happened last night was a mistake; I had no idea whatsoever. I was drugged," Ryan bluntly explained the situation. "So, don't expect me to take responsibility for marrying you. Tell me, How much money do you want to spend to end this?" Knowing Ryan hadn't finished speaking yet, the girl remained silent, listening intently. "You sure know who I am and know about my life. And I bet you're the culprit who set me up," Ryan concluded based on his personal speculation. This made the listener feel unfairly accused and framed. "What are you trying to tell me? I really don't understand what you're talking about," the girl pretended to ask, unable to believe the harsh words Ryan just uttered. She was being falsely accused by Ryan, a crime she did not commit. Not only that, Ryan used a stubborn attitude, asserting without providing any evidence. This was difficult to accept. "In summary, how much money do you want to end this? Tell me, I don't have time to beat around the bush with you." Ryan calmly stated, disregarding the girl's furrowed brows. In Ryan's mind, the girl in front of him was pretending to be innocent and blameless. And according to that logic, Ryan forcibly persuaded his mind not to believe the girl. "You must have misunderstood something. I'm not the kind of person you're talking about." Suppressing her anger, the girl tried to explain herself while Ryan shook his head with a mocking smile. Ryan possessed an aura of authority and elegance. He seemed unwilling to yield to or humble himself before anyone. He also didn't listen to others' reasoning or even the truth. Ryan only trusted his own conclusions and deductions. This was Ryan's fatal weakness. Knowing this, Ryan's personality has always been like this, making it very difficult to change. "Not like that, huh?" Ryan raised his voice, deliberately mocking the other person. "Who knows, a few months later you might come to me, claiming that you're pregnant with my child and demanding that I take responsibility. Otherwise, you'll come to see me with the police, accusing me of sleeping with a minor." Ryan's imagination was truly astonishing, and the girl couldn't hide her admiration. Ryan didn't care about the other person's attitude, scoffing and commenting further, "Let me tell you, your foolish, mediocre plan won't affect me at all. Many people like you have used that idea, but all have failed miserably, some even living in regret for the rest of their lives." The girl was belittled by Ryan, and for a moment, there were no clear signs of reaction anymore. Perhaps she was too stunned to respond. In her thoughts, she didn't know who the man in front of her was, but he was so arrogant and disdainful, to the point of being detestable and deserving of curses. "Furthermore, before you do that, you should know that I'm not someone who is easily threatened or negotiated with by anyone," Ryan boldly declared, regardless of whether his words caused harm to the other person or not. "Listen to this." Finally, after patiently listening to what Ryan had to say, the girl spoke while stepping closer, facing Ryan with the hope of having a straightforward debate between them: "I don't know who you are. And I have no ill intentions toward you. Regarding last night, I'll tell you." The girl presented herself confidently, hoping to successfully persuade Ryan to listen to her. However, Ryan bluntly extinguished the girl's good intentions. "Don't even try to lie, fabricate, deceive, or gain my sympathy," Ryan declared without hesitation. "I've met plenty of people like you. You won't succeed." "People like me?" The girl snapped, emphasizing her words. "What do you mean, who am I?" Enduring Ryan's rudeness and terrible attitude, the girl exclaimed in frustration, "What do you know about me?" "Of course I know," Ryan confidently replied. "You pretend to be innocent and pure on the outside, but inside you're scheming and cunning. You're lazy and only interested in pleasure. You're the kind of person who specializes in seducing wealthy men for money." Ryan used harsh words, incredibly arrogant: "I'm rich and famous. If you don't know about me, then that's the most laughable thing in the world.""Oh Lord, what sin have I committed to deserve this unjustified humiliation?" The girl wondered to herself. They had only just met for a few minutes, and yet Ryan dared to arrogantly pass negative judgments on her. Ryan was truly skilled at stirring up animosity and resentment. It seemed like Ryan's talent was to make others dislike him. Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly surrendered to Ryan's irrationality and delusions of power. There was no point in saying anything now; Ryan remained stubborn, clinging to his misguided and ignorant thoughts. "Remember what I told you, so you don't do anything foolish that would make me destroy you, understand?" Ryan continued the attack verbally, inadvertently provoking the girl further. Unable to ignore Ryan's disrespectful attitude and the venomous words he directed at her, the girl decided to retaliate.That night, in a dark corner behind the school, Luke was ambushed.He hadn’t seen it coming. No one had ever dared to lay a hand on him this way before. But tonight, the darkness became a hiding place for the cowardly.A metal rod swung up from behind. Luke only heard the whoosh of the air before a sharp pain hit the back of his head, blurring his vision.He collapsed to the ground, but before he could react, another punch landed hard in his side."Damn it..." Luke staggered, trying to stand, but was kicked violently in the chest.A shout echoed through the silence."Ivy..."His voice barely left his throat when a figure rushed toward him.Ivy.Without hesitation, she kicked the person who was about to strike Luke again. Her movement was quick and precise, causing the attacker to fall to the ground. The remaining attackers froze for a moment before realizing that, despite being a teacher, Ivy was not someone to be easily bullied.She grabbed Luke’s arm, helping him to his feet."Are y
After several failed attempts, Luke still didn't give up and was determined to get back at Ivy. Knowing she often went to the storage room after school to collect teaching materials, he came up with a plan to lock her inside and teach her a lesson.One late afternoon, as the sunset painted the sky red, Luke quietly followed Ivy. When she entered the storage room, he quickly moved to shut the door behind her. However, before he could do so, a strong push from behind made him stumble and fall inside the room. The door slammed shut behind him, and the sound of the lock clicking shut echoed coldly.In the dim light, Luke heard footsteps fading away and a soft giggle. He realized that someone else, possibly someone with a grudge against him, had played a prank on him."Who's there?" Ivy's voice called from the corner of the room, wary."It's me, Luke," he replied, trying to stay calm."What are you doing here?" Ivy asked, moving closer."I... I came to check if you fell into my trap," Luke
The cafeteria of the juvenile detention center was always noisy and bustling at lunchtime, filled with those who didn’t care about the rules. In the middle of the crowd, Luke and his group were mocking a weak boy, knocking his food tray to the ground.“Pick it up, or do you want me to help you lick it clean?” One of the guys sneered.The sound of cruel laughter echoed as the poor boy bent down to pick up the crumbs, his hands trembling in fear. His eyes were red, but he bit his lip tightly, trying not to let the tears fall. The crowd around them stood by, some with their arms crossed indifferently, some laughing mockingly, but no one spoke up to help. A few others looked away, as if afraid that if they interfered, they would become the next target.Ivy had just entered, and the scene immediately caught her eye. A surge of anger rose in her chest, making her grip her food tray tightly. She hated this kind of bullying—hated the silence of those who only watched. With a deep breath, she
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Ryan sat silently in the large armchair in the spacious living room, his eyes unconsciously drifting over the family portraits hanging on the walls. They captured the glorious moments of his lineage—lavish parties, strategic handshakes. But no matter how many times he looked, he couldn’t find himself in any of them.The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts. His father, William, entered the room with his usual commanding presence. His face was stern, his sharp eyes fixed on Ryan. There was no need to guess—Ryan knew this conversation was inevitable."Ryan, you must understand that your marriage to Jena is not just a personal matter. It concerns the family's honor, the interests of the entire corporation," William’s deep voice carried weight with every word.Ryan lifted his head to meet his father’s gaze. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a firm and unyielding determination. "I understand that very well. But I cannot marry someone I don’t love. I refuse to live a
Under the fading twilight, the soft melody from Ivy and Luke’s wedding still echoed behind, mingling with the laughter of the guests. But Zoe had no intention of staying any longer. This event had not gone the way she had hoped. Ivy had truly become Luke’s, and Ryan could do nothing but stand there, silently witnessing it all.Clenching her lips tightly, Zoe left the banquet in silence. She knew for certain that Ryan was drowning in despair and disappointment at that very moment. This was the perfect opportunity to approach him, to feign sympathy and understanding, and slowly make him forget Ivy and turn to her instead. If she was patient enough, she believed she could have Ryan.However, just as she stepped out of the wedding venue, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Zoe frowned as she recognized Mason."Get out of my way," she snapped, trying to sidestep him, but Mason stood firm like an immovable stone, his sharp eyes locking onto hers."Zoe, stop t