Chapter 2: Completely Provoked

Bianca was both embarrassed and angry, and she yelled out in frustration, "Stop! I said stop now!" But despite her words, the man continued to progress, gradually revealing white patches of skin like snow.

As she felt herself about to be stripped entirely, Bianca cried out in pain. But the man acted as though nothing was happening, his hands moving incessantly over her body.

He was relishing in her struggles and resistance, even teasing her with his words. "You can scream louder so everyone outside knows what we're doing in here."

But outside, apart from the men in black suits guarding Rosa and the little girl, there was no one around. Desperate, Bianca clenched her teeth, knowing that no one was coming to save her at this moment.

Looking at her body, the man had unbuttoned her shirt and Bianca closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her face and into her hair.

"Why do you close your eyes? Do you think I want to do something to you?" The man's mocking laughter echoed in her ears. Bianca was stunned and felt as if she had just survived a disaster. She slowly opened her eyes. The man's lips curled into a cruel and arrogant smile.

His large, rough hand moved down to delicately undo her panties. Bianca was bewildered and then realized what was happening, shouting loudly, "Take your hands off me!"

The man at this point lowered his head and immediately drew his eyes to the softness of that place, truly captivating and hard to look away from.

After a moment, he remembered what he intended to do. He tried to suppress the rising temperature on his body and the burning sensation of that place which made him genuinely uncomfortable, and he let go and got off the bed.

He suppressed the tumultuous emotions within him and quickly fixed his suit, transforming into a high-class man with an extraordinary demeanor. Everything happened soon as if nothing had happened before. "So, you're not that woman, huh...?"

It should have been an apologetic statement from him, but when the words flowed out of his mouth, they sounded highly disdainful. Bianca was not in the mood to question him; she curled up tightly in her clothes and lay on the bed, trembling all over. Everything was too realistic and cruel, making her unable to say anything now.

Seeing her lying on the bed in messy clothes, the man felt his blood boiling and struggled to control himself. He closed his eyes to quell the flames of desire and spoke coldly: "Consider yourself violated; get up and leave."

He patiently stood by the bed waiting for her, but after a few seconds of no response, he pushed her in frustration. "Don't provoke my composure." His insult fueled Bianca's anger to boil over, and she turned to him with red eyes. "What do you want to do? Kill me if you can!" It was clear that she was fully aroused, and even with a gun pointed at her head, she might not be scared.

The man looked coldly at her, sneering, "Don't you want to protect someone outside? If you don't obey me, I will kill her immediately." Bianca's anger turned to doubt. She couldn't understand why there were such irrational people in the world.

She dared not joke with Rosa's life and struggled to calm down, glaring at the man before sitting up, putting her clothes back on, and buttoning her shirt while looking down. After finishing, she took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to face him once again.

"Can I leave now?" she asked. As she prepared to leave the bed, the man grabbed her shoulder and frowned, speaking coldly. "I agree to let you go. Is there anything else you want?" Bianca replied angrily, and for a woman who dared to face and anger him, his attitude became even colder and more ruthless.

"She is Johnny's sister; I can let her go. But who are you, and why should I let you go?" "I'm a friend." The man didn't believe her and laughed coldly. "Oh, so you're crazy enough to do all this just to protect his sister. Are you his girlfriend?"

"Just a normal friend," Bianca turned her head to the side and condescendingly explained to him, regardless of whether the man heard her. "So why are you here today?" The man asked suspiciously. "To wish Johnny a happy birthday."

Nodding, the man seemed to believe her words, but he had no intention of releasing her. His eyes still as cold as they were at the beginning, he scrutinized her, and after examining her from head to toe, a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

"Your status is not guaranteed, and if you want to survive, you must make a deal." Hearing this, Bianca's blood ran cold, and she no longer looked weak. With a mocking smile, she stared at him defiantly. "You can kill me if you want..."

"I don't care about your life."

The large hand of the man slowly moved along the graceful curve of her neck from her shoulder, causing her to tremble. "I have a special fondness for your body," the man said. Suddenly, his hand pinched her soft chin, forcing her to look at herself.

His warm, hazy breath rushed directly into her face. "I want you to become my woman," he said. Bianca still couldn't understand what the bastard in front of her was thinking. One second he wanted to kill her. The next second he wanted her to be his woman.

Was his mind messed up because he only thought about killing people? "I'm sorry, but I already have a boyfriend," she bluntly refused without thinking. The man laughed coldly. "Believe it or not, even if you have a husband, I can still easily take you.

Think about it before answering my question, girl!" Although she was angry, Bianca knew she couldn't defeat this man. If she were too stubborn and daring to provoke him, it would only harm her, not help her. She didn't want to die here, and she didn't want to be taken away by him as he said.

She had to think of a plan for herself. Perhaps trying to speak softly and gently with him might also be effective.

Thinking about it, she spoke softly, "I'm sorry, I can't do as you've asked. If you could give me another chance, I'll pay you back. Just let me go."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise as he had only ever paid to end relationships and get troubled women off his path. Yet, here he was. This woman in front of him was fascinating, and he couldn't let this rare moment of joy slip away. For the first time, he prolonged his offer, willing to cross the line.

"Oh, how much can you pay?" He was ready to play this boring game with her, just to see how far she wanted to escape his grasp. "Give me a price," the woman said thoughtfully. At this moment, he almost believed he was facing a wealthy and calculative heiress worth billions.

But his eyes never deceived him. He could see that she was just an ordinary woman, and he was sure of that. Perhaps she could only be a woman proud of her ability to earn money, but that was all.

"Okay, I can't do as you asked," Bianca said softly. "But if you give me another chance, I'll pay you back if you let me go."

The man raised an eyebrow in surprise. He was used to being the one to pay and end relationships with impoverished women. Yet he was, facing a woman offering to pay to leave his grasp.

Indeed, the woman before him was intriguing. He couldn't let this rare moment of the joy slip away. For the first time, he extended his offer, willing to cross boundaries.

"Oh, how much can you pay?" he asked, ready to play this dull game with her, just to see how much she wanted to escape his grip.

"You name the price," the woman replied seriously. At this point, he almost thought he was facing a wealthy, cunning heiress. But his eyes had never deceived him before. He could see that she was just a regular woman, nothing more.

Perhaps she was a proud breadwinner, but that was all. "Okay then, one hundred million," the man grinned maliciously, having already decided. And as expected, he saw the woman's eyes widen in shock.

"What do you think of that price?" He sneered, feeling proud of himself.

"Pay it all back within a month." He immediately responded his gaze turning icy.

"If not, when the time comes, I cannot guarantee what will happen." Bianca was in shock, unable to make a sound. It was simply impossible. But when she didn't answer, the man coldly slapped her cheek, reminding her: "Either become my woman or pay the one hundred million. Choose one."

Bianca's whole body trembled as she nodded immediately. "As soon as I return, I will find a way to pay you back!"