Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

How had I been so blind?The more I got to know Amon, the more terrifying I found him to be.My heart was hammered. Fear. Anxiety.But this was Amon—the man who had always been so gentle with me.Ever since I mentioned resigning, Amon I used to know had vanished, erased, and this version of him…This was who he really was.“Be professional, Wisa. You already accepted the 7 million dollars,” Amon said, his voice quiet, soft, yet it stabbed right through my heart. “Your mother already took it; you couldn’t exactly blame me for where your money ended up, could you?”His hand reached for my face, while his other hand still gripped mine, bringing it to his cheek and kissing it occasionally.I looked away. “Fine. Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice strained.My injured knees were shaking violently.“Come here. Hug me, sit on my lap. I want you, Wisa. I couldn’t take it anymore.”My breath hitched.My lungs felt tight, as if I were running out of oxygen.Was this really you, Amon?“Wisa

"Stupid…"From the very beginning, I was ready to give my body, my soul, my life to Amon. I had already intended to die that day.But because of this pathetic, foolish love—this fake warmth and empty comfort—my resolve just crumbled.I wanted to live, to be free, to enjoy my own life, and in the end… I’m right back where I started.Before, it was because of Eliana; now, it’s because I’m trying to escape love.I don't want to love anymore. I don’t.Fine. I’ll just die if that’s what’s meant to be. I’ll just suffer if that’s what this world wants.I kept my eyes closed, even though I had already woken up from that idiotic dream called love.Just like always, before he left for work, Amon touched my cheek with his index finger, stroked my temple with his warm hand, and kissed my cheek.The difference is… I’m no longer blind, no longer a moron who believes that this is actual warmth. His behavior is nothing but a claim of absolute ownership over his prey.I waited for Amon to leave before

I threw myself onto the sofa, sitting there and staring straight ahead. My gaze was empty, but I could feel my hands trembling.I was exhausted. Resigned.But deep down, there was this mix of fear, pain, and disappointment.The house was dead quiet.The maid had left right after locking the door.I was on my own—either locked in or keeping myself locked in, following my boss's rules.I reached for the paper that had been tossed at me and read it. There were questions on it that I had to answer.Things like how often Amon touched me and which parts of my body he’d laid hands on.There were plenty more questions I had to get through.I dropped the paper on the table and slumped back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.It didn't take long before I heard a noise at the window.A pebble hit the glass. Then another.No way it was a maid, and this wasn’t some public area where kids would be messing around."Get out here!" I stood up when I heard that all-too-familiar voice. "Come ou

I gritted my teeth to keep the moans from escaping my mouth.Amon didn't stop; he just kept going. His face moved from the right side of my neck to the left, back and forth.Doesn't he get bored?He undid a button on my shirt. Just one.Then his lips touched the bare skin of my cleavage, breathing me in. After lingering there for a few minutes, he bit down.One of my hands was tangled in the hair at the back of his head, the other wrapped around the nape of his neck."Th—that's enough, Amon," I pleaded.My heart wasn't scared anymore. My body had stopped trembling so violently like before.Amon's touch was warm and gentle, stripping away his terrifying aura so quickly.Amon lifted his head, looking at me with a needy smile.His eyes narrowed just a little."Wisa, I missed you so much, so I decided to come home early." Amon buried his face in my chest again. "Your boss came home early to see his employee, so don't stop him from missing you." His face slowly trailed upward to mine, kiss

Amon walked past the open gate toward his car.Cold. Silent. Not answering a single question Imelda posed.There was no sound other than the thud of footsteps and the engine starting up.The driver opened the back door, and Amon got in.Imelda hurried over and opened the back door, sitting right beside Amon.Amon let her.His eyes were focused straight ahead.Ignoring me?That’s how I would eventually be treated.Thrown away, ignored, just a display piece that would never be looked at again.The driver closed the door and walked around to the front.The car began to pull away slowly.I guessed the route would pass right in front of Tristan’s house.I took a deep breath, over and over.My teeth pressed down. Shifted to my lower lip, biting into it.I dropped my hand, letting it fall to my side.I walked toward the gate, grabbing the padlock from my pants pocket.A female servant ran past me quickly and out the gate.I was left alone. Inside the maroon wooden house, which made me feel c