Semua Bab My Pain, his gain: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Bandy drifted back to consciousness, a dull ache throbbing through every inch of her body. It felt like she'd gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer–and lost.‎She blinked, her vision blurry, and then… there he was. A man. Close. Too close. All she could see at first was the back of his head: thick, raven hair, and then the curve of his shoulder, the smooth expanse of his back, bare beneath a rumpled sheet. Panic clawed at her throat, but she managed to stifle a scream, clamping a hand over her mouth.‎Last night's memories flooded back each frame replaying in her mind. Bandy felt a desperate urge to punish herself for what had happened.‎Her boyfriend's betrayal had driven her to drink at a bar, and this was the result!‎She couldn't even bear to dwell on the details, let alone look at the man's face. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, gathered her scattered clothes, and fled without a backward glance.‎Three years later–‎Brandy boarded a plane back to her home country, holding her

Jose tossed his coat onto the sofa, the black shirt stretched taut across his broad chest, a blatant display of power. Brandy's eyes flickered down. Two years hadn't erased the memory of what lay beneath that fabric: sculpted muscle, barely contained energy, a raw, animalistic sensuality.‎‎"Why...did you bring me here?" she asked timidly. Direct confrontation with such raw power would be madness, a fast track to destruction.‎‎But then, a loud rumble cut through the tension. Her stomach growled, a loud, embarrassing protest. Heat flooded her cheeks. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything since the plane, and the day's terror had left her drained.‎‎"Looks like someone's hungry,"Jose said in a cold and stern voice.‎‎"Bring it."‎‎A middle-aged man in work clothes emerged, carrying a steaming bowl. He placed it on the coffee table.‎‎"Mr. William, the seafood noodles are ready," Daniel, the butler, announced, then stepped aside respectfully, as if he didn't exist.‎‎But when Brandy

Jose grabbed her shoulder and shoved her forward roughly.‎"Ah!"‎Brandy stumbled, crashing into the edge of the coffee table. Two glasses fell, and a bottle of wine overturned, splashing her face and soaking her hair. Jose settled onto the sofa, lounging with his legs crossed, his gaze cold and dark as he watched Brandy’s discomfiture.‎‎Henry, eager to please, rushed to pour Jose a drink. "Mr. Williams, please have a drink."‎‎"You don’t," Jose’s voice was a low, chilling command. "She does."‎‎Henry’s hand faltered. He understood and handed the bottle to Brandy.‎‎Brandy trembled, feeling as if she was submerged in icy water.‎‎She knew that Jose was humiliating her. If she refused, she would never leave this room.‎‎Thinking of her three lovely and innocent children at home, Brandy swallowed her tears, her trembling hand taking the wine bottle and pouring the drink.‎‎Jose raised his glass, sipping the wine with a detached air, his cold, hawk-like gaze fixed on Brandy’s fac