Lahat ng Kabanata ng Getting Paid to Be My Bully's Punching Bag: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I remained outside the study as the conversation continued inside."Just pay Heath off and make him leave," Luther Stafford replied in an even tone.Tristan Stafford clicked his tongue. "I've been doing this for years. I'm so used to it that I get restless when I can't see him cry.""Then deal with it yourself," Luther said coolly. "Just don't let Brett Jamison come here and make a scene."When their conversation seemed to end, I quietly made my way downstairs and sat stiffly on the couch.I hoped Tristan would come downstairs, take pity on me, and finally let me leave with a generous payout.But things didn't go as I had hoped.Tristan did come downstairs and walk over to me. But instead of letting me leave, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his lap.He smiled as he tilted my chin up between his fingers. "Let's see. All the marks on you have disappeared."I flinched without thinking.I kept my head down, too afraid to look at him.No matter how handsome Tris

When I saw Tristan again, it was a few days later at a party held at the villa. Plenty of young men and women from wealthy families showed up.As I leaned over the balcony and looked down, my eyes met Tristan's in the garden below.He raised an eyebrow, then quickly looked away.But Brett, who was beside him, had already noticed me.A moment later, someone knocked on my bedroom door.The maid stood at the door and politely told me that Brett wanted to see me downstairs.I went downstairs in my slippers, still wearing my pajamas.Everyone watched me closely, expecting me to look humiliated and afraid.Honestly, all I felt was relief. I was almost free.Go ahead. Humiliate me!Once they were done, I'd break down and run out in shame. Then I'd ask Luther for one last payout.Brett linked his arm through Tristan's and looked me up and down."Do you like this type?" he asked Tristan, turning his head toward him.Tristan's eyes narrowed as he smiled. "I like your type." Brett

Tristan's eyes were narrowed as he smiled. "I've seen every inch of you. And now you're upset because I want to read your chats?"I spoke slowly, stressing every word. "We have nothing to do with each other anymore."Tristan's smile faded, and his expression grew dark."You've barely known the guy for any time at all, and you're already defending him?" he asked calmly. "Does he know what happened between us? Has he seen those expressions you make? He…""Tristan!" Brett suddenly raised his voice. Then he sneered, "Heath won't show you the messages because they're too embarrassing to look at."My friend told me that Heath messages him every day, all eager to chat. He even sent my friend all kinds of pictures!"My eyes widened in disbelief.That was a lie! I hadn't sent Brett's friend a single thing except links to stuff I wanted to buy!But as Tristan's expression grew darker by the second, I quietly replied, "So what if I did?"I jolted up in bed and found myself drenched in sw

Luther wore an immaculate, tailored suit. He glanced up coolly and surveyed the room.Tristan's expression darkened slightly. "Luther, what are you doing here?"Just then, Brett got a call. He sounded annoyed. "What? Your car broke down? Then take a cab—"It seemed the other person hung up.Brett's expression was grim.Luther's gaze settled on Brett. He asked in a calm voice, "Why is Heath here?"Brett pressed his lips together and stood to explain. "He and Tristan used to get along pretty well, so we invited him to hang out with us."Luther turned to look at me. "Are you coming or not?"I snapped out of it and hurried over to him.Tristan curled his lips into a smile. "Luther, what are you getting at? We invited Heath here to have fun."Luther's gaze turned icy. "Your wedding is coming up. Don't cause any more trouble."Tristan started to say something, but Brett quickly cut in. "Got it, Luther."Brett was a little afraid of Luther.Luther smoothed the wrinkles from his

Tristan chuckled deeply and leaned in to kiss my earlobe. "Leave you alone? No way."He carried me to the bed. As I struggled, my nails scratched several bloody marks across the back of his hand.Tristan hissed in pain. "Your attitude is getting worse.""You're about to get married, and you're still coming to see me. Don't you find yourself disgusting?" I asked through gritted teeth.He paused in his movements. Then he looked down at me.For the first time, something I couldn't quite name appeared in his usually smiling eyes."After the wedding, you'll go to the island," he said. "I'll come see you often.""What about Brett?""He'll mind his own business."I sneered, "If he finds out you're keeping a lover on the side, do you really think he'll put up with it?"Tristan gave a careless smile. "He will."He sounded so certain.He let go of me, pulled a ring from his suit pocket, and grabbed my hand. Then he forced it onto my ring finger."Wear it for now," he said. "Once I'v